All is fair in love and war

Chapter 3

-=+=- hbomb's POV -=+=-
I drove into the school parking lot with my best friend Ryan, or dolphin, and my girlfriend Stella. I'm actually thinking of breaking up with Stella, she is really clingy and just a bitch. I got out of my car and headed towards the school. Stella came over and grabbed onto my arm just giggling. I internally rolled my eyes.
"Bud, I'll see you later!" Dolphin says, going in the opposite direction I was going. I waved at him, and kept walking. "Hey bud!" Yelled a couple of my football friends. I smirked.
"Hey." We were chatting about the upcoming game this Friday. We were facing our enemy, mianite high. (Not even sorry!) just then someone ran into me. I looked down, my face red with anger. It infuriated me even more when I saw who it was. It was none other than the ugly fag.
"Watch where you're going fairy boy!" I spat at him, glaring as sharp as I can. I smirked when he shrunk back not looking up. I grabbed him by his collar and pulled him to my face. "I think I need to teach you a lesson so you know better next time." I say venomously. He squeezes his eyes shut. I pull my fist back, ready to bash his face in. Just then the bell rang. "Fuck!" I say. "If I'm late again mrs. Matthews is gonna give me detention!" I can't get detention. The coach said whoever gets detention can't play in the game. I groan, throwing Zach at the lockers. He groaned in pain. I smirked, and told him "you lucked out this time fairy boy." He stayed there as we walked away. Stella kissed me, and said
"bye babe!" I smirked.
"Bye." The boys were smirking at me. " come on, we can't get detention." I tell them. They roll their eyes and groan, but came along anyway. We walked in laughing.
"It's sad that we couldn't beat up that faggot." Brad muttered. I nodded, laughing.
"True, but he looked like he was gonna wet himself!" I snickered. The guys nodded, laughing.
The teacher went up to the front, clearing her throat to get our attention. "Okay cla-" she was interrupted by Zach. The teacher glared at him. "And where were you mr. Graser?!" She yelled. He looked down, shuffling uncomfortable.
"The bathroom." He mumbles. The boys and I snicker, knowing why he was really late. The teacher increases her glare.
"Well, next time be quicker!" She yelled. I smirked, loving this teacher. She hated the stupid fag as much as I did. She always was harder on him than the rest of us. "Now that everybody is here," she started, glaring at graser. "I would like to introduce a new student." She turned to look at some guy with a tattoo. She motioned for him to come up here. " come up here and introduce yourself." The boy sighed in annoyance.
"Hey, I'm jordon. I just moved here from Seattle." He looked like he was pretty bored. He walked back to his seat, practically collapsing into it. I smirked and turned to brad.
"He seems pretty cool." I mutter. Brad nods.
"Yeah." He responded.
"Okay class, there will be a partner project of 3! But I will be picking partners." The teacher tells us. I groan in annoyance. I turn and talk to the guys about the game and practice. "And finally Zach, Liam-" I jump up looking at her in shock.
"WHAT?!?!" I scream. She is pairing me up with that fairy boy!? What the hell is her problem?!
"I said that you will be partn-" she started.
"Yeah, I heard you!" I interrupt, "but I refuse to work with that thing!!" She smirks at me. That bitch is enjoying this!
"Well you don't have a choice." I was about to protest again, but she cut me off. "Now don't interrupt me again or you will be in detention for the next to weeks!" My eyes widen in shock. She can't do that! But by the smirk she wore, I could tell that she most defidently could. I groan in annoyance, and slam myself in my chair glaring at her. Her smirk widened. "Now as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, Zach, Liam, and jordon will be partners. At least I have someone cool.out of the corner of my eye, I see graser talking to jordon. I hear my friends snickering about how funny it is that I'm stuck with graser. I glare at them, and they shut right up. I growl, grabbing my stuff and sitting next to jordon. Zach shuts up and looks to the floor. I smirk at him.
"Okay, let's hurry up on this stupid project." I growl, picking up the project.
