How to bend a ruler (boyxboy /Oneshot)

"Peteeee, let me copy your homework!"

I let out a breath from my nose and shook my head, "You didn't do yours again?"

He nodded fast with a stupid grin on his face. His hands were formed like how a puppy's paws looked like when they were begging for a treat.

"Seriously Chase, this is the third time this week..." I gave him a pointed stare and rested my cheek on my palm.

Chase Korona, a half foreign guy who everybody seems to either adore or be intimidated with. And why wouldn't they? He was tall, good-looking, charismatic, confident, talented, smart, and most of all, he had a figure that would send girls down on their knees and guys burned in envy.

Yep, he was everything I wish I could ever be. Whatever Chase was, I would be opposite. I, Peter Grayson, wasn't really tall, or talented. People have always labeled me as the "shy" type because i was pretty quiet around them and I admit, I'm a secretive kind of guy too.

It's not that I'm one of those usual angsty, silent, none socializing but secretly crazy type of people. It's just that, I was never really comfortable with opening myself to others, even to those I'm close to.

But yeah, you'll know more about me soon enough.

"Uh yeah, so what's your point?" He grabbed my backpack and opened the zipper, rampaging through it like a monkey looking for hair lice.

I exhaled deeply and swiped my bag from him, "My point is, Chase..." I took my biology notebook out and smacked it on the top of his head.

"Ow!" He grimaced in what you barely called pain and I patted his head as if it was going to help in making it feel better.

"... Sooner or later, prof is going to find out that we both have the same answers. We're going to get in trouble."

I carefully set the notebook on his desk and handed him my pen. He flipped my notebook open and grabbed his notebook from his backpack.

Chase started copying my homework and I blankly looked at him writing.

His eyes were set on the writings on my notebook and his hands were scribbling fast. I hear him swallow and let out a soft but heavy sounding breath,

"Well if it's with you, I wouldn't really mind..."

My daze was disturbed by the sound of his voice and the words he let out.

Did I hear that right?

"No way. I don't want to be stuck with you, sadist." I scratched my head and he looked at me, sticking his tongue out, "Sucks for you then. Didn't the seventeen years of us being best buddies tell you already that I won't leave you?"

I forgot to mention that. Chase and I have known each other since we were little and we've been friends for my whole life.

As you can see, Chase was always the one getting into trouble and I was always the one saving his sorry ass. Not that I am complaining though, it was always fun having him around.

"Pete, do you want to watch a movie or something? My treat" Chase was half way done with writing down his homework. I shook my head, "I would but I'm not heartless enough to spend my own friend's money."

One thing you'd need to remember: I always get guilt trips when people treat me to something. That's right, getting something for free was always good in my opinion, but they never fail to make me feel bad since I knew I couldn't return the favor.

And Chase, being the sadist that he is, enjoys treating me to practically anything that would seemingly please me.

"Oh come on, pretty please? Iron man is showing and I really want to watch! Besides, I know you also want to watch" He grinned as he slammed my notebook shut.