Alex

It was currently Wednesday, and Patrick and I were sat in AP Math side by side chatting quietly as we had already finished the worksheet we were given. We sit furthest away from Mr Miller's desk, right at the back of the room in the corner, it was great because we got a nice view out of the huge window next to us, and also we were positioned far away from any possible parent spies.
Patrick had already spent the whole of first period, English, gushing over how amazing Elisa was and about a few more of the dates they had went on. Don't get me wrong, I was happy for my best friend, but also insanely jealous. He got to see her whenever he wanted and with his parents approval, whereas I might as well be on house arrest.

"What are you doing after school?" He asked, putting his supplies in his bag as class was soon to be over.

I shrugged, "Nothing, as per usual."

"I thought you always went out on a Wednesday?" He lofted a brow.

"I usually went to the boys' band practice....can't exactly do that any more..." I sighed defeated throwing my own things into my bag.

"Do you want that alibi?" He offered as he pulled his hat a little bit lower.

"Nah, thanks though," I smiled, "I need something a little more permanent."

"Like what, getting a fake job?" He chuckled quietly to not catch the teacher's attention.

I laughed quietly back and shook my head, "That would be great until my mom realises I never get paid."

"What about," he paused, biting his lip in thought, "How about a fake voluntary job?"

Just then, the bell rang, letting me know that I now had PhysEd next. The room was then filled with the sound of scraping chairs a everyone bolted out of the door, happy to get away from algebra. Patrick and I slowly made our way to the door, being the last ones out, as always.

"That's a good idea," I sighed again, "But she'd probably want to join in, so that's a no go..."

At that moment, as we we halfway down the corridor, Mr Miller called out my name and beckoned me over. I quickly told Patrick to have a good day without me and that I'd see him tomorrow before walking back cautiously to the classroom.

"Ah, Alex!"

"Yes sir?" I asked, looking behind me in an attempt to say I have to go to class.

"Your trial was last week, why didn't you come?" He said with a fake jutted out lip as he crossed his arms over his chest, making himself look much like a toddler who was about to throw a tantrum.

"....trial?"

"Yes a trial, you know...mathletes."

BINGO. There's my alibi.

"Sounds great sir, send me a latter home about details and stuff and I'll read it over," I smiled, slowly walking backwards towards the gym.

"Alrighty!" He beamed, jogging after me and then putting his balled up hand out, "Fist me!"

I instantly widened my eyes and gulped, "You don't need to say that when you have your fist out, sir-"

"C'mon Alex, pound me!" He grinned, obviously not hearing the words coming out of his mouth.

I stared at him in shock and disbelief as I started to back away slowly.

"Yeah Gayskarth, pound him!"

I peered over Mr Miller's shoulder to spot my favourite person in the world. Said teacher swivelled around too and saw the culprit, "Jon Hawksley, we don't accept homophobia at this school."

Jon carried on walking towards us and stood next to me, looping our arms together with a sinister smile tugging at his lips. "Oh no sir, Alex knows I'm joking, don't you?" He asked, now looking directly into my eyes, his smile growing. In fear of what he would possibly do if I didn't go along with it, I nodded and forced my own smile. "See sir!" Jon sang smugly.

"Well," Mr Miller looked between the two of us skeptically, "I won't keep you any longer, off to class please, boys." And with that, Jon dragged me off to gym, our arms still linked.

Notes

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