forum Gay Punk One one One Romance anyone?

Started August 12, 2018 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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Allen sat in his first period English class, staring into space. Damn, he hated school. Teachers, homework, grades, responsibilities, judgment, expectations, and, most of all, his peers. Really, it's not like they even tried to hide what they said. Honestly? He was sure the teachers joined in sometimes too. Sure, he did have a friend, but they moved away last year. He sighed as he saw someone walk through the door. "Wait-"

(what does the "wait" part mean? just wondering)
Milo strolled into class, disregarding the teacher's instructions and sat in the very back of the class, near the kid with the leather jacket and beat up shoes. He glanced at him, looking him over quickly before turning his attention to the front of the classroom. This time, he wasn't even going to attempt to make friends. It all turned out the same no matter where he moved, and he was over it. It didn't matter anyway. With a small sigh, he put his head down and hid his face in him jacket, ready to take a nap. Hopefully this teacher wasn't a dick and wouldn't give Milo a detention for it.

((Idk, just him trying to process a moment))
Allen blinked rapidly a few times, looking over at the boy next to him. Yep, very much a punk. He bit his lip. He wanted to let them sleep, but really, the teacher's mood varied from lax to bitchy, and he felt that today just might be a bitchy day. He wrote a quick note, tossing it over at the new boy when her back was turned.
"Careful, today is one of her bitchy days - A.J."

Milo jumped a little bit when he felt a piece of paper hit his arm. He lifted his head from his desk and read the note. Milo squinted a little bit, confused about who this person was talking about and who had tossed it at him. "Whomst the fuck…?" he said, just loudly enough for a couple of people around him to hear.

He just stared ahead, trying not to get caught. Can't say he didn't try. He let his mind wander, randomly doodling so it looked like he was taking notes. The teacher was walking around as she spoke, to make sure. She had stopped at his desk. "Mr. Jones?" She said sharply. He bit back a sigh. "Yes, ma'am?"

Milo glanced over at the punk looking guy, trying not to stare. He went back to doodling absentmindedly in his notebook, wondering if he should made an attempt at that nap again.

He sighed once she went away after scolding him for not paying attention. "It's literally just English." He muttered spitefully. He rolled his eyes, going back to drawing.

(that sounds good)
The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Milo sighed with relief and stood up to stretch before walking over to his next class, which was right next door to this one. He sat down in the back again, attempting to take another nap.

Allen walked over to his other class, hurrying to plop down in his usual back corner seat.

A few minutes later, the teacher walked up to the front of the class. Milo began to doze off as she talked, only half paying attention to what she said. "Alright class! We're doing a science lab today. I've already picked your partners for you, just to make things easier. Allen, you'll be working with the new kid, Milo, today," she said, gesturing to Milo, who had raised his head off the desk when he heard his name.

He looked up, nodding. At least it wasn't one of the football team… again. He looked over at the other, giving a quick wave.

Milo looked over and hesitantly waved back. The teacher finished assigning partners. "Alright class, get to work!" She said, too cheerfully for Milo. He rolled his eyes and switched desks to be closer to Allen.

"Uh… hey." He said awkwardly, flipping open his book.

"Hey," Milo said, staring at his book blankly. "I wasn't paying attention and I'm new here, so I have no idea what the fuck we're doing," he admitted.

"Me neither." He said, shrugging. "Meaning we gotta just do some academic-level bullshit." He started reading over the pages, trying to at least figure out the assignment.

Milo sighed and put his head down, mumbling into the sleeve of his jacket. "When is this due again?"

"Tomorrow." He said, still reading.