No Homo (Boy x Boy)

Scarlet

I got changed quickly after I was humiliated by that Welsh bastardo. I swear he gets increasingly annoying the more I have to be around him. I swung the changing room door open with such force that it smacked the wall with a loud hollow noise that echoed up the deserted hallway, increasing the size of the dent in the wall from countless other pissed of sportspeople before me. Or at least I thought the corridor was empty. In the red haze that had settled over my vision since the match, I had neglected to notice the most beautiful girl I had ever seen standing twenty yards in front of me. She had corn coloured hair that went halfway down her back and mellow whiskey eyes like I had never seen before. She probably stood around five foot or so, but her petiteness did not take away from her hourglass figure. I feel like she must have sensed me staring at her because she looked over at me.
'Figlio di puttana' I whispered under my breath 'I'm going to look like a total creeper'
It was totally unexpected when she announced, 'Hey it's Scar right?'
I stood there speechless trying to form some kind of coherent answer to what was probably a rhetorical question. I just nodded at this and bit my tongue to avoid further embarrassment of myself.
'Hey I'm Genevieve - Eve if you will. I'm new here and I was wondering if you could sit with me at lunch. See my friend Jessica here...'
It was at this moment that I realised Jessica, the literal harpie, was standing right next to Genevieve.
'Was just saying how nice you were and I wondered if you would come with us now to get lunch.' She continued. 'Any advice on what not to get?'
I was stunned at this request, I mean I knew I was sort of infamous around the comp, but I didn't think it meant anything. With slightly impaired judgement from the shock of the invitation I agreed without thinking about the fact I'd have to sit by that hoe-bag Jessica. Man I hate that bitch.
When we arrived in the canteen there were still a few tables to spare so I made a b-line go the closest cleanest one and ditched my stuff.
'Hey Eve if you just put your bag here and get out your fob I'll show you how the machine works, it's a piece of shit really, but they won't accept cash. Some kind of anti-mugging thing' I said.
She dumped her bag on the table and I led her to the fob machine and explained how it worked. Then it was just a case of getting in the queue and explaining not to eat the beef, because although the horse meat scandal is over you never can trust the Great British comp canteen.
We got our food and sat down. She explained to me that she moved with her dad to the area when her parents split in the summer, just in time to start sixth form and complete her A levels. We talked between ourselves until the bell rang at 13:55 as it did every Monday to Friday, September through July. Time to return to hellish classrooms fully equipped with hellish teachers.

My last lesson was science, don't ask me which one, I honestly couldn't tell you. It'd probably help if I learned the teachers names, but then again timetables only have initials and room numbers and sir and miss were good enough. When j walked in I realised something or more specifically somethings, one Frey was in this class, two the only seat left was next to him in the front row, three this was definitely chemistry and finally we were just about to receive our results from last summers GCSEs and we all knew what that meant.
It was time to face the music, I hadn't opened my results I'd collected on the 25th of August yet, I was not mentally prepared for this. As the teacher handed out slips of paper with our results on them I waited anxiously. Frey got his handed to him pretty early, probably because they were alphabetised and I think his surname began with a B, but I would have to wait until S for Santiago, the story of my life.
Time slowed as I waited for what seemed like forever, but finally the time was right and an A4 piece of paper was presented to me. I don't think I've ever felt this nervous because as soon as they were all handed out I knew people would want to compare and I wasn't sure I was ready for that.
I reluctantly looked down at the piece of paper in my hand which honestly could have weighed as much as a horse at that point, judgement day was here.
But the letter that glared back at me was not at all unpleasant, it was euphoric there on the page A* 57/60. At that point I couldn't help it, I grinned.
'What're you smiling at bach' came a voice from beside me.
'An A star' I replied smugly
'No way, me too!' Frey exclaimed, 'What mark?'
'57, you?'
'Damn son, I got 56'
I chuckled at this response and congratulated him and he me, and we just sat there in a comfortable silence.
The rest of the lesson was just a debrief of this years work and resit specifications, all of which I tuned out to. At three 'o' clock when the bell went I slung my bag over my shoulder and left without so much as a look back and headed for the bus.
When I got to the bus I flashed the driver my pass and sat across two seats somewhere near the middle. It wasn't long before the bus started filling up, but I continued to glare at anyone who tried to sit next to me. I thought I was in the clear when it appeared that the bus was mostly full, until I heard his voice.
'Afternoon drive.'
Frey walked on the bus, up the aisle, shoved my outstretched legs to the side and sat down.
'Making a habit of sitting next to me Bowen?' I remarked as he sat down. I'd seen his name on his result sheet earlier.
'Only for you Santiago, only for you'
We sat like that in silence for a while until...
'Hey I saw you at lunch with the new girl, she nice?' He asked.
I thought back for a moment as to work out who he meant. In all honestly my brain was scattered from the first day back that we'd had, then I realised.
'Oh you mean Eve, yeah, she's chill. Moved here in the summer.'
'Who'd want to move to this shithole?' He quirks his eyebrow at this.
'Her dad apparently.' I replied.
We continued in our conversation about the days we'd had, earlier tiffs forgotten in the tired and humid atmosphere at the bus.
When he got up to leave at his stop I found myself missing him slightly. I put my headphones in for the last 10 minutes of the journey and got off the bus to walk home to a house that would probably be empty in all the senses you could imagine.

Chapter By: camisodo