The Idiots In My Mind (boyxboy) *UNCONTINUED*

CHAPTER 9

AXEL'S POV

"Hey, Ax? Can I request a favor?" George asked me as we were walking to go eat lunch.

"Sure. What is it?" I asked, my mouth already full of sandwich. "Can we go to the actual lunch room today? A couple of my friends were wondering why I never eat there."

I swallowed the food in my mouth and looked at the ground. "What if they make fun of me?" I said, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Then I'll punch them in the face!" George patted my back in an attempt to convince me to go. I sighed, "Fine."

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We entered the incredibly noisy teenage filled room. I crinkled up my nose "It smells like hormones and bad perfume." George laughed and lead me over to a table of people I didn't know. They ignored me and turned to George. "Hey guys!" He said to the two boys and one girl.

"Hello Georgie~" The blonde girl winked at him. I rolled my eyes, sitting next to George.

"Did we say you could sit here, fag?" The jock looking guy with the buzz cut said. I glared at him, "Actually yes. I'm George's friend, stupid ." Everyone at the table looked at me and I could feel the hatred of the other people consuming me. "I'm leaving." I got up and walked out as fast as I could.

(GEORGE'S -short- POV)

I watched Axel walk out of the lunchroom. "What the heck, Ryan!!" I yelled punching the jock's arm hard. "What?" He said

I glared at him. "You don't SAY THAT to people!! It is so mean!!!!"

"Since when were you a queer supporter?"  Ryan asked angrily.

"Yeah! Gays are against God. My daddy says to never talk to them."  The blonde girl, Jennifer, said.

"Your daddy is also a judgmental prick!" I stood up. "Come talk to me when you aren't so dense and stupid." I hurried out of the lunch room after Axel.

(AXEL'S POV)

I kicked a random locker in fury. "WHY ARE PEOPLE SO DAMN ANNOYING!!" I yelled while taking my anger out on the blue locker.

A teacher that I didn't know peeked out of their classroom, "Are you the one making that noise?!"

I glared at the middle-aged woman. "No, an invisible bunny is." I stated sarcastically. "Detention!" The lady handed me a bright pink detention slip. "Bitch..." I muttered. "What was that?!"

"I said 'thanks'" "That's what I thought..." The woman stormed off back into her classroom. I stuffed the paper in my pocket and sat in the hallway. "I'm not hungry..." I sighed. Looking at the clock I noticed there was still twenty minutes until my 5th period class started.

I headed toward the art class anyway, less optimistic going to my favorite class from my pissed off mood.

I walked in the stuffy room. Even though it was supposed to have enough room to be filled with students and art supplies, it was fairly tall. I sat down in a chair an waited five minutes until the art teacher, Mr. Lead, (oddly fitting name) came in.

He raised an eyebrow at me coming so early and questioned "Girl troubles?"

"I guess you could say that," I replied. He nodded in understanding and instructed me to get my unfinished sketch from yesterday and start to finish it. I grabbed it, two HB pencils and one 5B. I started to finish my scrappily drawn zebra and chuckled slightly, adding sunglasses to it (Hey, zebras are the fashionistas of the animal kingdom, they deserved sunglasses!)

People started arriving and I decided to name my drawing 'Fashion  Police' because of the police suit bound lion chasing after my fasionable sunglass zebra. What? I needed something to get my mind of the jerks at my school!

After art was finished, I headed toward gym. I was half excited and half nervous to see George again. Excited because I'm always excited to see him and nervous because I'm afraid he listened to his jerk-friend and will now hate me forever.

I go to the locker room and change quickly before anyone can see me. I don't need some guy watching me while I change! I'm about to go walk out of the hot changing room, when I am grabbed by the arm and met with bright green eyes.

"Axel..." George whispers, almost to the point of sounding seductive. I gulp and my face heats up. 

"I'm sorry, Ryan shouldn't have said those things." He admits, leaning on my shoulder.

"Uhh...It's okay..." Why the heck is he so close? "Really, I feel bad for it," He looks me in the eye "I feel like I should have protected you."

I gulp again and look away, assuring him again that it is fine. "Alright." He smiles sadly and walks to the gymnasium.

I sigh, and follow after him.

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Omg guys! I have a problem!!! I CAN'T WRITE LONG CHAPTERS!!! UGH, there are more chapters in this than pages! NOT HAPPY WITH IT. Plus, I have writers block D: Le sigh, tell me in the comments if you enjoyed what there is of this chapter.

Until next time,

~RW