Aleksei & Liam

7. Squealing girlies

(Aleksei's PoV)

I was perched on my usual spot at the bleachers the following day hoping to see him.

I hadn't seen Liam since the day before and didn't share any classes with him, in fact now that I think about it, before this whole interaction I didn't even know he was in my year or was he not?

"Oi, you're on the wrong side." Alfie said as he tried poking me through the metal bars what with him being in hemp haven whilst I sat right above him.

I simply shushed him and swatted his hand away.
He peered through the bars to where I was looking, squinting his eyes, "ohhh, have you got the hots for one of those girls?" He asked as he continued to stare at Charlie's friends who were sat at their usual table across the field.

I furrowed my brows only then noticing all of the girls that were part of Charlie and Liam's click.

"Thought I'd find you here."

It was him.

Except this time he wasn't in his gym shorts. He had his full uniform on, blazer and all.
He towered over me, his hands stuffed into his blazer pockets, his hair a golden mess atop his head.

"Hiya Stassen." Alfie greeted from underneath.

Liam looked around searching for the source of greeting as I chuckled at his confusion.

"Oh!" Liam softly exclaimed as he caught sight of Alfie, "I didn't see you there!" He added.

Why was he so civil?
Maybe I was just surrounded by punks that I forgot normal people didn't have to have each of their sentences glamourised by some colourful words.

He sat beside me, leaving a little space between us for Alfie's annoying head.

"Piss off." I shoved Alfie's face out of the way.

"Rude." He scoffed in return but backed off anyway. "I'm gonna look for Richie the bastard."

"Just the two of us." I said with a relaxed sigh, smiling at nothing in particular with my eyes closed as the sunlight assaulted my face.

"Haha yeah."

I glanced at Liam from the corner of my eye and found him staring at me, his cheeks all rosy.
I had heard of people like him, who blushed for no apparent reason. They just did. I wondered if it was a medical condition of sorts.

"You good?"

"Yes, absolutely." He replied a little too quickly.

I didn't understand why he'd go quiet every now and then.

"I like you high."

"S-sorry?"

His eyes had shot up to twice their normal size at my words and i think he decided to stop breathing as well.

"The night of the party." I reminded, "when we shared the joint" I added, "you seemed so at ease."

He looked me dead in the eye as I turned my gaze towards him, "let's do it again."

"Yeah?" I asked with a cheeky grin plastered on my face.

He nodded eagerly.

It surprised me how someone of his caliber would want to smoke a joint in a manky garage with a greasy old sod like me.

I guess I intrigued him and he wanted the taste of our eccentric lifestyle.

I pulled his hand into my lap and yanked the fancy pen he had in the front pocket of his blazer.

He sat still as though I would beat him up if he didn't and patiently waited for me to scribble into the palm of his hand.

He looked at his hand, squinting his eyes, "y-your number?"
I nodded, "I'll phone you when I get hold of some gear."

"Did somebody say gear."

"Go away, Alfie."

"No listen to this,"

I sighed and gave Liam an apologetic look as Alfie rambled on.

"This dog right here is shagging miss popular!"

"Vera?"

Alfie had Richie in an unimpressive headlock. Liam stood up abruptly, "I think the guys are waiting for me." He mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck looking towards his group friends.

I tried not to look disappointed when I nodded at him with a half arsed smile. He quickly jogged across the field to where his friends sat as my own were half way through a wrestling match under the bleachers.

I watched as Liam told the girls at his table something that made them squeal, damn he really had them wrapped around his fingers.
One of the girls even pulled his hand to herself as she held onto it. He really did get the girls.

"Can you please shut the fuck up." I hissed at Richie and Alfie who were now on the ground throwing punches at each other and groaning.

"What's up your bum hole anyway?!" Richie scowled at me as he yanked Alfie's hair.

Alfie's chuckle was mixed with pain as he spoke, "Liam Stassens dick obviously."

I sent him a dirty glare and set my eyes on the cute girls at Liam's table, "do you reckon I can bag one of them if Liam and I get close."

"You'll be bagging AIDS if you lot get clo-" Richie caught Alfie off guard and strangled his neck shutting the latter up.

I simply shook my head and walked away.