The Boy in the Black Snapback [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 7) Chase

I dragged myself up the stairs to get to french- my least favourite class- and sat down by myself in my usual seat near the back.

Of course, the teacher was nice, I just had no interest in learning another language.

I put my head on the desk and closed me eyes, opening them as I heard someone pull out the chair next to me.

"Sorry, there's no other seats..." Muttered the person.

"Oh, hey Chase." I sat up and grinned at the look of surprise on his face.

"I didn't know it was you, you had your head down, sorry!" He apologised, flushing red with embarrassment.

"Nah it's fine." I promised, resting my head on my arm again.

"I see you're very productive in this class," he said, flicking tiny bits of paper at random people.

"As are you." I commented, doodling in the corner of my jotter, which seemed to have been taken up by all of the doodles.

He grinned.

"So, are you trampolining tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah! I'll be there every day it's on, that's what I did at my old place."

"Oh cool, that's great!" I exclaimed, joyfully. The teacher looked in our direction and I sank back in my seat.

The lesson went on, and eventually the teacher began to talk.

"Alright, I hope you've all been working, because I'm going to ask you all questions relating to the work you're supposed to have been doing." He frowned at the back of the class, and shuffled around papers in his hand.

"Stephanie, what do you eat for breakfast, in French, please."

Stephanie, who was sat in the row adjacent to us, slowly slid her phone under her jotter.

"Uh... Je mangé un pain de grille avec une confiture," she hesitated.

The teacher urged her on.

"Et je bu le jus d'orange." She finished.

"Yeah, that'll do." The teacher sighed, scanning his eyes over the class.

"You, the new boy."

Chase looked up.

"What do you eat for lunch, again, in French."

He looked at him blankly. I slid my jotter across the desk to him but he didn't seem to notice.

"Chase!" I hissed, making eye contact and directing him to my jotter.

"Fletcher, don't help him." The teacher snapped.

"I don't know this, sir." He announces.

"Don't call me sir young man!"

"Sorry, ma'am, it's hard to get into new habits." Chase replied with a grin.

The teacher- Mr Scott- stood at the front of the class in silence, his eyes growing as wide as plates, his jaw clenching tighter than humanly possible.

"CHASE WHATEVER THE HELL YOUR LAST NAME IS," he glanced at the register on his desk. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY CLASS RIGHT THIS INSTANCE!"

The class went silent and all turned to look at Chase.

He scraped back his chair, making an eye watering sound along the ground, slowly put his things in his bag, and calmly walked out of the class, his face remaining expressionless.

Either he had done this many times, or this was his first.

Mr Scott, who seemed to be in a state of shock, slammed a stack of textbooks down on the front desk.

"Page 57." He muttered, storming out of the class and slamming the door behind him.

Nobody moved, nobody made a sound, and all you could hear was Mr Scott's voice as he- probably dragged- Chase down the corridor in the direction of the headmaster's office.

He sure had it coming.

•

I didn't see Chase for the rest of the day. Unsurprisingly.

He rocked up to the trampoline arena about half an hour late, but since I'd already told Sapphire, she didn't really seem to mind.

"Good evening." He said as he walked up to me.

"Dude, how are you alive right now?" I laughed, genuinely concerned.

"Well, at my old school that happened a lot, so I just leaned to deal with it."

"And... How do you deal with it?"

"You just keep smiling." And he grinned.

You see, Chase tends to grin a lot, which is really cute. Aaand his nose twitches when he laughs. See? Us gays notice these things.

"Alright. What do you wanna do?" I asked.

"Do you want me to help you with your double flip?" He offered.

"Oh yeah, that'd be great!"

We went over to the foam pit and he spent the next half hour instructing me with the flip, and on my final attempt, I succeeded.

I landed perfectly, and looked up at Chase in shock. He stood with his arms folded, smirking with pride.

"I DID IT!" I exclaimed, climbing out of the pit and bounding over to him.
"I actually did it! Thanks to you!" I resisted the urge to tackle him into a hug, and instead hit his back with my fist, because apparently men are too masculine to hug.

He frowned.

"I didn't do much"

I shook my head and laughed, and added Chase's name to my mental list of friends.

I AM SO SORRY I'VE BEEN DEAD FOR ETERNITY.
I don't have an excuse.

Also it's like 1am and I can't be bothered to properly proofread this so I apologise for any mistakes, or rushed bits... Just all of it, I'm sorry for all of it.