High School//Ianthony

Chapter 9: The Janitor's Closet

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

It's been about two weeks since Ian and I became friends once again. I've been making up stuff so he wouldn't end up with a broken nose. We haven't really talked since when we became friends though. That kind of worries me...does Ian hate me? I really hope not. Anyways, its P.E. now. Maybe I could talk to him when everyone leaves the locker room. I walk to the locker room and start to get my clothes on. Ian is probably changing into his P.E. clothes in the bathroom because Noah banned him from changing around us because he's gay. I don't really see the point in that. Ian has respect, its not like he would bang us right there. After I get on my clothes I go over to Noah. "I'm gonna be a bit late, I'm going to punch that fag in the face." "Alright, see you later bro," Noah says before leaving the locker room. I smirk and walk towards the bathroom. Ian walks out of the bathroom. "Ian," I shout-whisper. He turns to me and I look over at the janitors closet then back at him. Ian realizes what I'm gesturing and I go into the closet. After a moment or two, Ian walks in here with me.

IAN'S P.O.V.

"Hi," I smile warmly. The closet is kind of small, but crowded so my chest is almost against Anthony's. Is he blushing? No, thats just my imagination. "Hi, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out this weekend?" Anthony asked, smiling back at me. "I'd like that," I reply. "Wait...how did you get away from your friends? Don't they follow you around everywhere?" I ask curiously. "I just told them I was going to punch you in the face, so then we would have a cover up if they found us talking."

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

"Punch me in the face then," Ian says suddenly, closing his eyes and ready for impact. "I'm not going to punch y-" "We have to make it believable. I don't want you loosing your friends because of me. Now punch me." "Ian. I already told yo-" "Fine, I'll do it." Before I could stop him, Ian head butted the door and fell onto me, sending me backwards. I was blushing furiously with Ian on top of me. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to fall on you..." Ian stuttered, slowly getting off of me. "Its fine," I tell him, "Didn't that hurt?" I ask Ian with my voice full of concern. "I've had much worse," He smiled, even though it was obvious he was in pain. We both get up and I'm probably still blushing. "Do you want me to give you my phone number so you can call me when and where?" Ian asks. I nod. "I'll put a note in your locker, or something. But we should probably get to P.E.," Ian points out. "Agreed," I reply before opening the door.

(A/N) I know my chapters are short! I'm so sorry about that.