Babes - [boyxboy]

My eyes fluttered awake as my phone went off, my alarm ringtone blasting into my ears.

“This one is for the boys with the boomin’ systems, top down AC with the coolin’ systems, when he pull up in the club, he be blazing up, he got stacks of deck like he savin’ up…”

‘Damn you, Nicki Minaj’, I thought, as I pulled myself out of my bed and started getting ready for school. If you really want to make your alarm as effective as possible, put a song you hate as your ringer. The more you want to want to turn it off, the higher your incentive to wake up and turn it off.

I pulled on some black skinny jeans, a red and white plaid button up shirt, and some white Toms to top it off. I styled my straight black hair the way I liked it, swept to the right. I grabbed all my crap together, then headed out my room, out my house, and started towards my school, with only my thoughts accompanying me.

I liked my school well enough, I had a few friends, no bullies, and the teachers were alright, though their lectures made me want to sleep till I graduate. I had barely started my sophomore year, which is said to be the least stressful, to which I can so far attest to.  Freshman year was gross. Ew.

I had a funny reputation at school. I was supposedly a player, yet I haven’t had a girlfriend in a while; I was actually in the closet. Absolutely no one knew, and that wouldn’t be changing for a long time. Anyways, I’ve always been considered crazy, though I’m just being normal. Ho hum.

I arrived at school and was greeted by my wonderful best friend. If that’s what you call “being greeted”.

“HELLO BEAUTIFUL CHILD OF MINE, YOU’RE LOOKING QUITE SEXY TODAY, LOGAN!” Cynthia tackled me with all of her 100 pound might, toppling me to the floor, earning an amused glare from the other people in the hallways.

“Hey, babe,” I greeted her like I greet everyone, even male teachers. Hmm, maybe that’s why they think I’m a player. “Wanna let me get back up?”

“No, let’s just stay on the floor and DO IT!” Cyn shouted, winking at me.

“Don’t you think it’d be hotter to do it on our teacher’s desk, cutie?” I flirted back at her. This happened pretty much everyday, everyone was used to it; Cynthia and I gushing our lust for each other at random.

“Nah, I want everyone to watch!”

This continued till I finally wretched myself from her, not wanting to be late.

I trudged through my first and second periods, really nothing out of the ordinary.