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“Hey good game last night!” a girl yells from the hallway at me. I smile and nod
“Aye thanks, sugar,” I say back flirtatiously. She giggles at me and some other dude looks at me and rolls his eyes.
“Honestly you’re just a bench warmer. The only reason you played was that Ashton hurt himself” he says, pushing up his glasses while doing so. I roll my eyes. Obviously, I’m a good player.
“You’re just jealous because you can't do what I can,” I say. He walks up to me.
“Eh, I don't find playing with balls with a bunch of other dudes to be too exciting,” he says, smugly. Who does this guy think he is? Walking around like he’s better than me. He pushes up his round glasses again.
“You’re the one all primped and pampered,” I say, putting my finger on his chest.
“Ohh so you think I look good? Thanks then, gay boy” he says, moving my hand away. God this goddamn dork is getting on my nerves.
“Who do you think you are, huh?” I say.
“I’m Corbyn but you seem to wanna call me your little loverboy,” he says, folding his arms across his chest. I push him into a locker and put my hands on both sides of him.
“Ooh- kinky one I see,” he says, pushing up his glasses once again. I scoff. This dork is so stupid. I’m just about ready to punch him in his stupid mouth.
“Shut the fuck up,” I say in an almost growl.
“Why don't ya make me, gay boy” he whispers. The girl that I was talking to now has her phone out and a bunch of people are starting to gather around us.
“Listen here, dork-”
“Ooo a pet name” he cuts me off. I sigh and glare at him.
“I will beat you up for his whole crowd to see, huh? How would you like that?” I say through my teeth.
“Well not really into pain but we could try it out, gay boy,” he says. I remove my hand from the right side of him and punch him in the stomach. He clutches himself and coughs a bit, smiling.
“Get your dick hard yet, gay boy?” he asks, wincing a bit. I punch him in the face and knock off his glasses. He’s now holding his face with one hand while trying to pick up his glasses with the other.
“I'm guessing that’s a no, huh?” he says, grabbing his glasses. I grab his shoulders and push him into the locker again. He winces but still seems to be smiling.
“Gonna take a lot, huh?” he says, biting on the end of his glasses. I start to blush out of embarrassment. He’s making me look weak in front of everyone. God, I hate this stupid nerd.
“Listen here, Corbyn, I'm not gay and you seem like the gay one for thinking I am,” I spat at him. “So you better shut up or I’m going to do so much worse to you”
“Heh, oka, gay boy,” he says, putting back on his glasses. I punch him again in the face, knocking his glasses out once more.
“MR. LASKIN” I hear someone, probably a teacher, yell out. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I see an angry woman, Ms.Hawkins, walking towards us. I let go of Corbyn and look at her.
“Hey, Ms.H, how are you?” I ask cooly. I hear Corbyn mumble something while trying to find his glasses again.
“Don’t play dumb, boy, I can see clearly that Mr.Poirot is injured and there’s a group of people surrounding the both of you” she says, crossing her arms. Corbyn looks at me and smiles smugly.
“Looks like someone’s in trouble~,” he says in a singsong voice.
“You’re also in trouble, Mr.Poirot,” she says bitterly. Corbyn’s smile became and frown and he muttered something under his breath. Ms.Hawkins pulls out a pad of sticky notes and writes on two quickly. She hands the papers to me and Corbyn.
The note reads, “Detention for 3 weeks starting today after school in my classroom”
Ms. Hawkins begins to walk away before stopping and turning around.
“Mr.Laskin please take Corbyn to the nurse,” she says sternly. “Both of you have a good rest of your day, I’ll see you at 3:40”
I stand there and look at Corbyn. God this stupid nerd. I don't even wanna take him to the nurse. He can bleed to death for all I care. Why did he even talk to me? I wasn't talking to his girlfriend or anything. He just probably has a crush on me and shit. Yeah, that’s it. He just doesn’t know how to-
“Hey, gay boy, got a staring problem much?” he says, breaking my train of thought.
