Dear Raine (boyxboy)

Chapter 2 - piggybacks and tears

I sighed as I sat down in the cafeteria, across from Drew.

“Hey sexy.” I said, picking up his water bottle and taking a swig.

“Stop drinking my water! You always backwash.” He growled playfully.

I rolled my eyes and flicked his nose.

“Ow! You have troll fingernails!” he yelped.

“Shut up! You smell like cat piss.” I stuck my tongue out and picked up one of Drew’s chips. He narrowed his eyes at me and slapped my hand away. I smirked at him and shoved a couple more in my mouth.

“You fat bastard!” He shouted, jumping onto the table, and falling, quite painfully, onto his back.

“Move, you dickhead! What are you doing?” I laugh, and push his legs away from me, which were currently leaning on my crotch, and leaving dirty footmarks.

“I’m tired, and I need my beauty rest.” He mumbled, closing his eyes.

“Are you saying you need to sleep to be beautiful?” I ask, snatch more of his chips.

“yup.” He said, popping the ‘P’.

“Then you are sleep deprived” I smirk, pushing him off the table, laughing when he grunt as he impacts the floor.

“I hate you!” he pouted.

Drew’s the last on my list. My bestest friend. It may not be a word but I had to use it for him. We’ve been best friends since I kicked him in the balls for pushing in the lunch line. I was only 11 so give me some kind of credit! We were like brother and sister, and I would certainly take a bullet for him, and I have. Ok, so it was a plastic nurf bullet, but it still counts!

“Anyways, I haven’t seen you for the whole day. Where were you?” I asked, shovelling more of his chips into my mouth.

“You little fatty!” he laughed, ignoring my question. “You can have them.”

He pushed the rest of his chips onto my plate. I grinned at him, with my mouth full and he grimaced, making me laugh and causing him to glare at me.

“You’re disgusting.” He muttered, moving his chair away from me.

“I try.” I said, eating more of the chips, and then pulling out my own lunch.

“Where do you put all of that food?” he asked, poking me.

“In my dick.” I grinned, poking my tongue out at him.

“I always knew you had a willy. I mean, look at the giant boner you got for me!” he smirked, pretending to wank me off with his hand.

I laughed and slapped his hand away, unwrapping my sandwich.

“How do you know its for you?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

“Bitch, I’m fabulous!” he said in a really bad American accent, flipping none existent hair over his shoulder and batting his eyelashes.

“One, never do that again! And two, I don’t actually have a boner. This is just how large my penis is.” I said, grinning when he pouted at me.

He picked up a stray piece of sweet corn and flicked it at me, laughing when it smacked me in the middle of my forehead.

“Hey my little bitches.” Nicole said, pulling out a chair and sitting, cross-legged on it.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Your little bitches? You two are my little bitches and I’m your pimp.” I growled playfully, taking a bite out of my bacon and lettuce sandwich.