Polar Opposites | brian johnson❌

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Tapping his pencil gently against the table, all Jordyn can wonder about is what his essay will be about. He could just repeat different synonyms of "great" over and over again. Like good, excellent, exceptional, wonderful, godlike, magnifi-

His train of thought is derailed when a loud snapping sound echoes in the near-empty library. But isn't the sound of a twig or bones snapping. It almost sounds like the celery being broken in two, but softer, in a weird way. Turning to the sound, he sees the girl dressed in all black with her hand in her mouth, biting away at her fingernails. When has biting your fingernails ever sounded like that?

Her movements are stalled when she sees she has an audience, finding the eyes of her peers on her. After a moment though she places her nail in her mouth once more, the snapping sound echoing once more.

"You keep eating your hand and you're not going to hungry for lunch," John states. In response, the girl bites her nail once more before spitting it towards the criminal, a look of annoyance prominent on her features. "I've seen you before, you know," he adds, pointing at her for a moment.

Jordyn turns back in his seat, staring at the blank sheet of paper. He feels the want to rip it into a million pieces begin to seep into his brain, gradually muting his conscience. It diminishes, though, when he hears Brian's mumbling beside him, gaining his attention.

"Who do I think I am? Who are you? Who are you?" he says to himself, making the former athlete raise a brow. His face deadpans when he watches Brian attach his pen to his bottom lip, placing the top of it under his upper lip, before stating, "I'm a walrus."

Jordyn can't tell whether he should sigh in exasperation or bang his head against the table. He does neither, instead, going for the simple roll of his eyes before turning his attention to his paper. It's forced away once more when he hears the shuffling of jackets before stopping abruptly, making him look up once more to see Brian and John taking their jackets off. John continues as Brian pulls his up nervously, an awkward smile on his lips. Placing his hands together, he blows his hot breath into them, rubbing them together before leaning forward onto the table, the awkward smile still on his lips.

"It's the shits, huh?"

Oh, if Jordyn could die now from the amount of second-hand embarrassment he feels right now. He's both biting back a groan and a pity laugh, shaking his head tirelessly. Giving Brian a quick glance, he mouths out, "Smooth," before looking back at his paper, hearing Brian give another nervous laugh before shuffling in his seat to do the same.

At this point, Jordyn feels like his attention span has dwindled to one of a dog, as he's distracted once more by the feeling of something brushing against his legs. He tries to swat it away, only for the back of his hand to meet skin. It's cool against his warm skin, making him shiver slightly. Looking down, he spots Brian's hand beneath the table, making him give an airy chuckle.

"Really?" he whispers, giving the blond a glance. In response, the latter can only shake his head softly, small pink roses blossoming on his cheeks.

"You're warm," he shrugs, but Jordyn can see right through the lie. However, he doesn't push it. Instead, he gently grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers. It instinctively makes a silent sigh pass both of their lips, finding comfort in feeling each other.

"Oh shit!" John's outburst scares the two boys, their hand disconnecting from each other in an instant. "What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?!" His question makes Jordyn sigh in annoyance, quickly grabbing Brian's hand once more.

"Please," he hears Claire groan in distress, seeing the redhead shake her head.

"If you got to go..." his words trail off, but the sound of his zipper moving is heard throughout the library, everyone turning their head to see John leaning over the table, his hands beneath the table. Jordyn would lean back in his chair to groan in despair, but he knew if he looked over at John he would probably get a good view of his dick and he did not want that.

"What the fuck is even happening?" Jordyn sighs, rubbing his face with his free hand. He feels Brian squeeze his hand gently, but it does little compared to the amount of shit Bender just put the two through mentally in the span of about two minutes.

"You're not urinating in here, man!" Andrew exclaims, turning in his seat to look at John.

"Don't talk! Don't talk!" he orders, placing his hand up in the air to further push his point. "It makes it crawl back up!"

"I've lost all hope in society," Jordyn deadpans, shaking his head gently. He goes to lay his head on Brian's shoulder but stops himself when he remembers where he is.

"You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!" Andrew barks, finally getting John to stop his antics for a few moments. Everyone gives a silent sigh of relief when they hear his zipper once more, signifying he's placed his dick back in his pants. His antics continue though when he says, "You're pretty sexy when you get angry!" before growling right after. That sentence itself makes Jordyn, who is the gay-est out of him and Brian, question everything. He's isn't given time to answer it when John turns his attention to the two, saying, "Hey, homeboys." Brian's hand pulls away from the former athlete's to point at himself as if trying to figure out who else he'd be talking to. "Why don't you go close that door. We'll get the prom queen impregnated."

If only he knew the truth.

Jordyn has to bite his tongue to stop the laugh wanting to leave his mouth. And looking over at Brian, he sees the blond doing the same thing, placing his fist in his mouth as he tries to stop his shoulders from shaking. It's a good thing Andrew and Claire have the Bender's attention, as the two share a quiet fit of laughter before turning their attention to the three, finding this to be some grade-A entertainment.