Alex Templeton. He wasn't just the tallest dude at Westward, he was the richest. His overbearing confidence and large ego was fueled by being smarter than his peers. This, in turn, helped to give him his title of being a 'nerd', when he fitted the 'bad boy' trope more.

Well, that and those fucking glasses - One of his few 'nerd-like' features. Even though they were dropped a while back(for the most part),the title never left.

Now back to our protagonist: Dave is fidgeting in his seat. It was almost noon and he eagerly awaited the sound of the lunch bell. He just wanted to stuff his face and forget about the events of last night

His mind recalls when he scrolled through Alex's Instagram, and he chose to ignore the memory of the second boner he had to get rid of.

A groan escaped his lips as he walked out of his class, a few minutes earlier. 'Can't learn on an empty stomach anyway', he reasoned as he headed towards the lunch room. He remembered his friend, and decided he was either in the locker room or the classroom nearby.

He really should have gone to the locker room.

He opened the door but before he could say "Jor-", his hazel eyes fell upon the sight of a passionate lip lock session between Alex Templeton and Christian Evergreen. Alex's hands ran over the twink's smaller body roughly, pushing him further on the desk. Christian was very compliant, even assisting to remove Alex's belt when they pulled away for air.

"Oh shit."

The two boys instantly looked over to Dave, said boy growing warm with embarrassment. Christian, decided he was no longer needed, left the room quickly after being discovered.

Alex scoffs in annoyance. He secures his belt around his pants, walking over to Dave.

"What do you want?" He asks seriously and leans a hand on the wall, completely towering over the quarterback.

"I-I just-"

"You just what?" He mocked. "Why don't you go back to your little football buddies, I know this is the only period you jocks can stay awake in." He smirks mischievously, pushes Dave out the way with small force and exits the room.

A few minutes later, the official lunch bell rang, effectively bringing Dave back to reality.

This encounter wasn't like the other, he was slightly pissed now.

The cafeteria is louder than the locker room, an uncommon occurrence and Dave takes it to note. He eats his hamburger slower than normal, worrying Jordan.

"What's up bro?" The dark skin asks with a hand over a Jamaican girl.

Here we have Shea Andersen. One of the most beautiful girls in the school. She doesn't follow regular white cis protocols and supports everyone. She is a great cook and dancer but revolts at the idea of homework. 

"Do you know of a Christian Evergreen?" He asks curiously and tries to keep his face relaxed. Jordon could always smell something fishy.

He takes a bite of his chicken leg  before humming to himself, "Yeah that bad dye job of a twink."

"We don't call people 'twinks' J, it's disrespectful." Shea slaps him across the head as she bites her homemade chicken as well.

"Yeah but he literally wore a shirt the other day labeling himself." He says as he glares at his girlfriend with a side eye.

Dave takes another bite of his hamburger and groans under his breath. Something was eating at him and it wasn't good. He had only met the kid once before. He gave him his own shirt when the twink messed up his.

So why did he suddenly not like him.

This, Christian Evergreen, is regarded as the 'pretty boy' in school. You could always catch him in the most pretty outfits, even though his beauty was to die for his personality was gray and bitchy. 

"I'm going to the library." He says out of the blue and grabs the rest of his uneaten hamburger, walking off to the only place, outside of classes that Alex resides during school hours.

It doesn't take too long to find him. Alex prefers to stay at the back of the library, mainly because he can find the encyclopedia and textbooks there.

At the other tables, it is easy to spot the females that weren't studying. They were not so subtly sneaking glances at the 'nerd', with his almost curly black hair and thin, elegant glasses.

Dave grabs a book to hide his hamburger and walks up to the four seater table. The screech of the chair against the tiled floor is not heard by Alex, his ears more aware of the music being played through his black airpods.

Dave sits there for about two minutes. When he realizes the taller specimen didn't spare him a glance, he pulls the airpods out his ears.

Alex looks up from his book annoyed and quite unamused. However, he decides to humour Dave by leaving his pencil in the book as a page marker and turning to face him. 

"What do you want Willow?" Alex asks.

"Are you and Christian together?" Dave blurts out louder than he planned, but by luck, it gains no attention from the surrounding admirers.

Alex tilts his head, his face void of  emotions, and observes the brunette. His disturbingly intense dark emerald eyes staring into Dave's own brilliant and steely pair. Then he smiles.

