Our Little Thing

Heated

"How did he get in this advanced math class?" Anthony whispered, looking at me with a small smile on his face. "He can barely plug in a simple equation."

"Shush," I whispered back poking his hand with my pen.

The boy that was standing in front of the class turned around and I saw the annoyance written on his face. "Yo, what the hell you just say?" he yelled looking at me. I looked up at him and I accidentally let a snicker past my lips which only made the situation worst.

"He ain't say shit, I said something," Anthony said closing his notebook and standing up.

"You some tough guy but you over there whispering and shit—"

"Because I knew either way you weren't gonna do shit about it, nigga." His fist were balled up ready to fight and I knew Anthony wasn't going to let the situation go so the only resolution would be for them to go at it.

"Anthony, sit down," I said grabbing his arm. I was annoyed not only with the teacher who was just staring at them but with my classmates because they already had their phones out.

"You know where I stay," he said taking a seat. "If you trying to catch these shits, you let me know." Just like that the argument was over and the boy was back facing the board trying to figure out the problem. "Nah, fuck it," Anthony said throwing the pen at the back of the boy's head. There were a few gasps from the around the classroom and before I knew it Anthony was already out of his seat making his way over to the boy.

"Chill," the boy said backing up a little.

"No, you with the shits, so shoot 'em," he said pulling his pants up. The boy, who I think everyone called Tae, was tall and skinny and it didn't look like he could hurt anyone with his punches. I realized sooner or later someone was going to throw the first punch and I knew for a fact it would be Anthony. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He turned around and made his way out of the classroom leaving us in silence.

"Can I go to the restroom?" I asked with my hand raised. It took a minute for the teacher to realize she had more students to tend to other than the two that were just about to fight. She gave me a small nod and I packed up my things, along with Anthony's and rushed out behind him. "Yo, Anthony," I yelled, catching up to him.

"Yeah?" He said with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I didn't hide the sound of disgust as I snatched it from his mouth and pushed it into my pocket. It was one of his bad habits he inherited from his father, they both had some dangerous tempers and they usually calmed it down over a couple of those shit-sticks. "I need that," he said reaching into my pocket.

"No," I said avoiding his hand. "And take yo shit." He snatched the bag out of my hand and let out an exaggerated sigh.

"You walked out behind me?"

"I'm here, right?"

"Man, you ain't fooling nobody, you know damn well you asked to go to the bathroom," he said playfully shoving me. "That dumb bitch needs to get fired for not doing her job. I coulda whooped all through his ass and she woulda just sat there watching like everybody else."

"I thought you were going to hit him," I said rushing to walk next to him again. "Why didn't you?"

"Man, I had that nigga shaking in his fake ass J's," he said laughing. "You wanna go to my place?"

"We got four more periods left fool," I said laughing. "You can't wait?"

"Bruh, we can go," he said dramatically throwing both his arms in the direction of the exit. "Can you please drop the good kid act for just a day."

"It's an act?" I asked faking a hurt voice.

"I got that new Madden," he said thinking he was getting somewhere. "Got some of those donuts you like."

"Trying to bribe my fat ass with some donuts," I mumbled.

"For real though," he said running his hands up his shirt. My eyes dropped straight down as soon as he looked away and I saw that satisfying bulge I loved looking at. I knew for a fact he had a monster and I just wanted to know when I would be able to actually feel it. "Bro you coming or what."

"Yeah," I said pushing my hands into my pockets.

* * * * *

"Alright, you suck at this game bro," Anthony finally said falling back on the bed. Maybe I'd be better if he wasn't pushing my shoulder every time he caught the advantage. 

"When was I ever good at sports games?" I asked falling back next to him. "When does your dad get in?"

"Around eight," he said, "why you trippin'?"

"I was just asking," I said getting up from the bed. "I'll be right back." I didn't like Anthony's father but I never told him about it. Whenever I was around him he always gave me looks of disgust or sometimes he would openly ignore my questions if I was talking to him. His mom, on the other hand, was okay, I guess. I didn't get to see her very often due to her now being housed in a rehab for constant drug abuse, but when I did see her it was always somewhat weird. I made my way into the bathroom and locked it behind me, I really wanted to leave now. Nothing against Anthony, I just hated being around him for too long knowing I had a crush on him. I started moving towards the toilet and I saw a piece of clothing thrown in the corner as if it was forgotten about. I sat on the toilet and picked them up looking to see who's they were.

 I figured they were Anthony's because of the size, his dad was a heavy guy so I knew damn well he couldn't fit in these. I ran the fabric through my fingers thinking about all the dick Anthony put into these boxers. It wasn't long before I felt my erection pressing against my basketball shorts and I couldn't help but squeeze it through the mesh material. I felt the strong need to lift the underwear up to my face and just have one sniff, just one. I felt my hand start moving on its own as it made it's up to my face. I thought about the time I saw Anthony naked by accident and my other hand instantly forced its way into my shorts. It was only from behind but that was enough to keep the image burned in my head for the longest. His perfect shoulder blades, strong back, and thick thighs almost made me nut just from looking.

"Nigga, I hope you ain't about to clog my shit up," he yelling while banging on the door. I quickly pulled my hand out of my shorts and threw the underwear back into the corner where I got them from. I got up from the toilet and ran the water under my hands hoping my erection would go away by the time I had to open the door up.

"I was just taking a leak," I said opening the door up. "You always rushing me."

"Goddamn, you pissing waterfalls?" He asked walking into the bathroom. I didn't answer and I walked back into his room and took a seat on the bed. 

"I'm gonna head out," I yelled at him through the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Aye, hold up," he yelled back, "I gotta get something so I'll walk you home." I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my bag off the floor making my way to the front door. Anthony came out shortly after tucking some money into his pocket. "I need that bud," he laughed, closing the door behind us.

"Yeah, of course," I whispered looking out into the street.