Romeo And Julian (Part One)

Chapter Nine

Warren sat down next to me at the pizza place we were at, being oddly close to my seat. Just back off, you ungodly, gorgeous man...

Henry have him a glance and the two made eye contact for a moment, some kind of understanding between them. My best friend went back to eating his pineapple and turkey pizza, as well as kicking Sasha under the table. In retaliation, Sasha was kicking him back, and looked as if she was trying to come up with some kind of evil plan to destroy him.

Mr Levi walked over to the table with a large pepperoni pizza, smiling brightly. "Ok, now that it looks like most of us are here, shall we get started with this shindig?"

Esma raised her hand, Mr Levi nodding in her direction. "Have we made sure that we have everyone?"

Sasha sighed. "Warren, check. Julian, check. Henry, check. Esma, check. Florence, check. Sasha... Where could she be? We've lost her!! Oh wait, duh, that's me. Check. Seriously, there aren't enough of us to worry about who is here or not and if we've missed them."

"Well, we could miss you. The vertically challenged can have trouble in large crowds." Henry remarked to the four foot ten girl, getting another kick to the leg. "Ow..."

"You deserved that one." Mr Levi laughed. "Ok, so we've done well so far. We're one of the top teams in the country, and that means pizza!"

And that was the end of the speech. Mr Levi wasn't much for dragging things out, or being inspirational. He was a great leader, but he wasn't what you'd expect. Instead of working to make us want to win by saying that we're the best or that we're the underdog, he just explains that winning is fun and that losing is for sports players. And he bribes us with pizza.

Sasha jumped up. "Who's gonna go get tickets with me? I want to take that giant mutant cat stuffed animal from the booth."

"That's 10,000 tickets." Florence pointed out. "I'm in."

Henry stood up. "I bet I can get some from one of those coin drop games."

"I'll go to the tower timing game!" Esma cheered.

And with that, half of us were gone. Yay.

Mr Levi stood up and stretched. "Well then, I am going to find an arcade shooter. Don't have too much fun, you two."

And now it's just me and Warren. This is... Great, just great. Of course I get stuck with this motherfucker... Asshole... Beautiful...

"So, Julian..." Warren began.

"What do you want, Radcliff?" I sighed.

He nervously looked down. "Well, I was wondering... Since you are going to the dance, and you don't have a date..."

"Get on with it, Warren."

"I was wondering if you'd like to hang out with me while you're there. I mean, neither of us have dates, so... Maybe we could be each other's date..?" He finished.

I scoffed viciously. "You don't want to be sitting alone with me, people will start to think things about us."

"Well, what's wrong with that?" Warren snapped. "Maybe I'm not ashamed in the friends I have. Maybe I don't care about who you love or want! Maybe I'm not some ignorant prick that's going to avoid you because of something you can't control!" He growled.

Fuck... That's... That's surprisingly hot... Damn, Radcliff, you should get angry more often.

"If you want to so badly, then I won't stop you. In fact, you can pick me up if you really want your 'date'." I laughed. "The dance is at 7, right? You can pick me up at 6:40."

The look of shock on his face was priceless, but then became the brightest smile I've ever seen. Warren pulled me into a tight hug, cradling me up to his chest (Gods, he even smells nice...), and left me blushing as he pulled away.

"You won't regret it. It'll be great!" He said excitedly.

"Umm, y-yeah." I stuttered out. Nice one, Julian.

I stood up and cleaned my throat. "Umm... I think I'm gonna get some air... Or tickets... Or air-tickets... Yeah." Again, good job, I'm on a roll here.

He nodded as I walked off to the front of the building, taking my ear buds out and putting them on. I pressed play without looking at what was on, being met with Backseat Serenade. It's a good way to calm down I guess.

Walking into the cold air, I leaned against the wall. Stupid, handsome, asshole, jerk, friend person... Still don't get why he's so nice, I treat him like crap most days. Of course, I treat everyone like crap, so I guess he just doesn't take offense to that.

I thought I heard something through my ear buds and pulled them out just in time to hear "Isn't that the fag?" Immediately following by "That is the fag!" What a life I have.

I slipped back through the door into the pizzeria and arcade before they could reach me, calmly making my way over to a dancing game that Henry was playing (And acing, I may add).

"Homophobes, eight o'clock." I said, hopping into the game next to him and putting in two coins.

"Are you sure they're homophobes? Maybe they just know you're a nerd." He suggested .

I shrugged. "Maybe, but they identified me as the fag, so I feel like my first assumption was right."

"Hmm..." Henry hummed in thought.

I looked at him. "What?"

"That would make an interesting super villain name." He mumbled.

"What?" I repeated.

He finally looked my way, still dancing perfectly. "The Fag; homosexual super genius. Evil in the most sinful ways."

"Just shut up and dance, moron." I laughed.