"Do you have a crush on the swimmer?" He asks teasingly.

"N-no." He spits out, quite shocked at the assumption.

"Then the crush is on me?" He says nonchalantly, with his eyes never leaving the latter's.

"As if?!" Dave's says rather too quickly and high-pitched, like a girl.

Alex hums and leans in, so close that the jock thought he would be the second person caught snogging Alex Templeton. Alex doesn't move from the intimate position, his eyes studying Dave like an open book.

"You smell like beef." He whispers before slowly pulling back and relaxing in the comfort of his cushioned seat.

Dave is silent for a while, his brain processing the statement before he responds. "And what's the problem if I smell like beef? It's food."

Alex shrugged weakly, "I don't eat meat."

"Yet you suck cock." Dave says the first thought that comes to mind. When he sees the serious expression that Alex's face shifted to, he stiffens.

"I hear you give head to women in the locker room stalls. Are you really judging me right now?" He says mockingly with a click of his tongue, his familiar annoyance reappearing.

Dave chuckles weakly and keeps his thoughts to himself, he takes a bite out of his sandwich somewhat embarrassed.

"You wanted me to kiss you, didn't you?"

It caught Dave off guard, as he chokes on his food pathetically. He tries to swallow said piece, and he doesn't gag when it moves against his uvula. Alex takes notice and grins to himself.

"The bell is about to ring, so I'll be on my way." The phrase helped to highlight his slight posh accent, as it was normally replaced by an American accent. "Your friend is probably waiting on you so it's best you leave as well, it's suspicious enough that you are willingly reading." The black haired boy grins at Dave before grabbing his items off the table and walking out of the library.

"What were you doing talking to Alex?" Jordon nudges his shoulders in the back of English class. Jordon was completely confused when he saw his friend in a full blown conversation with the rich nerd, he wanted answers.

Alex sits at the front of the class directly in front of the teacher so he wouldn't miss a word throughout the lesson. His glasses are gone and he sports his contacts again still making the girls swoon.

"It was nothing, promise bro." He smiles nervously at the African American. Jordan only rolls his eyes and goes back to reading his book.

The rain was pouring heavily outside and on Monday's coach ran personal errands, so practice was cancelled. He would have to wait till the rain let up so he could walk home with Jordon. Although they lived in the same area, Jordon lived about a bus drive away from his own home.

The last bell rings to dismiss the students and the two jocks rush to put their books in their bags and leave.

"Mr. Willow, a word." Their teacher announces and three heads spin to look at the pregnant woman.

Dave slowly walks up to the table with a smile that more resembles a grimace.

"While I love what you are doing for our football team, your grades are slipping in my class." She speaks with authority. "Now you need to get these grades up before the next big test, ok Mister?"

Dave nods with understanding but doesn't utter a single word. He simply walks out the room with Jordon and down the corridors, into the locker room where he expectantly meets Ashley sitting on the white wooden bench.

"I knew you would come." She smiles at him and begins to undress herself.

Dave would usually jump at the chance of having sex after a rough day, yet now the appeal was not present. He felt, dare I say it, actually disgusted at the mere thought of touching Ashley.

"I can't," He begins quickly, "I have to meet up with Shea and- "

"You're choosing that green card bitch and that drug dealing nigga, over me?" She berates out of pure jealously and anger. She was always conservative but he never pegged her for a racist with attachment issues. 

From the corner of his eyes he could see his bestfriend step into room with fury marking his features.

"What the fuck did you just say bitch?" He asks, tongue spitting fire as the room gained heat.

Ashley curls up slightly, but doesn't let it show as she stands her ground. Her brassiere still showing for the world to see.

"You better shut the fuck up Ashley or am gonna have to do something I shouldn't do!" Dave squeezed his fists in anger, pissed as well after the way she talked about his bestfriend and Shea.

Ashley only laughs at him though, "I know you you don't hit females."

"Bitch these hands are rated E for everyone!" Jordon shouts angrily and walks up to the girl with long strides, looming over her as she quickly slumps in fear.

She gasps when she sees Jordon hands coming down to hit her. "If you hit me I will scream rape and have your black ass and his white ass thrown in jail for assault." She threatens as a last resort.

"I bet you won't." A dark mocking voice speaks carelessly from the door, a hand holding his phone that filmed everything.