Polar Opposites | brian johnson❌

three

ngl i kinda forgot i was writing this. it's been a minute and im sorry about not updating

Watching the three argue back and forth gradually takes a toll on Jordyn, the former athlete finally feeling tired after being awake for over twenty-four hours. And hearing them fight about god knows what at his point makes his eyelids grow heavy. Shaking his head gently, he rubs his eyes softly before Brian taps him gently on the shoulder, asking if he's okay.

"Tired," he replies. Oh, how so badly he wants to lean his head against his shoulder and just fall asleep there. How he wants to hold him close, running his fingers through his golden locks. It takes every muscle in him not to do so, his body tensing before relaxing every few moments. "I want to do so many things to you right now," he whispers softly, placing a hand on his knee. He watches as Brian tenses up, large roses blossoming on his cheeks once more.

"I-I- don't we should be-um-" he coughs into his hand, feeling Jordyn's hand move to the lower part of his thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. The former athlete looks ahead at the three students arguing, looking as innocent as he could be, while Brian beside him tries his best not to mewl when he feels Jordyn's hand move to the middle of his thigh, his nails gently scratching at the inner part. "What is wrong with you?" he whispers harshly, trying to push away Jordyn's hand with both of his. It stays there, despite how much he tries to move it.

"I can name a few things wrong with me if you wanted," he grins, giving the blond a glance before looking back at the three.

"GO TO HELL!"

"ENOUGH!"

Claire and Andrew yell at John for doing whatever. Instinctively, Jordyn pulls his hand away from Brian, the two looking down at their papers in fear of someone looking over at them. The two jump once more when they hear Vernon yell from his office before silence falls, staying there for a few moments until John gets up from his seat and walking over to the railing of a ramp, jumping to sit on top of it.

"What do you say we close that door," he suggests. "We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds."

"Well, you know the door's supposed to stay open," Brian states, which Jordyn nods his head at in agreement.

"So what?"

"So why don't you shut up! There's five other people in here, you know?" Andrew barks.

"God, you can count. See, I knew you had to be smart to be a wrestler."

"No," Jordyn deadpans, gaining the attention of his peers. "You just have to meet the minimum requirements, which is a D in every class and be able to follow orders like a dog." He sees both John and Claire's eyes widen while Andrew seems to be fuming from his ears.

"You think I give a shit about what you have to say about me, fag?"

"Probably, since you're as red as tomato and look like you're about to blow a fuse."

"If Vernon wasn't here I'd waste you."

"Go ahead and try again. Being in the eyesight of teachers didn't scare you Friday." And with that, the color immediately drains from Andrew's face, his features being filled with guilt instead.

"Oh? Is there some athlete drama I don't know about?" John pipes in, finding himself intrested on the topic at hand.

"Ask Andrew since he's the one who busted up my face."

"I did not!"

"Oh, sorry: Liam, Jeremy, and you busted up my face," he clarifies. Intertwining his fingers, Jordyn places his hands on the desk, biting on the inside of his cheek out of annoyance. "Does that sound better?" he teases, places the fakest smile he could possibly create on his lips.

"Who's the one who got caught with the magazine?"

"Liam put that shit in my locker! That does not mean I'm a faggot." The slur makes his heart skip a beat, leaving a burning sensation in his chest.

"Then why are you sitting with him?" Jordyn gives a quick glance to his left, seeing Brian sitting there with the most confused face he has ever seen on a person.

"W-What about me?" Brian stutters out, pointing to himself.

"Are you a fag too?" Andrew questions him, making something snap in Jordyn.

"Okay, fuck you, Clark!"

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, 'cause you'd be the one taking it like a good little bitch like you do with your dad!"

"FUCK YOU!"

"What's going on?!" The sound of Vernon's voice scares the teens into submission once more, everyone staring down at their desks for a few moments with their lips sealed shut. However, Jordyn doesn't seem to be done insulting his former teammate, as he opens his mouth to speak to John.

"You know, Bender," he starts, gaining his attention, "it wouldn't be hard for you to join wrestling. Hell, you could do prep club too! And student council matter of fact!" he grins fakely, but it falls when he hears the snort come from Andrew.

"They wouldn't take him," he chuckles, gaining an eyeroll from both John and Jordyn.

"I'm hurt," Bender states.

"You know why guys like you knock everything?" Claire questions, getting Jordyn to mumble "This should be stunning" beneath his breath. "It's 'cause you're afraid."

"Oh, you richies are so smart, that's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities!" The sarcasm drips from his words.

"You're a big coward."

"I'm in the math club." Brian's voice gains Jordyn's complete attention, the former athlete shaking his head at the boy. "What?" he whispers.

"Nothin'," he chuckles, intertwining their hands once more, "you're just cute." Roses blossom on Brian's face once more, the nerd shaking his head as he tries to hide the embarrassment on his face.

"I'm in the physics club too," he tells Jordyn, only for it to gain Bender's attention.