"Who interviews who?" Jordon asks. I turn towards him.
"I could interview you jordon." I tell him.
"I like to be called bayani." He tells me. I nod.
"I like to be called h." I say.
"Okay, cool. So you interview me, I interview Zach, and Zach interviews you?" Bayani asks. I shake my head.
"Noway am I getting interviewed by that freak!" I say, glaring at Zach. He shrinks back.
"Well, it's either he interviews you or you interview him." Bayani tells me. I groan in annoyance.
"Fine! I'll interview the fag." I spit. Bayani glares at me with so much hate. I look at him quizically. "What's your problem?" I ask.
"Don't you ever fucking use that word!" Bayani yells at me.
"What word?" I ask, still not knowing why he is suddenly mad.
"Fag." He says. I roll my eyes, but nod. Whatever.
"Whatever, but when should we meet up for the project." I ask.
"I could interview you first, so at your house today?" Bayani asks. I nod. The bell rang so I grab my stuff and head to my next class.
---- magical time skip ---- after school at h's house.
"Wow." I hear graser whisper. I smirk, knowing that my house is impressive.
"Okay, let's start the project." Bayani says. I nod, heading up to my room. I sit on my bed. Bayani heads for my computer chair, and Zach takes a seat in my beanbag chair. "First question. What's your favorite color?" Bayani asks.
"Blue." I answer. "That is such a little kid question." Bayani rolls his eyes.
"Most of them are. But it helps us get to know each other I guess." Bayani says. I nod, he has a point. "Okay, have you ever played any sports?"
"When I was younger I played tennis, but now I play football." I answer. Bayani nods, and writes it down.
"You played tennis?" Graser piped in. My eyes widen a bit in shock. I forgot about him! He was just so quiet.
"Yeah, so?" I ask, looking at him. He looked so intrigued. He started smiling.
"That's so cool!" He said. I was kinda shocked to see him so... How do I put this loud? Normally he is very quiet. "When did you play?"
"Um, around middle school I think." I say.
"Why did you stop playing?" Graser asks. That's a good question, why did I stop? I wasn't really sure. I shrug.
"I guess I got bored of it?" I say, unsure. Graser deflates a bit, obviously not impressed with my answer. I shrug, not caring. I saw bayani writing down what we were talking about. "Shouldn't we be filling out all the questions?" I ask bayani. He nods, realizing that we would finish quicker if we all answered the questions.
"That's true! Okay so my favorite color would have to be green. And I used to play basketball." Bayani tells us. He used to play basketball? Hmm, the more you now.
"Why did you stop?" Graser asks. Bayani's smile falters.
"Well, it got to pressuring. I was the best one on the team, so the coach and everyone was always putting their hope on me. It got to much, so I quit." Bayani says, frowning. Wow, I didn't suspect that. Graser is also frowning, looking down. Why was he sad? Graser gets up and hug bayani.
"Aw, it's okay bud." Graser says soothingly "Nobody says you have to stop playing, you can still play for fun right?" Bayani smiles and nods.
"Yeah, that's true."
"Okay, so my turn!" Graser says, beaming. I roll my eyes. He is so freaking fruity. "So, my favorite color is-" I interrupt him. "Let me guess, some gay color like pink or purple right?" I ask, laughing.
"No actually." Graser says. "It's orange. And just because I'm gay doesn't mean I like girly things. Actually pink and purple aren't even girly, no color is! It is just a color, it has nothing to do with gender or sexuality or anything." Graser says matter in factly. I roll my eyes. Whatever. I write down orange. I start to write down no for sports. "Why are you writing no down h?" Graser asks. I roll my eyes.
"Because thou obviously never have done sports." I tell him. He puts his hands in him hips.
" and why is that?" He asks.
"I don't know, you don't seem like the sports type?" I say, not entirely sure. He scoffs.
"And you don't look like an ass, but you are!" Graser yells at me. My eyes widen. Graser has never talked to me, or anyone like that. Normally he stays quiet.
