The Rusty Old Minivan

Chapter 2

The next class, Louis almost considered not coming. Waking up the morning after he'd sucked cock for a spliff, he realised how incredibly senseless he'd been. He was taking a fucking class with this dude, and now, every time he looked at him, he'd be reminded of their cheap pathetic handicap stall hook-up. Sure, the bloke probably didn't even give two shits, but Louis' dignity did and that was the issue at hand.

Eventually though, Louis remembered that he couldn't allow, nor afford, to let some random weed-guy get in the way of his education, so he went to class on time like always.

When he got in and scouted the auditorium, he was relieved not to see Harry there. He found a spot in a middle-row and pulled out his notepad and pens. Most of the other students in the class brought laptops to take notes on, but Louis was fine making do with what he had. Besides, he didn't really have any other choice.

What was his choice, was not reading up on their assigned homework for tonight's class. And yet, it sort of wasn't. It wasn't like he sat around at home playing video games and then just decided not to give a shit about anything. Really, it was the complete opposite; he had much too much to give shit about and that was a shitty situation at times.

He'd just have to hope the teacher was too shitty to notice.

The teacher, Mr. Tippin, was just getting the whiteboard set up when someone took the empty seat beside Louis.

A certain someone.

Louis' entire body went rigid. Out of all the many empty seats in the auditorium, this kid - this shameless weed-hoarding huge-cocked kid - chose the seat beside Louis. Brilliant.

Harry didn't even say hi, just pulled out his MacBook and kept his eyes on the screen.

Louis glanced at him, trying to figure out what his deal was, but he couldn't because Harry never looked up. Hardly even blinked.

The lecture began and Louis managed to forget about his silent side-mate and tune into Mr. Tippin's words. Except it was difficult to understand even a quarter of what he was saying when one hadn't read the material he was talking about. In the end, Louis was just scribbling doodles on his notepad since it didn't make a difference whether he listened or not.

But then, "and now I'm just going to give out a little worksheet of twenty questions for you to answer so I can determine whether you've understood the material for tonight's class."

"Shit," Louis hissed.

And out of all things possible, that was what made Harry react. "You all right?" he asked.

Louis glanced over at him. He was still tapping away on his laptop. He had enough notes on that word-sheet to write an entire book of his own, god damnit. "Yeah I'm good," Louis muttered.

The papers were passed around, hand by hand, until they made it up to Louis and Harry. They were thin sheets of one-line-questions, but Louis still couldn't make it past the first one before he was biting the end of his pencil.

"Hey," it came from his right, "it's B." Louis glanced up at Harry, and Harry's finger came down to point at the B under the question he was struggling with. "B," he said again, "it's B."

"So..." Slowly, Louis allowed a small smile to creep onto his face, "... A?"

Harry shook his head, looking serious for all of three seconds. "C. I said C, you fucking idiot."

Louis cackled and ringed the B. From then on, he was helped with almost every single question on the worksheet. Harry didn't ask for anything in return, but Louis still made sure to joke around and make him laugh, hoping the friendliness would serve as some kind of payment. Because that was the basis of their relationship, wasn't it? Something for something. You scratch my back, I suck your cock. Something like that.