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10|| 𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙄𝙓𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉

"Cooper, are you gay?" They both raise their heads from my voice.

"What."

"Are you gay for Wilbur?" I rest my chin on my fist.

Cooper narrows his eyes at me, I meet his gaze steadily.

"Excuse me??" His face scrunches up. Travis is I think pretending to eavesdrop on a conversation happening right next to him. Hes atleast trying to seem like hes not listening.

"You're, like, obsessed with him." I roll my pencil on the table under my finger "you need to tell me something Coopie?" A nickname only Travis is allowed to use, for some unknown reason. (I'm not salty, I understand :,( )

"I dunno, I like it when he gets mad." The intellectual shrugs.

"Are you gay?" Travis finally speaks, it comes out as a squeak. I raise my eyebrows in anticipation.

"Fuck off." Scribble scribble scribble. Cooper is drawing so aggressively that you can hear the pen faintly rub against the paper.

"Mmmmmmmmmm??" I hum expectantly. Travis giggles. I obviously don't think Cooper is a homosexual but it sure is a funny thought, innit?

"Choke on my massive fucking nine inch cock, Schlatt."
"CAP."
"LMAO WANNA SEE?? I AIN'T LYING."
"WHIP IT OUT BRO."

•••

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, I never did end up seeing Coopers nine inch cock but I'm sure its impressive. Alex is currently waiting next to my locker,

"I-I don't, I dont even know. Honestly like- like don't be stupid Rachel! I literally told her the right grammarically thing was STOLEN. Like - using you as an example - Jonathan STOLEN something. And she was like no!" Alex tossed his head to brush his hair out of his eye. He had his arms crossed as he leaned against the locker next to mine, honestly his outfit looked like Tumblr 2009 threw up on him, I think thats very charming. My emo little bean <3
(this is a cry for help.)

"I think its just stole, like, I dunno. I stole something. Stolens in past tense." I stand up from my previously hunched position, now appropriately towering over Alex. He gets up from leaning against the locker ans smiles at me. We begin to navigate through the busy halls.

Alex has been, of recent, insistent when it comes to wanting to hold my hand in public. Especially in school. He says its because he wants everyone to know that I'm his or some other cringy bullshit but I'm hesitant. God, I really don't want to get, like, hatecrimed or something. I don't know why alex is so insistent on taking whatever the fuck we are so-- fast.

I feel the smallest tug on my sleeve, indicating that the shorters latched himself onto me, this doesn't come as a surprise.

"I guess stole is also in past tense, isn't it?" I muse.

He shrugs "Motherfucker I don't know, I'm Spanish."

"Mm." I acknowledge this with a hum.

We separate once we're out the doors. Alex lives in the other direction than I do (luckily) so I never really have to walk home with him.