Streets Of Paper(BxB)

Chapter 1: Enemies

 RIIIIIINNNGGGG!!!!

The class was over, and all the teenagers rushed out the room as if they had been suffocating for the past hour. The teacher closed his history book, sighing and also walking out of the classroom to go on his break. A 17 year old male stood, always usually leaving last with his 3 friends, talking with them and joking around, they chuckled. This morning was rather pleasant for him; he had bought a new manga. And yes, fuck you, because anime was the shit.

"Dude, come ON! What's so great about One Piece?" Drake sighed boredly, leaning an elbow on his chair as he looked back at Oliver, who sat at the back of the class, legs propped up on his desk and manga in hand. He seemed to have a blank expression on his face, his round sunglasses preventing anyone from seeing his eyes. He loved his sunglasses. It gave him the cool/mysterious guy kinda look. The male ran a hand through his dyed bleach blonde hair, it was brushed back nicely, and his long bangs covered his forehead and one eye. He didn't reply to the black skinned male, he just flipped him the bird and flipped another page. "I'm hungry..." A short haired blonde with dark blue eyes mumbled, his chin resting on the desk, he was fairly chubby but not enough to call him fat. "You're ALWAYS hungry..." Oliver deadpanned, lifting his head slightly to stare at him; the fourth party member was just listening to music, of course, in his big headphones. However, Oliver's eyes shifted to the person on the front desks not too far away, sleeping. His eyebrow lifted and a small smirk set on his face, "well, well, well... looks like Cunt-ass has fallen asleep again~" he said, turning over to the three, and all four heads turned to the oblivious auburn haired male.

 "This will be amusing." Drake said as all stood, the 3 sitting on the nearby desks while Oliver casually made his way to the front of the sleeping guy's desk. His glasses were crooked because of sleeping on the side of his face, some drool falling from the corner of his lips, his hair was disheveled and his clothes were the most horrendous ever known to man. Chester Curtis. Of course. Who else? Nobody was this pathetic after all. Oliver tilted his head, hearing him mumble words like, "Traitor" and "Jerk."

"Aww~ he's dreaming about me." Oliver grinned, standing up straight. "Dude that's totally gay..." Kyle, the chubby male, deadpanned. The Leader of the small group just snorted. Suddenly, he grabbed Chester by the back of his shirt, lifting him up abruptly and that action almost chocked the teen awake. Oliver leaned over his ear, "PEOPLE SHOULDN'T SLEEP IN CLASS, CUNT-ASS!!!" he yelled loudly, causing the teen to jolt awake. "AAHH!! BONKERS!!" At the loud scream, honey colored eyes snapped open and he twitched at the abrupt call. Like when you turn on really loud music while you are wearing headphones. His body jerked to the side and he fell off his desk. Panting and huffing on the floor while recovering from that scary experience. "Dude, you just made a rhyme!!" Drake pointed out, grinning.

 ‘Uuuggh!! Those pea brains again! How many times do they have to pleasure themselves by the pain of others!? Unacceptable! …Unacceptable!’ Chester thought, hearing them laugh loudly at his reaction. He just ignored them and stood up, opening his backpack and shoving all the things inside it when he realized the time. "I thank you for your rude awakening! But I am going to be late for class and I do not, you hear me, do not have time for you nut-crackers today!" Chester took a deep breath at the end and swung his backpack over his shoulder, about to turn and leave but noticed the drool on the desk.

Ignore it... ignore it... ignore it... Oh GOD! How filthy!  He couldn’t leave it without taking his hand sanitizer spray and squirted some on it, wiping the surface with the sleeve of his green and brown sweater. He then shoved it in his pocket and rushed to the door. "WHOA!!!" Oliver grabbed his backpack before he could do so, pulling him back, "I didn't know you were a clean freak!" he fake gasped, slinging an arm over the brunet's shoulder, making him tense. The dyed blonde chuckled, "Say, you happen to have a little something on you..." he started.