Musically Inclined [boyxboy]

Chapter 1

Chris was starting to get annoyed at this point. Scratch that, he had been annoyed, now he was borderline homicidal.

Another grape hit the back of his head.

"Mikey, I swear to god, if you don't cut it out I'm going to kill you." That caused his ginger friend to cease-fire but only produced a snickering across the table from Taylors.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed," he played.

Mikey scoffed. "Try not waking up at all, he texted me at three in the morning for Algebra help."

Chris raised his head blearily in time to see Taylors give them both a surprised look. "Why? Exactly?"

Chris quickly bit back, "Because, unlike you guys, I actually have to work for my grades and don't get by on exploiting other students." He glared pointedly at Taylors who rolled his eyes. Then looked to Mikey and added, "Nor am I an innate genius."

Mikey swooned at him in mock flattery, "Oh my god, Christopher Daymes just complimented me, could this be love?" Chris only smacked his head back down to the lunchroom table. The other two laughed collectively.

Moments later he was being tackled into an uncomfortable hug. "Ah! What the fuck, Sam?"

A feminine laugh sounded from somewhere on top of him, "Aw, babe, are you okay?"

Chris responded, growling, "Get the hell off of me."

The girl let out a scoff as she moved away from him, "Jesus, I just wanted to see if my boyfriend was okay."

Taylors leaned over the table with a shiteating grin, "Babygirl, won't you please check with daddy next time we start to dabble in polygamy."

Mikey gagged at the pet names but Chris only shot daggers at the pair. "Polygamy refers marriage smartass. Dating is considered polyamory." Before either of them could rebuttal he tacked on, "And keep your shitty kinks to yourselves."

Sam tsked at him from where she was now sitting next to Taylors, "Wow, Chris, do I hear you kinkshaming me?" The accused rolled his eyes. "You don't have the right. I heard what you did with Gracelyn last Saturday."

Mikey gasped, "Oh! Do tell!"

Chris droned out their mindless chatter. As everyone at the table was well aware, nothing had happened between him and Gracelyn Peters that night. It was a rumor that caught hold over the week that Gracelyn had never denied, but why would she? Half the student body (maybe more) would pay money to say they slept with one of the hottest guys in school.

Now, of course, Chris wouldn't consider himself all that physically attractive but the glamour of popularity seemed to overshadow his looks. He didn't understand popularity. There were a good few "populars" at the school, but most were only there because of their looks, money, or sports team. That was the explanation behind Taylors' social status (as well as Sam's by default) considering he was one of the school's star athletes. Mikey most definitely got by on his looks alone, seeing as anyone to give him the time of day could tell that the redhead was downright drool-worthy.

Chris, well-

Chris was just a pain in the ass.