"YOU MUST BE FUCKING WITH ME right now!" Kara's scream of excitement bounces into the sea of a whole new cacophony different from the hallways.
I'm totes sure I'm too gay to do that.
A school's cafeteria. A.k.a the place where most of the drama that makes highschool the hellhole it is unfolds — after Saturday night parties of course. The absurd, typical seat arrangement is what angers Alejandro even more. There are the Adams and Eves of the school, apparently hot, stereotypically dumb and painfully vicious; the jocks and cheerleaders. The Cains and Abels are quite different in their own part, they are all glasses and piercings, books and guitars. Then the rest of the tree transpires. Curse who cursed highschool!
"Kara, language." Nolan hushes the hysterical brunet, his face brimming with irritation as he narrows his eerie hazel eyes at the brunet but his dirty look are futile. Kara Carson is the cliche chimera of an android, a fangirl, and a zombie.
"Be serious. Is it the same Grayson we are talking about here?" She inquires with twinkling, excited eyes that she almost trips with her tray over.
"How many Graysons do you know, stalkerina?" Nolan mutters again. He sits miles away from Al and Kara while on the same table, as usual. Ridden with excessive angst, Nolan resents the human race and himself. He retrieves his iPad from his sling bag and dives into his real best friend, Wattpad.
"Like the hottest, baddest boy of Crescent High carried you in those heavenly biceps of his and rushed you to the infirmary after you fainted in his arms?" Clearly, she holds her breath like a fart of death lurks around us and spills like a gossiping Donald Duck.
"Dur. Are you even worried about my health or the fact that I totally humiliated myself in front of the whole class on my second week at this school, including him?" Al questions, more amused than hurt.
"To be honest, I don't even know." She tends to her forehead with the tip of her three long fingers. "Although I bet it would have been more than embarrassing."
"Gee thanks." Al rolls his eyes and pops in a ketchupped chicken nugget. Curse you, diabetes!
"The thing concerning me though is that he's not usually that nice. Maybe who knows, it was due to the situation, I don't know. Still it's rare."
"Is that a good thing?" Al asks, unwrapping his beloved chicken burger. He could feel his savage mouth water at the sight of the tasty, greasy, unhealthy goodness. He lives for this shitpie.
"Of course!" Kara shoves his arm lightly and winks. "You were blessed by the gods."
"Didn't ask them for shit." The only thing Al thinks is special about Grayson is the juju he withholds towards the pitiful souls of Crescent High. His head is basically an empty flower vase that has managed to sprout platinum blond elephant grass.
"Layla will be so mad like right now."
"Andcheoi who'sh cthat?" Al voices with a mouthful of gross grease, chicken slices, hot buns, fresh lettuce maybe tomatoes? He doesn't care. What matters is the real deal. And that his vampiric soul needs its blood, which is anything chicken-ish.
"Ugh." Nolan hisses in utter disgust, his face still glued down the tablet's screen like his life depends on it.
"You don't know?"
"Dur." Al shrugs. "And why would I ask if I know already, Susan Test?"
Kara frowns, she knows it's basically pulling a nursing mother lioness' tail if she dares to retort. So she swallows down her bitter fate and rambles on.
"Layla Barnes is the queen bitch with a capital B of this school and also Grayson's ever so clingy girlfriend. I'm surprised you don't know her yet."
"So cliché." Al notes indifferently. He hates cliches. He wishes his life isn't a cliche Wattpad story.
"And dangerous."
"Still cliché."
"Oh trust me, you ain't seen nothing yet. She'll slit your dickhole till it turns to a tubular vagina when she gets to hear Grayson carried you princess-style to the infirmary. Maybe even worse when more insane rumors emerge."
"Oh my god, that's so awful. I'm so scared." Alejandro gasps, placing a palm on his chest. His sarcasm sets the whole table ablaze like hell fire.
"She's not going to slit anyone's dickhole, Kara Drama."
"Nolan please, will you just shut the fuck up with the nauseating names." Alejandro has had enough. "First, it's stalkerina, now it's Kara Dra — what the fuck. It isn't even funny."
Nolan merely glances at the furious ginger. He sips his orange juice with prudence of mocking intentions and his eyes bounce off the grimy walls like a ooooh, triggered! meme.
"She doesn't like anyone touching her boy, the boy who is still going to leave her any sooner. That's just who he is."