"Okay, fine then! Have you ever played sports?" I ask him, rolling my eyes. He smiles and nods. "What?! You have?!" I say in shock. He giggles.
"Yup, for about 2 years. 6 and 7th grade, I ran track! Actually I was the best on the team!" He says, smiling proudly. I sit there with my mouth hanging wide open.
"That's so cool graser! I guess you can't judge a book by its cover." Bayani says. Graser smiles, and nods. I roll my eyes and write down track. "Okay, well I'm already bored of this!" Bayani says groaning. I nod.
"How about we go eat something?" I ask. They both nod, and we go downstairs. I dial the number to dominoes and order a large pepperoni pizza. The guys were already in the living room playing Mario kart. I roll my eyes. How can they make the self so at home?! "Okay guys, were getting pizza." I tell them, sitting on the couch. Bayani nodded, but graser was beaming.
"Yay!" Graser screamed. "I freaking love pizza!! It's my favorite!" I snort about how childish he was acting. I covered it up by coughing. No h! I am suppose to hate him! I roll my eyes at that. Dude, he's only gay. I sigh, knowing that's true. I guess I could try being his friend, I mean he seams pretty cool. There was a ring at the front door. I grab the money and go towards the door.
"That will be 16.48" the pizza guy said, handing me the pizza. I nod, handing him all the money. I go back to the living room, and graser snatches the pizza and opens it grabbing a piece. Eager much? While we were eating, a thought crossed my mind. "Hey graser?" I ask.
"Hmm." He mumbled, in the middle of taking a bite. He sets it down looking at me curiously.
"Well you said you were the best in track right?" I ask. He nodded happily. "Did you enjoy doing track?" I ask him. He smiled even wider, nodding his head vigorously.
"It was the best!" He beamed. I nodded.
"Then why'd you stop?" I ask. Graser came here in the middle of freshman year. He said he stopped doing track when he was I. 7th grade. I'm curious why he stopped if he loved it so much.
"Well, I had to." Graser said simply.
"Why?" Bayani asks.
"I'm sorry guys, but I should get home." Graser says getting up.
"Um, okay bye graser." I say.
"Bye." He mumbles, leaving quickly. Why did he look so sad?
"I wonder why he quit." Bayani said after a while. I nod.
"Me too. He looked really sad when we asked why." I tell bayani.
"Right?! He was so happy talking about him being the best, I wonder what happened to make him look so sad." That made me think about it. Did he injure something so he couldn't race anymore? Or was he like bayani and got to pressured?
"I'm not sure what happened, but I am going to!" I tell bayani.
"Me too! But I should get going h." He says. I nod, waving bye. I clean up the pizza, and head to bed. When I lasted down, my phone rang. I groaned. I was just getting comfortable! "Hello?" I mumbled.
" hey babe!" Stella said. I rolled my eyes. Of course it's her.
"What do you want?" I ask. She scoffed.
"Don't have to be so rude! I just called to say how sorry I am for you!" She says annoyed.
"What do you mean sorry for me?" I ask. She giggled.
"Well obviously, I feel bad that you got stuck with that loser fag!" She said. When she said that, I was fuming. How dare she say that about graser. I frowned, sad when I realized that I was one of those people. I actually bullied him. But that was when I was thick headed and stupid. It was also before I started to hang out with graser. He's actually really cool. "Um, hello? You still there??" Stella asked. I groaned, forgetting about her.
"Don't fucking talk about graser like that!" I yell at her.
"Excuse me?!" She snapped. "What, do you suddenly care for the fag?!"
"Yeah, I do! He's my bud." I tell her. She burst out laughing.
"Good one babe!" She says, still laughing. Why is it so funny?
"I'm not kidding!" I yell. She went silent. I wa about to hang up when I remembered something. "Oh and we are done bitch." I say. I hung up, hearing her screeching gin disbelieve. I smirk, and go to sleep.