Hate at First Sight [boyxboy]

Chapter Three

It was maybe two or three days later that Lee and Tyler were walking quickly to their Art class - they were already late.

But to make matters worse, Jackson and his stupid friends just had to be coming their way.
Lee kept his head down and hoped they'd just ignore him.
It didn't work.

"Watch it."

Jackson rammed his shoulder into the Scottish boy with seemingly as much force as he could muster.
Lee stumbled and crashed into the lockers with his back painfully.

He glared at the tall boy, who had already continued down the hallway "I can't freaking wait till you guys graduate."

"What was that?" Jackson had stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to face Lee.

"I said: I can't wait till you guys graduate," the Scottish boy repeated himself, voice trembling ever so slightly.

"Oh," laughed the older boy, "I thought you said you couldn't wait till you got grey hair - which would be totally understandable, if you know what I mean."

Lee simply rolled his eyes while Jackson and his minions burst into laughter like that was the funniest thing ever.

"Ginger jokes," Tyler said sarcastically, "How original."

"And who do you think you are, you fucking fag?"
Another one of the boys had now spoken up, and taken a step closer to Tyler. He looked completely unfazed though.

"You just answered your own question. A fucking fag."

The blonde boy grabbed Tyler by the backpack and shoved him into the lockers as well. He stumbled and fell to the floor.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you."

The black haired boy got up off the floor and dusted himself off.
With one last look back to us, the four seniors continued on their way.

"You okay?" asked Lee.

"Never been better," grinned Tyler, "That dickhead looks stronger than he actually is. Let's go."

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Lee felt even weirder tutoring Jackson than usual that afternoon.

It was working fairly well, though the older boy did apparently feel the need to occasionally drop an insult or a ginger "joke" during their sessions.

Lee ignored all of his stupid comments, though - he was completely set on getting the whole thing done and over with and getting his money.
He was already excited thinking about what he'd do with it.

"Why don't we read what you're supposed to as homework and then write a summary?" Lee suggested, but Jackson looked as though he'd just suggested that they move in together.

"No way."

"What? Don't tell me you can't read," joked the Scottish boy, but Jackson didn't seem to find it too funny.

"I can. I'm not fucking reading to you, though. Not happening," he snapped.

"And how do you imagine you'll graduate if you just keep refusing to work?" inquired the younger boy with a little bitterness in his voice.
He really didn't have the nerve to deal with Jackson's stubbornness at the moment.

"Why is that any of your fucking business, Phineas?"

Lee simply shrugged, "It's not. Except for the fact that I'm wasting my time here if you don't work. So, are we gonna read this chapter or can I go home?"

"Do not," seethed Jackson, "talk to me like that, okay? You forget who I am yet? Just cause you're tutoring me, doesn't mean you can fuck with me. You'll regret it, so get your shit together or I'll do it for you."