“Shut up,” I say, walking towards the nurse. He scoffs and walks with me. We walk for at least a minute before he starts talking again.
“So, gay boy, why were you calling that girl sugar?” he said, looking at his nails. I sigh.
“My name is Kyrie,” I say.
“Eh I like gay boy better,” he says smugly. “Also you ignored my question”
I roll my eyes. I don't wanna talk with him, he’s just gotten on my nerves this whole time we’ve been interacting. He’s such a dumbass too. Like- how can anyone stand him? He probably doesn't have any friends though. I mean who would want to be friends with a dweeb like him. He’s just ew. I mean he dared to say I sucked at football like you are legit a twink and probably have never even played it once in your life how could you critique my playing. Honestly just a huge dick bag.
"Hello! Gay boy! Can ya hear me?" he asks.
“I don't wanna talk with you so I'm just gonna ignore you,” I say.
“Huh? What? You don't wanna hang out with me anymore? Now what a shame, gay boy,” he says, smirking.
“Yeah, you're right, I'll just leave you alone. Go cry yourself to sleep over not having enough friends,” I say, turning my head away from him. His smirk gets wider.
"Oh- woe is me I'm all alone!" he says sarcastically, leaning on me as he puts a hand to his head. I push him away and scoff.
"God, you're so annoying," I say. I stop and see we've reached the nurse but there's a sign on the door.
"Out for break! Be back next week! But if you need anything be free to help yourself," I read out loud. Corbyn frowns.
"Damn we walked all the way here for nothing," he says, pushing up his glasses. I look at him and sigh. He has a bruise forming on his cheek and eye and a little blood coming from his nose and some on his chin and cheek. I should really help him, as in I did the damage but he's been nothing but a bitch. Yet again I could skip out on class helping him.
I sigh and open the door to the clinic. Corbyn looks at me confused.
"Huh- I thought you were heading to your class or something," he says, walking in. I roll my eyes.
"I can skip out on stupid AP history if I help you since it will give me a reason," I say, walking in as well. Corbyn laughs and sits down on a chair.
"I think you just like me a little bit, gay boy," he says. "I mean who wouldn't fall for me," he says, flipping his hair and batting his eyelashes overdramatically. I roll my eyes. He really is a dweeb.
"No, I don't like you at all," I say, picking up some paper towels. He scoffs.
"Why not?" he says, smugly. I glance at him.
"You know why, dumbass," I say, taking the paper towel and wetting it.
"Fair enough, fair enough," he says. I walk over to him and lean down. He looks at me smugly. I groan
"I swear to-"
"Are ya gonna give me a little smooch, gay boy?" he says, cutting me off while puckering up his lips and making a kissing sound. I back away and groan.
"Dipshit, let me wipe some blood off your face," I say angrily.
"Are you helping little old me, for realsies?" he says. I nod and roll my eyes.
"God you are so annoying," I say. I take off his stupid glasses and start getting to work. I wipe the blood off his face and chin, getting it mostly cleaned up.
"Thanks for helping me, you sexy beast," he says, smiling.
"Don't say things like that, you look like a fool," I grumble.
"Wait, do you like the 'sexy beast' or 'gay boy' nickname the best? I personally like 'gay boy' but you seem to be all angry at me-"
"Call me Kyrie, my name," I say. He rolls his eyes.
"I think I'll call you something other than that, gay boy," he says, grabbing his glasses from me and putting them on. He turns to me and smirks.
"Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye, gay boy?" he asks, leaning on me. I shove him off and glare at him.
"No, I'm not gonna kiss you because you're a fucking idiot," I say. He smiles smugly.
"So you are gay?" he asks, leaning back on me. I roll my eyes.
"No, you idiot. I'm straight." I say, pushing him off me once more.
"Sure you are," he says, walking to the door.
"God, you are so annoying," I say. He smiles.
"See ya at 3:40, gay boy," he said exiting the clinic. I roll my eyes at him. This going to be hell.