Whizzer. Whizzer Brown.
Everyone knew that name. No one in this school could escape the loud, rambunctious junior and his group of friends. It was even worse when you had to suffer through more than one class with him. I had three in a row.
History and geometry had passed by with no troubles. I never had to interact with anyone in those classes. Chemistry, however, was a different story. It was the class where i discovered i had the worst luck, because I was partnered with Whizzer. I thought only dealing with him for the semester would be alright. only talking when we needed to, probably doing most of the work (I would do that no matter who my partner was), and try to not fail the class. Though, one week in, he tried to start up a conversation with me.
"Hey," he started in the beginning of class.
I didn't answer, knowing he probably wasn't talking to me. We rarely exchanged any words, let alone a greeting.
"Hello?"
This was when i realized that he was talking to me. I kept my head in the book and didn't shoot him a glance back.
"Hi," I responded.
I thought the conversation would end there. I prayed it would.
"Marvin, right?" he asked.
I nodded. he clearly wasn't getting the obvious signals that I didn't want to have this conversation with him.
"I'm Whizzer. Whizzer Brown."
"I know," I answered.
He may have been a little hurt by my response, but to be honest, I had no intention of fixing it. I didn't really care if he didn't like me. My only goal was to make it through the semester, not to be buddy-buddy with Whizzer Brown. I could be doing much better things than that.
"Um.. You're in my geometry class, right?" he tried again.
I nodded, still not in the mood to be talking.
"And history," I added.
"Right."
The conversation should've ended there. I needed to for my sake, but then he opened his mouth to speak again.
"You're pretty cute. I'm surprised I haven't noticed you before."
That sentence put me in such a state of shock, I fell off of my chair, causing the entire class to turn towards me. I tried to push myself up, but my hand started to sting. I realized blood was pouring out of my hand. I probably cut it on the table or something. I finally stood up to see the teacher staring bullets at me.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Just a little bloody," I muttered, revealing my hand.
"Your partner can escort you to the nurse if needed."
I nodded and Whizzer started to lead me out of the classroom. In the hallway, I noticed that Whizzer was standing awfully close to me.
"Sorry about your hand. I didn't know you would react that way," he whispered. "I just wanted to point out that you are really cute."
To be honest, I didn't know I'd act that way either. It was a surprise to both of us. The biggest surprise however, was that Whizzer Brown called me cute. He seemed like such an asshole, but maybe he did have a good side.
I scoffed, letting my snarky side dominate me. "I never knew Whizzer Brown had an eye for other guys."
"Hm, I thought my sexuality was pretty obvious," he pouted.
"Um, almost everyone thinks that you're straight," I mentioned.
Little did I know that the biggest surprise would be Whizzer pulling me into a passionate kiss. I may have liked it, but I wouldn't admit that to him. Okay, maybe I loved it, but that was beside the point.
"You're gay?" I questioned.
"Well that would explain why I gave the quarterback a blowjob yesterday," he smiled.
I was dumbfounded. Complete shock.
Disregarding my state of pure confusion, Whizzer grabbed my good hand and started pulling me down the hallway.
"Now let's go get that hand checked out.
