Undead In Training

1

     "Dude, do you do anything other than stare at that girl's tits?" Jorel rolled his eyes at his friend, using his broken pencil to scratch his nickname on his desk.

     "Fuck off, you nerd," Jordan responded with a playful smile on his face. He pulled his eyes away from Tiara, the new girl. "I don't just like girls for their tits. They have to have a nice ass too."

     "Remind me why I talk to you," Jorel said, looking out the window. It seemed like the lunch bell would never ring.

     Jordan hung an arm around Jorel's shoulders. "Because you love me."

     "Gay."

     "See, this is why you're only my side hoe."

     Jorel laughed kind of loudly, earning him a look from Mr. Cain, their math teacher. He gave an obviously fake look of apology back, before turning back to Jordan. In a voice barely above a whisper, he asked, "Wait, who's your main hoe?"

     "George, of course." Jordan looked at Jorel as if he was the dumbest person in the solar system. Which, of course, wouldn't be far off.

     Jorel made an 'o' shape with his mouth. He stifled another laugh, not wanting another day of detention. He pretended to look at his homework for a couple of seconds before stuffing it in his backpack.

     Seconds later, the bell rang. Jorel stood up and waited for Jordan to do the same. Jordan stared at the wall blankly, so Jorel clapped in front of his face, startling him. "Let's go, dumbass," Jorel mocked.

     "You're the dumbass," Jordan responded, getting up.

     Jorel scoffed. "As if."

     "Asshole."

     "Watch the language, boys." Mr. Cain appeared out of nowhere. He had this ugly frown, and his eyebrows were so thick you could barely see his forehead.

     Jordan had that one face where he was about to roast, so Jorel, ever the responsible friend, started dragging him away. He opened the classroom door, 'throwing' Jordan into the hallway. "Will do, Sir," He said, before letting go of the door and unintentionally slamming it shut.

     "Shit!" Still not wanting detention, he grabbed Jordan by his backpack and ran for it. The two of them 'flew' down the hallway, looking like a couple of lost pigeons, until they got to the cafeteria. They got rather judgemental looks from several others once they arrived in their safe haven of gross food and stupid juniors and seniors.

     The two threw their backpacks on the benches of the table their group usually sat at. They went to the main line, as they were already out of hamburgers and there was no way in hell they were eating salads.

     "This is gonna take fucking forever," Jordan complained.

     "Dude shut the hell up and just be patient," Jorel responded. He rolled his eyes at his friend's complaining.

     Jordan looked back over at their table. "But someone's gonna take our table if everyone else takes much longer."

     "We put our bags down, though."

     "So? It's not like the table thieves care."

     Jorel shook his head. "You define stupid." He grabbed a tray, grimacing at the 'chili' the lunch lady slopped onto it haphazardly.

     Jordan did the same, looking disgusted by the mere smell of the goop. "Are you sure this is safe to eat?" He asked, ignoring Jorel's statement.

     Jorel shrugged in his response and typed in his lunch pin. He waited for his friend to do the same before they headed back to their table.

     "See? The table is perfectly safe-" Jorel cut himself off when he saw a kid sitting there, ignoring the rest of the world as he bobbed his head to the music they couldn't hear through his red headphones. "Okay, maybe not."