To my dear boy

Chapter 6

Week by week, time seemed to move quickly. Before Andy even realized it, it was already June and school was about to end. As he stared through the whiteboard ahead of him, lost in his own train of thought, he could hear the faded murmur of voices in the background. Suddenly, he was snapped back to reality by the sound of his math teacher calling his name.

"Andy! Andy! You're gonna fail my class, you know? Are you even listening?"

"Uh, yeah, I am," he finally replied in a daze, trying to figure out what was going on.

"You've flunked every test this year. I've given out the easiest exams possible, even Matt managed to get a decent grade! I don't know what's going on with you, really. I can try to give you some assignments for extra credit, but even then, I'm not sure what could save your average," she explained, the disappointment evident in her voice.

"Well, you're a math teacher, aren't you supposed to be able to calculate something that basic?" Andy bit back, the words coming out before he could stop them.

The teacher gave the boy a menacing look, as if she was about to slaughter him in front of the entire class.

"You know, I'm not obliged to give you extra credit. I guess you will be failing after all. And you're getting detention today after school."

Matt started laughing like an idiot. Probably because he never would have expected the brunette to say something like that. Sure, he was one of the 'class clowns' and just as much of an unserious, teenage boy as the others, but he'd always been incredibly respectful to teachers, he'd never talked back like that before. Matt was almost... proud of him.

"Oh, you find detention funny, Matt? How about you join your classmate today, hm?" the teacher quickly yelled at him.

"What? What did I do?"

"Be quiet, before I send you both to the principal's office!"

The boys were both silenced instantly. As the teacher went back to her lesson, the two gave each other annoyed looks. Matt's lips curved into a small smirk, realizing that the idea of being in detention together with Andy wasn't all that bad.

When the clock hit seven, the two headed to detention. They walked in complete silence, thinking about who could be waiting for them in the room. To their surprise, their geography teacher had been assigned to watch them. As soon as they sat down, the man told them to behave themselves, since he had some business to attend to, and he quickly left the classroom, leaving Andy and Matt alone.

Matt instantly glanced at the brunette, smirking once again. They now had an entire hour to kill, and he knew he wanted to make the most of it.

"So now what?" he asked, slowly tapping the tips of his fingers against the desk.

Andy simply shrugged in response and started looking around, as if he'd be able to find something to do plastered somewhere on the walls of that empty old classroom. Before he could think of what to say, Matt had already gotten up and he was walking around like he owned the place. It was kind of endearing to watch him move swiftly between the empty desks, gazing at the educational posters on the wall like they were some works of art from the Louvre. When he reached the back of the classroom, he stopped in his tracks, staring down the basket full of bread loaves that had been left untouched. Without a second thought, he dumped the contents on one of the desks, then he rushed to the front of the classroom and placed the basket somewhere in the front row.

"Come on," he laughed, taking Andy's hand and pulling him towards the pile of bread. "Okay, throw these and try to hit the basket. Whoever lands the most hits wins."

He hesitantly looked up at the taller, blonde boy, before grabbing one of the loaves and throwing it towards the basket. The bread ended up under a desk somewhere, completely missing the target. Matt quickly followed, effortlessly throwing it inside of the basket.

"You can't aim for shit," he smirked, making fun of Andy.

"Shut up," he retorted, before throwing another piece of bread. This time, it landed in the basket.

"Not bad..."

The two kept going, hitting shot after shot, until they ran out of bread. Surprisingly, Andy had beaten Matt by 2 points.

"Ha! Fuck you! Looks like I can aim after all, huh?" the brunette started gloating.

"Yeah, yeah, big deal. I can't move my arms in this shirt anyway..."

"Then take it off and let's do it again. I bet I can still beat you."

"Fine."

Without a warning, Matt took his shirt off and threw it somewhere behind him. Andy's eyes were instantly glued to his majestic torso and his sculpted abs; he could barely keep himself from turning red. He quickly snapped himself out of the trance, however, and went to pick up the pieces of bread that were scattered everywhere.

For the entire game, Andy couldn't help but gaze back at his best friend's body with every chance he got. So much so that he even missed a couple of shots because of how busy he was, staring. He even had to calm himself down at one point, so he wouldn't get a boner.

"Told ya! You got lucky last time. I'm just better."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you feel better about yourself."

While they were bickering, the sound of their teacher's footsteps started to grow louder and louder. They quickly cleaned everything up and sat back down as if nothing had happened, just in time for when the door opened. The teacher looked around the classroom, searching for any signs of damaged property, but everything seemed to be in perfect condition.

"You two were really well-behaved, huh? You were even pretty quiet! Eh, you know what? You guys can just go home early. I'll see you tomorrow in class."

"Yes, sir! Thank you!" the two answered, before bolting out of the school.