Your Big Bad Secret

Chapter 3: My bisexual buddy

The next day, halfway through homeroom, some guy just waltzed in. I was trying to catch up on some sleep when I heard the murmurings of the class. Sensing a problem, my eyes snapped open. There was a guy talking to the teacher, his back to the rest of the class. When he turned around, I saw him for the first time. And he looked like a mother fucking gangster. He looked seriously cool, especially with his own set of dog tags. The guy got style, I’m feeling impressed already. I reckoned that the guy would know where his loyalties would stand, with me and the boys. All the girls sighed when they saw him. He had carelessly cut, near emo style hazel-brown hair with red tips and bright blue bangs. I could easily tell that he worked out. His muscles were nicely cut and his abs were totally visible through his tight tee shirt.

“I’m Sean. I’m bored. And this place sucks like hell. Any questions?”

I nearly laughed, this guy had attitude. Totally cool.

The biggest slut in the room put a finger to her bottom lip, sucking it gently, leaning back on her chair. “Are you single?”

He took one look at her and his mouth turned up into a half smirk. “Yeah. But I’m not interested. So go and find someone else’s dick to suck.”

Oh yeah, that’s one point for him. This time Leap burst out laughing, unable to control his laughter any longer. Sean gave one glance at him and continued to scan the room. This time, a shy girl put her hand up. “What was your old school?”

The room fell quiet. This was the ultimate question that decided your status here. If you went to a stupid school, you were with the nerd and weirdo’s and outcasts. Cool school and it was possible for you to be with me. Home schooled and your school days here would be a living hell.

“Creston High. I got kicked out.”

Yep, I was impressed, believe it or not. It wasn’t often that I was impressed with a guy enough to let him join with me and the boys. His good looks and bad ass attitude was wicked cool. Oh yeah, definitely bad boy material.

Now, why I was majorly impressed with the new guy. Creston High was the school for the…say, elites. Super rich with super status and you were in. Now, most of the students from Creston High School were punks and were from gangs. Getting in was hard unless you had the money, getting kicked out…was even harder. Murder was basically the highest that you could go before you were gone. Shooting, stabbing, etc, things like that. CHS was a really popular school.

I gave the room a scan and saw that the nerdy freak in our class wasn’t here, neither was Vee. But when I stepped out the door, I saw her retreating back walking up the hall to F9, the physics classroom. She skipped homeroom. I got my books and walked to physics with Xander, the others trailing slowly behind us. Halfway there, I saw Sean strolling along the hall to physics also, his books under one arm.

“Hey! Yo, Sean!”

He turned around and waited for us to catch up with him. “What?”

“I’m Ray.”

“Great.”

“Nice one back there with the whore.”

“No problem.”

“What’s your dog tag say?”

“Which one?”

“Both.”

“The Panthers. And Sean. A.”

“Oh.”

By them, we had reached the classroom, but we were late. As Sean reached up to open the door, I saw the tattoo of a cat or something similar on it. I had a vague thought that it would be a panther, for obvious reasons. He strolled in without as much as an apology to the much chagrined teacher. I grinned. He was definitely my kind of guy.

I walked in and sat down near the back. He didn’t follow me but instead sat in the empty seat on Vee’s left. I frowned slightly but let it drop, thinking that it was just because of her looks and her bust, seemingly even better than the last time I saw her. She was wearing black, skinny leg jeans with volleys. Her top was a dark blood red color that went fabulously well with her curves, following them easily but never tighter than that. Her hair up in a messy ponytail, two of the green streaks in her hair spread out, making it look like she had highlights. The third of the three streaks of green was out of the ponytail, hanging on the side of her face. I looked around and saw a few guys eyeing her and I nearly growled. I stopped myself just in time. What the fuck would I be angry at…it wasn’t like I felt something for her…no of course not, why would I…

I looked over at Vee and Sean. They were talking and laughing softly while the teacher went on and on with her lecture. Sean was leaning over towards her, a smile on his face. When the bell rang for the end of first period, Vee walked out with Sean next to her, holding both of their books under one arm while the other was slung across her shoulder. They were laughing and talking as they walked out.

The same thing happened all the way through to lunch. I caught up with him when he was at his locker, putting away his books. “Hey, Sean.”

He looked up. “Hey.”

I leaned against his locker. “So, how’s your first day going?”

“It’s alright.”

“So, um, how do you know Vee?” I asked casually.

“Huh? We’re not going out or anything, if that’s what you wanted to know. Why?”

I nodded, feeling relieved. Wait, I DON’T like Vee Anthony! “Nothing. You wouldn’t want to piss her off though, especially if you can’t handle her.”

“I know. What’d she do?”

I had frowned when he said that he knew but brushed it off. “She bashed one of the jocks for feeling her up.”

He frowned. “Who was it?”

“Uh, part of the football team, name’s Raynor. Why?”

“I’m gonna bash the bastard!” He growled. He walked off to the cafeteria before I could open my mouth. Why would he pick a fight for someone that he only knew for one day? Hmmm, interesting. Shrugging, I followed him. But before he could walk in, Vee joined him. Instead, he went with her to the lunch line for pizza. I stared at them for a moment before I walked to my table, the popular table. I saw Jimmy there and decided not to tell him. The dick deserved to be thumped for feeling up Vee, my Vee. Wait, I DON’T care...I don’t…I don’t, I don’t, I don’t! Sighing, I took Xander’s crisps before someone flopped onto the seat beside to me.

“Hiya Ray! Still working on those muscles that I so want to taste?”

I groaned. “Hey Will.” He grinned and winked suggestively. I glared. “Shut up Will.”

He pouted. I glared again. He patted my arm comfortably. More like he felt my arm. I raised my hand and pushed his head onto the table. He yelped. I felt immensely satisfied. Everyone laughed. William was apart of my close circle of friends. Will was open with his sexual preference, opting to be bisexual. With his laid back personality and unique sense of humor, he was a close friend of mine and the guys…after we had made it perfectly clear that we had no intentions whatsoever of returning his lewd suggestions.

“What have I told you about touching me, Will?”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Then why were you touching me?!”

“I wasn’t touching you! I was merely comforting you from whatever problem you had!”

“You were feeling up my fucking bicep!”

“Alright, alright, I was touching you. But your muscles feel so nice!”

“I’m this close to introducing you to my foot.”

“Nah, I’d rather girls or guys…or you.”

“How about my fist then?”

“I’ll stop now.”

I left the table to loud rounds of laughter from Leap. I knew that if I had turned around just then, I would have seen him rolling around the floor laughing his head off. I was tempted to turn around and punch Will in the gut a few times. But the end of lunch bell rang so I couldn’t. I left for math’s fuming. All thoughts of Vee gone, to be replaced with images of me strangling Will instead.

Ah, the wonders of having William Carter as a friend.

Absolutely wonderful…

A/N: Do you like this chapter? I think it’s alright. Not great, but not too bad either. Ah wells, please review all people who read this!

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