Chapter One
[History blows.]
"Oh my sweet LORD I am bored as FUCK." Puck thought to himself as he sat in English or...History? He wasn't a 100% sure which it was, but all that mattered was that at any time he felt that his brain was going to explode from lack of fun and spew brain parts all over his fellow classmates. That could happen, right? He tapped his pencil against his notebook, covered in non school related sketches and lyrics that further diluted any clue as to what class he could possibly be sitting in at the moment. He suddenly felt like Charlie Brown listening to the deep coos of "blahs blah blahs" at the front of the classroom, minus the obnoxious and totally uncool yellow t-shirt the dude wore. Not quite Puckzilla's style.
Puck suddenly snapped back into reality when the empty seat next to him was pulled back and quickly occupied by a very late, but smiley Sam Evans. Sam was one of Puck's best friends, one of his "bros". Sure, he was a huge dork and the huge mouth was somewhat distracting, but Puck enjoyed being around Sam. Honestly lately, he probably enjoyed it a little too much.
"Dude, my alarm didn't even go off. I swear I thought I had set it." Sam exclaimed in a breathy voice, worn out by his rushing to class. Sam looked to the front of the classroom as the teacher shushed him before continuing her lesson. Sam lowered his voice to a slight whisper and leaned in close to Puck's ear. "Last night was..." Puck looked at Sam in a panic and shushed him a second time.
"Please...don't." Puck mumbled in embarrassment, mortified that someone could hear. He instantly felt awful when Sam's smile faded into a disappointed frown followed by a small nod. Sam scooted away from Puck and buried his face in his History book. History...that's right.
The end of the class seemed to drag on forever, the energy in the room now switched from boring to very uncomfortable now that Sam's topic of choice, although short, was just enough to bring back memories from the night before that Puck had avoided to try and recall, a familiar sensation after most drunken nights he had spent at random parties over the years. What had happened? Puck racked his brain for any nugget of information or any clue to force his brain to remember the rest of what it so heavily was trying not to. All he knew was there was kissing...and touching...and...fucking, and it wasn't with a chick. It was with Sam. He wasn't gay...no. He couldn't be gay. The Puckasaurus LOVED tits. Vagina? Hell yeah. He could work his way around a sorority like he could a Chinese buffet and yet out of all the people at that party, most importantly, all the WOMEN at that party, he went home with a dude.
But...why was he getting turned on when he thought about it? It's...Sam. It's dorky Navi speaking, comic book reading, penis HAVING Sam. I mean Christ, he had big trouty guppy lips. Oh shit those lips...they felt so good when he...
Oh shit.
Puck grabbed his things immediately as the bell rang and he wasted no time darting out the door, leaving his friend behind in the dust.