School Boy

2 - That's My Pencil

☺ Chapter 2 ☺

I bit my lip as I leaned over the paper and worked on the equation that I was supposed to be doing. We were each supposed to do half of a sheet. I think that we have to explain how we did it and color code it later. The problem was, Phil finished before me and was now leaning over my shoulder watching me work. I was trying to ignore it but it was really difficult with him breathing on my ear.

As hard as I'd been trying to ignore him, I was still stuck on this problem. I'd been doing it for way longer than I should've been because I couldn't find my mistake. As I went to look back over it for the tenth time, Phil let out a frustrated sigh before grabbing my paper, despite my efforts to stop him. I groaned and sat back, crossing my arms in a defeated way. Phil chuckled and grabbed my pencil as well.

Less than thirty seconds later, he turned the paper back towards me. He had a smug grin on his face as I looked down at the sheet. I groaned loudly at my stupidity. My handwriting was so bad that “-13” had turned into “+3” and I didn't bother checking that because I thought I had copied it down correctly.

I  heard a snort of laughter behind me and followed it to see Phil with almost my entire pencil in his mouth. “What the f- . . . Hey, get my pencil out of your dirty ass mouth!”

A smirk played at one corner of Phil's mouth as he raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think it's only taken ass?” I froze and he full out grinned at my mildly horrified expression. “Besides, I'm just showing you some of the stuff I can do with my tongue.”

Phil slowly pulled my pencil out of his mouth. He opened his mouth to show his tongue wriggle around the pencil. When it finally left his lips, a long strand of saliva followed it. I was dumbstruck. The pure audacity of Phil Lester. Outraged, I grabbed the pencil with the hem of my shirt and stalked to the trash can. I tossed it into the bin and stomped back to my desk, intent on ignoring Phil for the rest of the lesson.

~~~~~ I don't know what to write here. Maybe just a little bit about that night when he goes home ~~~~~

I was sitting under a tree in the park. I had long since finished my homework and was just stalling having to go home at this point.

I look at my phone to see that the time is almost 9. I should probably sneak back into my bedroom. Luckily, I left my window open. I'm still a “good boy" but that doesn't mean I haven't ever snuck out. Even though it was so I could study with PJ for a test I forgot about until it was way past my curfew. But I digress. For whatever reason it may be, I still know how to sneak in. Mom should be home by now and probably so overworked that she's already asleep in her bed and dad is most likely unconscious on the couch downstairs.

I sighed, picking up my backpack and heading towards my neighborhood. As I went around to the side of the house to climb the tree leading to my window, I noticed someone wearing fuzzy rainbow pajama pants with squirrels on them and an oversized gray shirt with a kissy face emoji on the front. The person was humming softly and kicking their feet. They were wearing glasses lit up by the glare from their phone.

I saw the bright turquoise hair and recognized him to be my neighbor. “Hey numbskull. Move over a bit so I can get my fat ass up there!” I called up. He jumped and dropped his phone. Luckily, I happened to have my hands up in an exaggerated manner and was able to catch it.

We stood shocked for a second at: one, how close we just came to the death of a new phone; and two, the fact that I actually caught something. The silence lasted for a grand total of two seconds before he started to snicker. His contagious laughter made me giggle. This set him off and it wasn't long before we were both fully laughing.

He wiped away a fake tear. “Oh shut up Tyler. I was serious though. Move your unnaturally curvy butt.” He moved over some and I wiggled to get up as best as I could with my backpack still on and sat next to him.

“So, what're you in for?” He joked.

I snorted, “Murder.” I took the sarcastic approach to our conversation. We both laughed and talked until midnight. I cursed when I finally did check the time and we departed, with Tyler getting down to go to his house across the street from mine and me going to climb through my window. I was stopped when someone opened their window in the house next to mine and Phil's slightly tired face came out. I sighed at the sight of my neighbor. There really was no escape from him.

Our houses are close enough together that, if we wanted to, we could get into each other's rooms by going across the tree. I caught him using it on multiple occasions to sneak people - mainly his girlfriend, Chelsea - into his room.

Phil pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked at me confusedly. I put up my hands in surrender, turning around to go through the window. I stopped in my tracks when Phil hitched his leg over his own window frame and began to climb out. “What are you doing?” I decided to ask him.

He glared at me. I kind of like Phil like this - too tired to flirt with me. I could actually pay attention to him and his personality since I wasn't as on guard as I usually had to be around him.

“Uggh shush. I have a headache. But if you really must know, I'm waiting for Chelsea. She should be here in about . . . Now.” He looked up expectantly. “Ah, there she is. Chels!” He yelled.

She giggled and came jogging over. I took in her appearance. She was wearing big round glasses that she often had to push up on her petite nose. They somewhat drowned out her gentle green eyes. Her perfect blonde hair was thrown up in an effortless braid that still looked amazing and was tied with a small black bow. She wore a conservative pink tank top with a loose light blue denim jacket over it. She had on dark gray skinny jeans and heeled boots that sounded like heavy combat boots with every step she took. As she got closer, I saw that she had on subtle black eyeshadow and eyeliner, which helped enunciate her eyes. The makeup made them bigger and brighter and the glasses made them smaller and duller, the two contradicted each other to make for a truly unique appearance. It wasn't bad though. She had a slightly pointed chin and a light pink lip gloss on. She also had small and easy to miss studs in her ears. To top it off, she had a lip and septum piercing. In the times I've talked to her, I've noticed she toys with the lip ring with her tongue whenever she was nervous and didn't really know who she was talking to.

I'm not a stalker. And, though I swing for girls, too, she's not my type. I'd only noticed that much because I'm observant and enjoy people-watching. All-in-all, she was effortlessly beautiful. And that is when I realized, I sound like a CoverGirl commercial.

Phil beckoned her over and she began to climb the tree. When she got up, we greeted each other, as we are friends. We aren't too close, but we enjoy each other's presence. Especially after I tutored her in French in sophomore year. I can proudly say that I'm the reason she passed.

Chelsea and Phil started talking and I took that as my cue to leave. Quietly opening my window, I set my bookbag down inside to the left of the windowsill. Then I proceeded to bring my leg over and not too gracefully flop inside directly to the right and onto my bed. Since it was already almost 12:30, I decided to skip my nightly Tumblr routine and plugged my phone up. I rolled over and was quickly asleep.

*Omg I'm so proud of myself for writing this! I don't think you understand: I wrote the first chapter, like, a month ago and lost all inspiration to write it. Not to mention the first chapter was really short. Then, 4 days after I get really bored and decide to post it, I get really inspired for some reason and write it . . . A grand total of  1415 words! I don't think I've written any chapters in my other book that are that length!! I'm so proud of myself, even if this chapter hardly does anything. At least it helped establish characters. Speaking of, what d'ya think? How's Chelsea? I tried really hard to not make her a slutty bitch. I, for some reason, always seem to get attached to the characters that I only wanted to be really unimportant. Not to mention they're kinda bad guys. Stop gettin' in the way of mah ship!! Anywho, I want feedback!!!!! So, yeah. Please do that. I want criticism cuz I write this as I go and I think it's a bit all over the place. Peace!*