mine [joshler]

I (Josh's POV)

Monday Morning

First period was always English, probably the time of day where I'm the most unproductive. I started blankly out the window that opened to the packed parking lot of the west wing of the school. Not the most exciting thing I could be looking at, but the gentle sway of the color shifting leaves did enough to satisfy my short attention span. In my opinion, that was much better than listening to the teacher droning on about some sort of literature involving guilt and faulty airplane parts. I rested my elbow against the arm rest of the desk, holding my chin up in place. Unfortunately, like all desks in this damned-to-hell building, my desk had a wobbly leg that had the tendency to creak every time I applied pressure to that end. Just to add to the problem, my pencil rolled off my desk, all the way to the foot of the kid two desks in front of me. Fuck... That's just my luck. I thought to myself. There was no way to get it back now. The only way was to get out of the one side that was open (which happened to be the side facing the window), round the whole fucking row and pick it up. Another option was to ask the kid to get it for me, but he looked too wrapped up in the discussion to notice that the pencil even pecked his shoe.

From behind me, I could hear another desk creak, but this time it sounded like someone was getting up. Perfect...

They walked passed me, but I didn't bother to look up at the face. Only a short, pastel pink mini skirt and a raspberry colored halter top were visible at eye level. Sweet, it's a chick too.

I reached up and tapped her gently on the shoulder. "Hey sweetheart, can you pick that pencil up for me?" I asked quietly.

'She' turned to face me, and I got met with a not-so-feminine face, but with makeup. I'd know him from anywhere. Tyler Joseph. Everyone knew him. The kid that liked dressing as a girl. In a sense, I found it cute. He wasn't ever afraid of what people would say about him and I respected that greatly.

"Sure..." He smiled at me, his voice low but with a slight pep in his speech.

I watched as he walked forward and bent down, putting everything he had on display. His skirt lifted significantly to get the perfect view of the lace, black panties he was hiding underneath. They hugged his cute little ass tight, making me want to slip them off of him for some reason.

I never thought of myself as a guy into other guys, but Tyler made it so easy for anyone to fall for him. He was hot in that tight, girly clothing he sported to school each and everyday. I never really noticed how attractive it made him until now.

"Goddamn..." I mumbled to myself, as he fixed his skirt back in place, his lips mouthing a little 'oops' that he didn't mean at all.

"Here you go..." He placed the pencil on to my desk, giving me a smile with a hint of mischief.

"Y-yeah... Thanks..." I was still surprised by him. He had me stunned, dazed even, for the rest of the class. I couldn't get him out of my mind.