If My Timbs Had Wings

Jordan

I ran straight past the soccer team not giving James a second to look at me because although I deeply craved a look into those deep brown eyes he hasn't been that accepting of people like me. James is a machista and even though he's had my attention for the last three years it's time for me to move on and stop drooling over a straight boy. I entered the front doors and ran straight towards Mr.Razouk's class to turn in my final art project, a portrait I made of my first pair of timbs my mom gave me when I was ten.

"Mr.Razouk, sorry I'm late but here's my project..." I looked into my folder and realized.. My portrait is not in my art folder. "I must have dropped it on my way here."

"U d3ad@ss b?" Mr.Razouk said as he sipped some of his Coke zero, for some reason wearing a robe over his button up shirt. "I need the portrait before I leave today."

"Yessir, I will find it and bring it back."

I ran faster than I did before back towards the front of the school and as I was turning the corner of hallway B I suddenly came crashing onto a mans? I looked up to see that I had fallen directly on top of my longtime crush and also soccer captain...James. I quickly came to my senses and jumped off of him blushing as I pushed up my glasses and fixed my hair. James stood up over me looking flustered and ashamed, he quickly covered it up with disgust .

"What the hell man? U d3ada$s need to watch where you're going." He said as he wiped himself off as if I had gotten him filthy.

"I'm uhm- I'm sorry, I was looking for my art project... it's due an-"

"You mean this b?" James said holding up my portrait, "You painted this?"

"Yeah I did.. why? "

"Damnnnnn that's CRaaZyy" James said holding up my painting, "No homo but this is really good, bro. I mean it looks just like my timbs. Hey, what's your name by the way, you look really familiar."

"Really? I-I-I do?" I look down in confusion, "My names Jordan but you can call me Jordy."

"Keep up the good work, Jordy, u deada$$ good at this sh!t"

James finally handed me my art project and walked away, he smiled as he looked away but I knew it wasn't anything more than a friendly gesture. That boi legit said 'no homo' before complimenting my  work, he can't get straighter than this. I rushed back over to Mr.Razouk's classroom hoping he hadn't left already. I de@d@ss just walked in and Razouk was looking through my art folder. Blood rushed to my head and my fingers went cold when I remembered what was in there...dicc. Not just any dicc tho... me lord's dicc.

"So you like to draw naked men?" Razouk asked.

"It's what I know best, I guess." I responded shyly, "It's not what you think."

"I gotta b real." Razouk started with a serious tone, "I'm not even surprised g." He continued, "If anything I would've thought Nabila would have pulled this sh!t."

"Uh- I don't know what to say.."

"Look if it makes you feel any better, I'm gay as fuk too b." Razouk laughed, " I succ so much dicc in my spare time, I'm surprised I haven't started drawing them too."

"Haha- well here's my project Mr.R, thanks for the extra time." I ran my hand through my curls, shocked by this entire conversation.

"Those some gud lookin c0cks boi, have a good break, Jordan" He winked at me.