The Boy in the Black Snapback [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 4) Reunion

The bell rang for the start of class and I swung my bag over my shoulder, almost hitting a younger student, and shuffled out of the library, yawning.

God, I hate having to get up at 6:30 I thought. I longed for the weekends where I could get up leisurely at whatever time, only having to leave the house at 6 for trampolining sessions.

So as I lumbered down the corridor to my first lesson, English to be specific, I came across a lost looking Elliot, looking, well, lost.

"Hey, Elliot," I said, nodding my head at him because that's a manly thing to do.

"Oh? H-hello." he replied, glancing anywhere but my face.

"Are... You okay?" I asked, concerned.

"I'm looking for Brandon..." He uttered after some silence. I was beginning to get worried.

"I haven't seen him, sorry." I apologised. "And I have to get to class."

"O-oh... If he doesn't turn up by break... C-can I sit with you?" He squeaked.

"Yeah, sure! I mean, I'm not sitting with... Yeah..." I looked to the side.

The final warning bell rang, and any stragglers left in the corridors slowly wandered in the directions of their classes.

"I really have to go, Ms Phillips will kill me. I'll see you at lunch?" I started walking.

"Yeah, bye," he smiled then turned in the opposite direction.

I made my way to Ms Phillips' class- English- and entered the classroom.

All eyes on me as I walked in nearly 10 minutes late. Ms Phillips turned to look at me, a face of disgust upon her head.

"Fletcher Collins, what time do you call this?" She started angrily.

There were snickers from the back of the class, but I ignored them, focusing only on the teacher.

"Sorry, someone told me to go to hell. I got lost, but I'm here now." And I went and sat down.

The grey haired woman who was standing in shock at the front of the class sat down at her desk in silence.

I was known for my, eh, sassy remarks, in my old school most of my teachers were pretty nasty. In this school however, Ms Phillips and my biology teacher Mr Holmes were the only nasty teachers I had.

There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to one of the popular boys, grinning.

"Good one up there," he praised, "not seen someone talk to Philly like that for a long time."

I think this guy's called Ethan. The thing I liked about him was the fact that, he wasn't popular for sport- he didn't play sport infact- he was short and skinny and hadn't much build, and he was a massive fan of computer games, but he was part of the popular squad regardless and they respected him for who he was and what choices he made in life.

And that's the reason that this isn't some cliche story that has a 'mean popular squad' that bully everyone, or evil nasty teachers that hate you.

But enough with the fourth wall breaks.

"Oh, thanks bro," I smiled at him, and he smirked back.

"Ethan, stop distracting people." Ms Phillips- or Philly, as she was more commonly known- snapped quietly, obviously intimidated by me.

I heard him laugh softly as I turned around, and I settled to doing my work in silence.

•

"Fletcher!" I heard Elliot shout and I turned around.

It was lunch, and Brandon was still nowhere to be seen.

He was probably just off sick, and Elliot maybe hadn't gotten his message, so me and Elliot just sat down at the edge of the dinner hall.

"What if he's ignoring me on purpose and hates me!?" Elliot gasped suddenly, his eyes filled wish sheer terror.

"Chill, he doesn't hate you, he has no reason to." I said, in an attempt to calm him down, but he didn't seem to relax all that much.

The rest of lunch was spent in silence, with the odd amount of small talk, until the bell rang and we parted ways, not to see each other for the rest of the day.

•

Last period we were called for an assembly. These were rare, and usually about some vandalism that the 'smoker gang' had done, or to lecture us about sticking in at school.

As people filed in through the doors, I noticed our Head of Year- a short fat grumpy man with a beard- stare be-grudgingly at someone. I couldn't see who, however.

Suddenly, he walked over to the swarm of students.

"Oy, you! Come here!" He yelled over the loud muttering  of noise. I saw a tall boy walk over to him, wearing a jacket and-

The same black snapback I had seen in the changing rooms!

"Take those off young man, I don't know who you think you are but you're not allowed to wear anything other that dress code. I'll see you in my office for a detention unless you can come up with a valid excuse for your actions.

It was quite funny really.

The boy was double the height of our HoY- Mr Harvey, and stared at him in some confusion.

"I literally walked into this school two minutes ago. I didn't know uniform was so strict because I have never been to this school in the sixteen years that I have been alive. So pardon me if I'm wrong, but I think I'll be excused from that detention you arranged."

And with that, he whisked the snapback from his head with a manner I'd only ever seen on TV, and stormed to the back of the auditorium to take a seat.

The whole room was silent throughout this affair, and as he was walking up the stairs the room suddenly erupted into cheers and yells in appreciation for the new boy's actions.

"QUIET!" Mr Harvey boomed, making no impression because he was that damn small.

The assembly dragged on after that. The snapback boy seemed to have put Mr Harvey in the worst mood possible, and as I predicted, it was a lecture about schoolwork and how we "shouldn't skive", although I was missing precious moments of maths for this bloody assembly.

Note the sarcasm.

Sorry about all the time-skips in this chapter- I didn't want to bore you all with details of every single one of Fletcher's classes.

If you're still here, thanks for reading so far- it means a lot☺️