Lie To Me [boyxboy]

Lie To Me {2}

                “Gah! I hate him!” I cried as the bell exploded, announcing that the lunch period was officially over and it was time to get our lazy asses back to an actual class.

                “Calm down Shailer,” Chelsea said with a frown. “How can I calm down when that attention whore talks to me like he knows me? You know what he did, Chelsea!” I snapped. She raised her hands defensively.

                “Hey, I know. Calm down. Clyde and I are on your side, Shailer. We know,” she said gently and I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “Sorry,” I grumbled and adjusted my bag into a more comfortable position.

                I began to walk down the hallway and Clyde and Chelsea followed me. “I just want to punch him and break his sorry face,” I said with a sigh. “You’re time will come, young one,” Clyde said and pat me sympathetically on the back.

                “Ah shit! I’m pissed off and I have Spanish class now,” I groaned. “Hey, I have to suffer in hell with you,” Clyde pointed out miserably. “Have fun bitches,” Chelsea said with a wink, waving at us and turning down the science hallway.

                Clyde and I walked down to the Spanish room and sat down in our seats next to each other. “Take out your homework clase!” the teacher called, clapping her hands together. “Tarea! Tarea!”

                “Shit! Did you do your homework?” Clyde whispered to me. “Nope,” I whispered back and pulled out my incomplete homework paper. The teacher began to call on kids to put answers up on the board, and Clyde and I used our super secret ninja technique to avoid being called on. Translation = ducking down in your seat and pretending you’re going over your answers.

                Shit works 60% of the time, every time.

                Except today was not part of that 60% of the time.

                “Shailer! Do numbers 10 through 15,” she commanded. I mentally groaned. “I, uh, didn’t do it,” I said, giving her a charming smile. She glared at me. “No class participation for you today, Mr. Murphy,” she said simply and went on to the next student.

                I pouted as Clyde silently laughed. “Why does she always call on me? Crazy bitch,” I whined and crumpled up the blank homework sheet. I tossed it into the garbage can and grinned. “Could’ve put that in the recycle bin,” I said smugly. “Watch out; we got a badass over here,” Clyde cried, raising his hands and scooting his chair away from me.

                “Don’t you bro bro bro your boat away from me Broseph Stalin,” I cried, glaring at him. He sighed. “Damn. You know my true identity. I am at your bidding, kind master,” he said and gave a wide bow before scooting his chair back over to me.

                I pulled out my pencil and began to doodle on my notebook as kids wrote the homework answers on the board. I hated Spanish class. Bitch, you’re in America. Speak English.

                “Well Tattle said it, so it’s obviously true.”

                I straightened up a little in my seat and whipped around to glare at the girls talking behind me and Clyde. They were giggling and looking at a text message together. They both looked up at me and glared. “What do you want, fag?” one of them asked.

                “Just because Tattle said it, it doesn’t mean it’s true,” I said coldly. The girl smirked at me and laughed. “Oh please. You know what he says is true,” she said, her mean smirk growing wider. I shrugged. “Not everything he says is true, and the things he says rarely involve the people he says them to. So if it’s none of your business, just shut your fat mouth bitch,” I said simply and turned around as she moved her hand to flip me off.