Punch Drunk Kiss (Ryden)

.6.

Well.

This is a turn of events for a few reasons.

Actually, no.

It's really not that unusual.

In between periods is perfect suck-off time. Ugh. This is why I don't pee at school unless it's a life or death situation, which it unfortunately was just now.

From the pitch of the voices and numerous moans, sounds like two dudes.

Not that I'm judging based on that, I'm judging based on the fact that this is a public high school in the middle of a relatively busy city. Cleanliness isn't exactly an expectation or a norm. So, like.. why risk it?

Also. Why am I lowkey interested in who they are?

That's some kinky shit I do not need to or want to explore.

For once, I'd rather be in class. I might find out when I get there, too, based on who's missing and will come walking in with that.. misty-eyed 'I just got blown' look. You know exactly what I mean.

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"Brendon?"

Jack. Barakat, if you wanna get specific cuz any idiot could be named Jack. I mean, take a look at the guy who traded a cow for beans. Though, Barakat's not nearly as bright. Kidding. He's generally pretty okay, from what I've observed over the last five years. Guy transferred all the way from Kansas in the fifth grade. Understandable. It's not like much happens there anyway.

"What's up, Jack?"

"Have you seen Beckett? I swear he was in class last period."

I rolled my eyes, "You know him, he probably decided half a day was good enough and bolted, no questions asked or answered."

William Beckett. A victory lap sophomore, though the victory is incredibly hollow. Oldest sophomore, obviously, definitely nowhere near valedictorian, considering he skips half the time and if he's not skipping, he's insanely late. God knows what he does for the other half, but for the one class I have with him, he just sits in the back and screws around with me and Barakat. He's not a bad dude, but then again, most supposed-to-be-upperclassmen are pretty cool, anyway.

Jack shrugged it off and mumbled, "Fair enough.. He just owes me five bucks-"

"Dude, you know you're never gonna get the cash."

It's not like I was gonna pay attention in this class anyway, it's English. You guessed it. Advanced English. Not that I'm smart, I just wanted a weighted class.

"Five dollars is five dollars. If it's in pennies, so be it."

I sighed. Like Beckett would even let Jack be lucky enough to get a cent out of him, "Still. What's the money for? A bet or something?"

He nodded, "Personally, I would so fuck Beckett, if given the opportunity and all that shit," He paused to see my reaction, which was kind of surprised, kind of weirded out, "Anywho, he doesn't see how fuckable he is, so I made him a bet. If he can get someone, literally anyone in the school, to suck or jack him off, I get five bucks. Since the period's more than half over," He lazily pointed up at the clock, "I'd say he had a good time and I want my money."

I scoffed, "You have fun with-"

"Urie," Shit. It's Hoppus. Not a student. My teacher.

"Uh.." I glanced up at him, then down at my backpack next to me, hurriedly rummaging through it. Ha. Forgot we had a paper due today, "Here you go."

"Thank you," Hoppus is definitely not the tightass type. If you're not me. Tough love, I guess. He's only hard on me because he knows I don't care.