Staig - Another Cheesy Love Story

Drama room Blues

I coughed from the cigarette smoke that filled my lungs, I cursed through the chokes as puffs of grey clouds spilled from my throat. I groaned and grumpily flicked my nearly finished cigarette butt away. I should really stop smoking. Whatever. I sighed heavily and turned away as the schools bell rang. I gripped the doors handle, yanking the heavy metal door back and quickly slinking in. I went to my locker and picked up my binder and note book. I slammed the door shut and locked up quickly, walking down the empty halls. I always waited a bit after the bell rung, mainly because I can't stand the little 9th grade girls that gossip and walk as slow as they fucking can, I just wait now. It gives me a peace of mind. I was walking past the storage room when I heard a familiar voice peacefully singing. I stopped and peaked into the room. This classroom is where the teachers decided to set up the dramas prop room. No one went in it, so it was strange to even see the door open. I glanced around the messy room and listened to the talented voice. I walked in and wandered through the mess; only to find fuckin Marsh. Singing like no one was around. I stroke a dumbfounded face, Stan can actually sing? I watched him with interest, leaning on a wall; gently setting down my books and watching the shorter Raven hitting things to make a beat to go along with his songs rhythm. "Enjoying yourself Marsh?" I snorted. The boy turned "oh... It's you" Stan mumbled softly "shouldn't you be in class?" He asked, picking up a box of dumb knick knacks and trying to shove it onto the shelf on the wall. I walked over after watching him struggle for a few minutes and took the box from him and gently put it on the shelf "God your tiny. Couldn't even put a box on a shelf" I mumbled kind of irritably "why weren't you at class yesterday? You missed a whole deal about a paired project." I rolled my eyes, turning on my heels. I walked to a dusty old couch they used for years as a prop. I flopped down my arms sprawling out on the top, and my legs opened wide. As what any guy would do. Stan glanced to me and sighed before looking away and continuing to clean "I got in trouble. I was texting my mom cause my sister went into labour yesterday and the teacher took away my phone. So I tried to sneak it back when the teacher was going for lunch but she caught me when she came back in for her dumb coat" Stan kicked some fake broken deer antler "so I got this as punishment rather then after school detention." Stan grunted, making little noise as he organized. "Good job dick cheese. Well we're paired for this dumb project so like... Come over on Saturday." I got up and snatched up my binders "later butt pirate" I teased as I walked out of the room. Stan came out as gay a couple of months ago, so I've been calling him gay slangs. I didn't care much for Marsh and like hell I was gonna kiss his ass and feel bad for him cause he likes cock in his butt.Tucker's don't give sympathy to people.