Boy With the strings ~ Quackbur

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Wilbur wasn't a teachers pet. Quite the opposite actually, always getting into fights and back chatting his teachers. But with his online love and fame, his teachers couldn't help but force themselves to tolerate his behaviour. As usual, he was late to class. He walked in, phone in hand with a vape in his mouth.

It would've usually been a cigarette, but he couldn't get called to the office again this week.

"Mr Gold, your 35 minutes late"

"Sorry." he puffed a cloud of smoke into the air, still eyes glued to his phone.

"Take your seat, and please. Stop fogging up my classroom."

Wilbur usually shared his desk with another girl, whom he'd grown a liking to. Hence his visible upset when she'd been moved, and a random boy sat in her seat.

"You changed the seating plan?"

"Yes. I sat you next to Alex. I thought you two could learn to work well together."

"That's bullshit," Wilbur cursed, rolling his eyes and slumping into his seat.

"Language Mr Gold."

The class continued with their work, to wilbur's distaste.

"I don't like you either." The boy mumbled, and wilbur raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, i don't think we've met?" He chuckled, and leant back in his seat.

The boy shook his head.

Wilbur rested his head in his hands. "Do you have a name? Or are you just nameless?"

"It's Alex."

"Nice to meet you too."

The Rest of the class went by quickly, the only thing wilbur had picked up on was the project, which he and alex had two weeks to complete.

He scooped up his bag at the sound of the bell and patted Alex on the back. "See you tomorrow, nameless!"

"I told you my name was alex!"

"Doubt he's any good with names." Charlie sighed, catching up to his friend who now paced through the halls frustratedly.

"What a dick! I'm starving, where's toby?"

"He said something about his new friend..? Tommy or something like that."

"Great, just me and you today then, Charlie."

"Sure, Q."

The pair walked across the bleachers, noticing the large group of boys that were playing soccer.

"is that-"

"Toby? why's he playing soccer with them?"

Charlie shrugged and pulled out a book from his bag, attempting to read it as they strolled.

"Dude." Alex Muttered. "What are you doing?"

"Reading?"

Alex snatched the book from his friends hand and shoved it in his jacket, making eye contact with one of the jocks as he did so.

Wilbur waved enthusiastically, before yelling a quick, "Are you reading a book on the bleachers?!" and letting out an exaggerated laugh.

The group of boys began pointing and laughing, one of them even bothering to lob a large soccer ball at Alex's head.

He dropped to the floor with a thud, charlie quickly reacting and falling to his knees.

"Q?! Are you okay?!"

Toby was quickly at both of their sides, offering Alex a packet of ice and a warm smile.

Alex rubbed his head and let out an angry sigh. "¡Estúpido! Los goles ahí!"
He took the ice from toby's hand, pressing it against his forehead and standing up.

Wilbur stood next to him, his hand out.

"I don't want your sympathy. ¡Perra!"

"I actually came to get my ball," The brunette smiled. "Tubs, you coming to play?"

"Uhhh.. maybe later, wil."

Alex death stared toby before shoving the ball into wilbur's chest and storming off.

"what's wrong with him?" Wilbur chuckled.

Toby just shrugged. "I'd better go after him. See you later?"

"Yeah, see you later kiddo."

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Alex frowned as the soles of his shoes scraped across the wet concrete, flapping at every step he took.

He'd been meaning to glue them back together again, but it kept slipping his mind. Plus, it only really costed him on days like this.

The lights to the bakery switched off as he stumbled under its shelter, finding some sort of comfort in the rain.

How anyone could ever like the rain, he'd never know. It was so, rainy.

He continued pacing down the street, until he eventually reached his house. He unlatched the door and slammed it closed, instantly taking in the heat of his home and the sweet aroma of his mother's cooking.

"Mama, i'm home!"

"¡Alexia! How was your day, mi chico?" Kaya wrapped her son in a warm embrace, quickly retaliating after realising his coat was wet.

"It was good. Do you need help with food?"

"No mi santo, call your sister down and put your stuff upstairs."

Alex nodded and slipped off his sneakers, before going upstairs and dumping them in his room and hanging his coat on the door.

"Emilía! Come for food!" He called, slumping down the stairs as he heard his little sister come out her room.

The 3 sat down at the table whilst Kaya dished up food.

Alex picked up his phone to see what was buzzing so emphatically in his pocket. It was charlie and toby, sending him stupid lives streams and videos. He looked closer;

"Is that.. Wilbur?"

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