☁️ clouds ~ f.m.

ii. hi, i'm alex.

alex managed to find the art room, and enter class ten minutes late. his teacher, mr. jackson, looked at the puerto rican questionably.

"uh, sorry. i'm new here."

"alejandro márquez?"

"alex, please." he replies.

"okay alex, go sit over there next to farkle."

and the games begin, he thought. his main objective was to be as seductive as possible to make farkle flustered.

"i thought you said you had english next?" farkle said, looking the slightest bit uncomfortable.

"i did... i must've read my schedule wrong," alex shrugs, then licking his lips. (farkle better creaming his jeans at the sight...)— alejandro thought.

seeing as isadora wasn't in this class, he could take it as far as possible without the teacher noticing.

as he sat down, he displayed his most sexy smirk, and whispered, "i can rock your world,  babe."

he could tell the other boy was trying to fight it, seeing as he was very uncomfortable.

"alejandro," the teacher warned.

"what did i do?" alex frowned.

"you're distracting my students."

"distracting a student would be more correct." he smirked, and whispered in farkle's ear again; "meet me in the janitor's closet after class."

"farkle, come be the model. you, alex, are one comment away from a detention."

it turns out that alex is actually a very good artist.

he drew a very abstract, colorful background, with a photo-realistic painting of farkle, in a pose pondering thought.

mr. jackson was making his rounds of critique around the room. he stops at alex. "for all the trouble you caused in class, this is a pretty good way to redeem yourself." he comments, impressed.

farkle caught his eye. he smirked. 

———

"hey big boy,"

"uh, hi. i'm assuming this is some kind of joke? because i am not, and i repeat not, gay. and it isn't wise for you—actually risky—to flirt in class like tha—"

"shut up. and i happen to like taking risks. now, you should totally kiss me for the amount of time you were talking."

"dude, no. i have a girlfriend."

"i was told that you're bisexual... and even i can tell that you don't like your girlfriend. at one point you did, but not anymore."

farkle then leans in, and smashes his lips onto alex's. alex gets used to it, and holds onto farkle's neck, turning it into a full on makeout session.

then, the bell rang for the next class. alex composed himself, then nonchalantly says: "meet me in the art room after school. we can do some more... discussing." he pulls on his jacket and opens the door, allowing farkle to leave, then waiting a few minutes before his own exit as to not cause suspicion.