Note: It's back after a stupidly long wait. I wrote this chapter ages ago, really. I just didn't have chance to submit it. You know the drill, read, review and wait for the next installment. You'll notice I changed the title too if you really pay attention to that kind of thing. It's now 'Bitchy Gays' and not 'Bitchy Guys'. I thought it added to the humour. x)

I felt a lot more content than normal. That is to say, there didn't seem as much tension between my bitchy friends as there normally was. It wouldn't last, the air was to be thick with arguement. I had a feeling it would be a small misunderstanding, the source might possibly be Aaron, hence his already bad mood. You might wonder how I know this, but trust, I've dealt with the same shit for years. You might also wonder what it was between these three that made my social life a living nightmare.

Kristian and Timothy had known each other for a few years and grown up with a sort of rivalry between them. Kristian was an extremely competative person, and Timothy's outragious style and sense of humour seemed to shun Kristian's 'spotlight of gorgeousness', so to speak. They had a rather forced love-hate realtionship and sometimes they would get on like a house on fire, and other times, you could class it as a full scale war, save the firearms and violence. Timothy had always thought Kristian was too far up his own arse and told lies more often than he was truthful, and Kristian always thought Timothy was an attention seeking good-for-nothing waste of space. Lovely, right?

They didn't speak to each other much if they had the choice and would probably choose the other as last resort for company. When they got on well, they were inseperable and always shared secrets and gossip and latest crushes, et cetera et cetera; this would often backfire on Timothy when the pair fell out, as Kristian was reknowned for spreading rumours and spilling the beans. On the other hand, Timothy always had to go one step better than Kristian, just to get on his nerves. Oh joy.

I was the one that always had to put myself out to cool down the heated situation. I'd have them both come bitching to me about the other and I always had to sort it out. It was always the same story. Tim said this, Kris said that, Tim did this, blah blah blah; my ears hurt. Throw Aaron into the mix, and things became even more complicated.

Kristian always looked down on Aaron. Quiet though he was usually, Aaron could be extremely harsh with his words at times and when Kristian treated Aaron like he wasn't worthy of his presence, Aaron would more often than not storm off or sulk. But at other times, would do something extremely malicious and out of character. Aaron fell in love easily and Kristian despised this notion that Aaron thought he would have a chance with anybody. Aaron knew this, and his self confidence suffered because of it. Kris never cared; as long as he could feel like the winner, he was content. Yes, Kristian was a complete and utter...git.

Aaron and Timothy get on just as well. Aaron couldn't stand the likes of anything that will make anybody stand out of the crowd as much as Timothy could, and Timothy loathed the fact that Aaron was so reserved in his ways. If I'm honest, Timothy was a total flirt and won't hold back if he wants to let somebody know he is interested in them. Aaron? On the contrary. If anybody were to accuse Aaron of liking somebody, whether true or not, he would get extremely defensive and spend hours trying to disprove the theory. Aaron's distaste for Timothy's...habits, as it were, meant that conversation was thin with them as they had no similar interest, except one, but I'll share more about that later.

As for me? I was pretty much the only thing they had in common. They were all my best friends, and spending time with me would mean spending time with the other two. I was seen as Timothy's, Kristian's and Aaron's best friend and balancing the role between three forced friends was difficult, if nearing impossible. I couldn't have one over to my house without the other two getting offended, nor could I stand the three of them in my company after school as well as during. It was a lose-lose situation, so the only way to keep peace, as well as my own sanity, was to stay detached from them in my leisure time. Not only for the reason that they didn't get on, but also because they could be a complete embarassment. No wonder girls avoided me, they must think I am just as strange as the three bitches.

The only other thing that they had in common was the fact that there were all gay. It wasn't hard to guess, and the only that attempted to hide it, was Aaron.

I didn't find it a comforting thought in the slightest. I had nothing wrong with their preferences, it was just the fact that I had been the reason for many heated arguements before. I'll let your imagination do the rest as those are times I would like to forget. Kristian never seemed to have crushes; he saw himself as the one people should chase after, not the other way round. Aaron had liked the same boy for almost two years, yet never spoken to him, and Timothy had been round the block so many times before that I had given up trying to take any interest in his love life, as I'd end up getting myself tied in a mental knots.

The bell clanged and I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. I walked in the middle of Kris and Tim, whilst Aaron followed behind watching his feet. I felt sorry for him a lot of the time. He was pitifully shy, if not a bit of a loner at times. I looked back at him and he had his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his chin almost to his chest and his shoulders raised nearly up to his ears. I received a sharp nudge in the ribs from a bony elbow and mentally cursed Timothy. I lifted my head and he grinned at me, his rounded eyes lighting up in joy.

"Lookie who it is!" he said loudly as one of the older students glided past us. I grunted and the other two looked back towards Aaron whose face was beet red.

"What's up Aaron? Have we embarassed you?" Kristian jeered with a sly grin spreading across his lips. Aaron's hands deleved even deeper into the pockets of his black trousers as the older student passed him. I gritted my teeth and Timothy and Kristian, the gits, hooted with laugher.

The student that had passed us was a huge idol in our school. He was tall, slim and unfortunately for every other boy in the school, handsome. His complexion was one to envy; his skin was a healthy tan, his eyes were a mysterious dark brown and his windswept mousy-brown hair gave him an air of adventure. I, along with so many other boys, was slighty jealous of his looks as he had hundreds of admirers, including Aaron. Aaron had never spoken to the boy, yet had an image in his head that there would be somethng between them one day. I hated to tell him this and never did; 'not a fucking chance'. Cassius was a definate lady's man and he wouldn't have it any other way.

I never liked him much anyway. I mean, what's with the name? We're not Romans, we're Brits.

I turned back to Aaron and mouthed 'ignore them' to him, but I doubt he took much notice of my advice. This was a daily ritual.

The four of us turned into class registration and I sat down with Aaron by the far window. Kristian checked his reflection, again, and Timothy sat crossed legged on our table, striking his usual pose. I pulled out a pen and chewed on the end of it.

"What's the pen for?" Aaron mumbled at me. He asked me this every time I did it. I had an awful compulsion to chew things and at the moment, I was out of chewing gum.

"Just chewing," I explained in my usual blank fashion.

Our tutor came in with his arms full of files and paper. Mr. Milton was a nice man. He was young and extremely intelligent. He would never be seen without his reading glasses perched on his nose. They made him look about five years older, even though he was only twenty three. His hair was a natural pale golden blonde and his gentle eyes were a piercing blue, making them the main feature of his slender face.

My hair was naturally the same colour as his, although mine was covered up with a fading chocolate brown. My eyes? That same peircing blue. Mr. Milton was an older version of myself, but three times as smart. Timothy gave our tutor a glance and I saw his deep brown eyes flicker over Mr. Milton's tall frame. He had always had a thing for my older brother.

Now that we were all present, the day would really begin. It was always nice to be surrounded by my friends, but even nicer if they just got along. My brother smiled over too me and I gave him a weak smile back. I was so embarassed now that Tmothy was waving at him. He waved back uneasily and began calling the register.

Give it a few hours and the peace would be shattered.