hide and seek - boyxboy

4

Maths is a bore. It always will be. Never exciting. How awful.

I lay my head on my hands trying to figure out what my friends were mouthing at me.

Jackson, I'm sure, is asking me about the trip to my mums. He had always fancied her. Tragic. Time and time again I'd say; "Jackson. She'd never go for it." Although I was always pretty sure that she would go for it. Never wanted to put hope in his mind. My best friend as my step father? I'd rather not.

I look to the side of my desk, eyeing Madison. Boobs falling out of her buttoned shirt. Not very buttoned. 3/8 I'd say.

Jackson puts something in her hand. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, all before throwing the small note in my direction.

my new gal is peng

In case you don't understand. (Don't worry, I barely do myself.) I'm under the assumption that 'peng' means fit. Or hot. Whatever you prefer.

I look at Mr Smalls in front of me. Back still facing the class as he scribbles on the white board with a green marker that is almost definitely permanent.

My mind quickly shows me a picture of Uriah. Trust him to pop up into my thoughts so randomly. God damn him and his loveliness. I'm gonna come out and say it. HE IS A MOTHERFUCKING GOD.

No homo.

I mean, I guess I'm trying to say that he's what I inspire to be? I don't know. I have no time to conspire up a reason as to why my obsession with this boy I've barely known for a week has appeared. I will let it be, however. Intriguing.

The bell ringing before Mr Smalls long speech about fractions of some shit is a god send. I couldn't bare to hear any more of it. He says all these things to us as if they matter to our lives. I'm sure they don't.

I plan a small scenario in my head as I gather my books together; I'm shopping for clothes. Maybe the male section of forever 21. An unfortunately small section. I go to the till and give them what I chose to buy. Do they ask me to add up all the prices and minus the discount percentage? No.

I stand corrected.

I walk out the door, still reading my story in my head. Before I could find out the ending, I bump into someone. I see a blur of them falling on the floor. I reach my arm out, hoping that she accepts it as an apology. I make out her face, squinting slightly. Cole Matthews and glasses? No thanks.

"I'm so sorry!" I exclaim as she jumps up, not accepting my hand.

"Nah, it's fine. Don't act like i'm some damsel in distress." She rolls her eyes. "Anyway, do you know Jackson?"

"Clark? Yeah." I reply. Is this the 'peng' girl that is my best friends new girlfriend?

"He's over there" I point at my locker with Jackson's next to it. "That's his locker. I'm Cole by the way." I smile.

"Well nah. You're Cole Matthews!" She rolls her eyes again. "I may not be the most popular girl in the school - but your like social royalty around this shit hole."

Hard to argue with.

Before I can ask her name, my best friends calls for her from our lockers. "Belly!" He calls.

My mouth drops open. "Your names Belly? You do not look like a Belly! You look like a... I don't know! But not a Belly!" Her long black hair and purple lipstick didn't really make her look like a Belly.

"Yeah, you got a problem?"

"Oh shit, uhm... never mind." I look down a spin around slowly trying to find a way out of this situation. "Oh look, Jackson!" As Jackson and 'Belly' hug, I run away down the corridor. "Bye Belly!" I yell, jumping up to reach the ceiling.

School was over, meaning i'd have to go and pick up Amy.

I run down the front stairs of the school, pulling my bike keys out of my pocket.

Before I could start the bike, I see Uriah in the corner of my eye. Pacing. "Hey? Uriah!" I call, letting go of my bike to face him. "Is everything okay? You seem stressed."

"I am." He says honestly, his bottom lip falling into his mouth as he bites into it. "I don't know how I'm going to get home. I don't know what buses to take and I live in Monkspath. An actual 45 minutes away." He groans, running his hand down his face.

I look at the length of my bike, and tilt my head to the side. "I can take you. My sisters schools in Solihull. Basically 15 minutes from you." I lift up the seat to grab a helmet. "Jump on and we'll go. We'll have to leave now if we're gonna be on time for her." I say.

"No, no. That's a bit much for me to ask." He laughs, showing his teeth.

I roll my eyes. "Really not that deep. I promise."

He walks towards me and cautiously takes the black helmet from my hand. He sits it on his head, and slowly slides on the back of the bike behind me. "What do I hold on to?" He questions.

"There's a metal thing at the back. You can hold onto that." I shrug, revving the bike. "Or you could... Hold on to me. My shoulders I mean." I say the last part quick.

"Yeah. Your shoulders."

Before anymore awkward conversations start, I begin to speed off onto the road and away from school as quickly as possible. For me, I'm going at a normal speed but the high pitch squealing coming from Uriah is telling me something else. When we get to a red light I stop.

"Is it too fast?" I ask.

Uriah clears his throat and manages a small "Yeah."

I laugh a little as the light turns green.
And as we speed off I feel warm hand hold each other on my stomach. I slowly look down as I drive to see that Uriah had snaked his arms around me. I felt the presence of his head resting on my back.

He was hugging me.