"He's not even that cute. I don't just understand this world's mentality. Remind me again why I hate all homo sapiens." Nolan sighs, momentarily retiring from his app.
"Nolan, you're just jealous he gets the ladies and you get the scabies."
Nolan whoops in shock. "How dare you bring that matter into daylight!"
And the daily bickering between them begins. Al has surprisingly gotten used to these two for the past two weeks now. He met Kara Carson during gym class — the dodgeball class, and she is the only one who knows it's Al's doing. He still remembers vividly how she chided the daylight and dawn out of him. Nolan Michelle, on the other hand, is just living three blocks away from his house and they've gotten inseparable during this short period of time.
Alejandro shakes his head in disapproval and advances for another bite of his lunch when he hears someone call his name from behind with a voice as dreamy as the owner. The table quiets down immediately as the mortal american Dionysus greets Kara and Nolan.
"Mind if I sit?" He asks, Kara nods.
He wasn't even talking to you!
There it goes again. Al's weakness, the attention, the crowd.
"Hi." Bye.
Grayson has the dark blue Crescent football sweatshirt on him. Tight black jeans cloths his long, slender legs. His hair is gelled backwards and Al doesn't take quite long to notice the lipstick smudge on his face.
"How are you feeling now?" Grayson questions with a smile and undeniably an iota of concern on his face. Or was it just Al?
Nevertheless, Al feels irritated. He's never going to live through another session of his busybodyism. What is Grayson's damn problem about him. He just helped Al to the sick bay. Thanks and all but the victim isn't aware of the reason for all this bullshit. As much as he wants to preach his mind to Grayson, he knows that will be way too much. But then again, when has his mouth ever been too small?
"Good, thank you." Now it's time to leave. Al just wants him to vanish his ass and thick cologne that smells like sweetish ammonia bottled up for eons.
"Well I better get going. I can't be late to class again. All teachers have me under their eagle eye." He grins at Al, the corner of his wrinkling like Al's chinos pants. "It was nice seeing you again, Al." With the another smile on his face, he pats Alejandro's shoulder.
"See ya around." Yeah, around Neverland. Grayson says before nodding to acknowledge Kara who is probably, most likely blanched within and Nolan who apparently doesn't care about anything other than himself, whatever-he-was-reading and himself.
Alejandro swears he'll avoid Grayson for the rest of his life. The blonde is like a spotlight magnet who Al will never want to hang out with any day. Ever since the fainting day — he likes to put it that way — he's been receiving awkward stares from almost everyone.
He never fails to catch the wink Grayson shoots him. Wink one more time and I promise you it will be permanent.
"Someone is kinda extra salty this beautiful afternoon." Kara eyes the ginger with pity before she lets out a squeal that sounded like a fork being dragged across a ceramic plate. "Omigosh. That was Grayson! Freaking Grayson Jackson."
"Michael Jackson? You don't say."
"And that dude shouldn't even bother to hit on you. I mean, come on bro you ain't a filthy fag." Nolan spits out of the blue in disdain as he shuffles his colossal books into his bag.
And that is why Al cautions Kara. Nolan is the true meaning of homophobia as Donald Trump and if he ever knows about Al being a walking rainbow, he may burn him dead on a stake. Al coyly confirmed this by bringing up the topic once last week. Nolan flipped out, ranting furiously about exorcising the gay out of them.
Al swallows down a thick lump forming in his throat. "Hehe, yeah right?"
"Raven has gotten into trouble again." Nolan glumly hangs his bag and stands up from his seat. "And don't let no fag bother you again cos Imma pulverize a unicorn."
"Again with the unfunny bullshit." They laugh — well Nolan laughs while Alejandro lies. If anyone hates Al so much — that will be 99.7% of Earth's population — and is granted a free wish that moment, it will be Nolan to perceive Al's fakeness. He is still staring at Nolan's back as he exits the cafeteria, deep in his pool of thoughts before Kara rescues him from drowning.
"Al. You gotta tell him" She says, crossed and worried.
"I don't think that's a good idea. . ."
"But you shouldn't keep it from him for too long. He's your friend, too."
"When I'm ready, I will. But for now, I'll pass. I don't wanna get burnt alive by a friend."
"I just hope he doesn't find out himself because once he does, I'll be unable to fix the mess." She gives Alejandro a sympathetic smile and dashes off to a answer a call.
A sigh escapes Alejandro's mouth before the juice straw invades.
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