Secrets

Identity Crisis

The bell rang. Jasper sat down in his seat. Oliver claimed a spot next to him, giving him a smile as Calvin sat on the other side of Jasper. It was their creative writing class, and Oliver was only taking it because Jasper didn't know anyone in the class, and Calvin took it because he had heard the teacher had a funny accent. Jasper smiled at Calvin, looking down with a laugh, and Calvin's tongue peeped out just barely, licking his upper lip in a humorously seductive manner. Jasper laughed and Calvin chuckled, tapping his pencil on his desk. Oliver gave Jasper a raised eyebrow and he blushed.

"Oh," Oliver teased, "that exchange meant something, hm?"

"Shut up, you little turd," Jasper hissed with a smile.

Calvin laughed as the teacher stepped inside, and the instructor eyed him with his eagle eye and chuckled with his light accent, "Jokes, I see?"

"Oh," Calvin huffed, kicking the back of Jasper's heel. Jasper forced back a laugh that came puttering past his lips. "Oh, yeah just a joke."

"A joke," Oliver rolled his eyes with a grin plastered across his face.

Calvin grinned back and looked at Jasper, making the same movement with his tongue across his lips, eyebrows lifting at him once. Jasper let out an embarrassed sigh and slammed his head on the table. "You're awful," he mumbled, his hands hanging over his desk.

"I don't understand but I might not want to," the instructor joked, turning away with a smile as he checked his syllabus. Jasper lifted his head up and folded his arms, lips resting on them.

Calvin leaned over to Jasper and whispered, "You're blushing."

"Shut up," Jasper muttered. "You're looking at me like you love me." He looked at him with a playful smile.

"But I do love you," Calvin answered.

"You'll blow our stupid cover," he insisted.

"I'll blow your stupid cover," Calvin shot back.

Jasper's cheeks reddened and he made a face. Oliver snorted trying not to laugh and he looked away. "Oh my."

Calvin whipped his head to look Oliver's way, then looked at Jasper as his own cheeks turned crimson. "Oh my god. Oh my god I didn't mean it like that, I swear to god!" He held his forehead in the palm of his hand. "Oh my god."

Jasper slowly let his head fall to his desk, screaming into the palms of his hands. Luckily, the buzz of the class was still going, and it muffled his embarrassed screeching.

Oliver looked at the two of them, Calvin's hand over his eyes and Jasper screaming into his hands. "You two are a mess."

A black haired teen turned around to them, smiling, and added, "They're on the struggle-bus."

Oliver's eyes widened and Jasper and Calvin looked up. It was Mark from track, black hair and piercings and eyeliner and all. He chuckled. "I'm not a gossipy shoe." He winked. "Your glasses are fogged up, Short."

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"Gossipy shoe?" Oliver questioned, a chuckle in his voice.

"He was speaking in metaphor," Jasper reasoned, adjusting the book tucked beneath his arm.

"Oh," Oliver realized. "Like, he won't run around telling people your biz?"

"Yes, thank you for scrounging up last year's Literary Club info-meeting," Jasper chuckled. "Are you going to join again next year?"

"Dude," Oliver huffed, "I wouldn't go back there even if it meant my life was on the line. Mrs. Edenby is a bitch."