Disclaimer: I do not own Greek or any of it's characters, I'm simply just a fan
BTW: This is just a sneak peek of what's to come. If I get enough good comments on it, I'll continue.
Casey Cartwright seems to be the object of both of our affections, and why wouldn't she be? She's beautiful, sexy, smart, outgoing. There's so much more but, I really don't feel like dragging on. Is that what we're really fighting about though? Only Cappie and I know the real reason why we hate each other. It all started so long ago.
"Evan Chambers?", asked a slightly chunky woman with the brightest red hair you'd ever see. It could look good but, never on an 87 year old high school teacher.
"Here!" I said, making sure she recognized my presence. God knows my parents would kill me if I the school called and said that i missed out on 2nd period, especially since it's my first day at a new school and it was also my first day of Sophmore year. That's right. I, Evan Chambers, am now a sophmore! Big step from being a freshman. The constant nagging of having to impress upper-classmen is finally over. Now that I'm higher on the social food chain, freshman will come to look up to me. But since I'm not going to threaten them or tease them, maybe there's no point in being an upper-classman.
After the teacher, Ms. Rowan, was finished, she started off by telling us her name and the subject of the class, like we were completely oblivious that this was English. But, I guess all teachers are the same that way, they always treat us exactly the same. They treated us like we've never been to school before, and it's always the same boring ass process, too. Introductions and a syllabus explaining the rules of the class and what you're required to bring. It was all just completely boring to me. I can't handle 2 days of introductions.
See, my school is different because our schedules don't revolve around one scrunched up day of 40 minute classes. No, we get A and B days. A days are where you go to periods 1-4 and B days are periods 5-8. So that means extra time for introductions. God, I wanted to kill myself right there and then when Ms. Rowan started going on and on about her own life and how her cat died just the other day and how she has 6 children who each have 6 more children, BLAH BLAH BLAH! This was complete and utter torture!
Finally! After almost an hour-and-a-half of fantasies of gouging my own eyes out using the pointy pencil sitting on my desk, the bell for lunch rings. I get up, and I get knocked over by some jackass in a rush to get to the lunchline.
"Hey, sorry dude. I didn't mean to knock you over like that."
"Nah, that's okay. I'm obviously a target for tortue today, why not some dude just knock me over, too?"
"Umm...mmkay! How about I buy you lunch and we call ourselves even?"
"Oh, I'm totally going to cost you. I haven't eaten since yesterday morning."
"It's okay, I usually eat half of the food in stock anyways, so I come loaded with money."
So we started walking to the cafeteria, and the entire way, there was an awkward silence that I never even knew existed, so I decided to break it by asking him a couple of questions.
"So, what's your name anyways?"
"All my old friends call me Cappie."
"By old friends, I'm guessing you don't mean the kind in retirement homes, right?" God, I know how lame that sounded. First, he thinks I'm crazy, now he'll probably find me lame as hell, too.
He chuckled at it, maybe he didn't find it so lame after all.
"Dude, that was so lame," Okay...maybe he did, " no, but seriously. I just moved here, ergo...old friends."
"So, we finally found something in common... wait, do you even know where the cafeteria is?"
"Hmm...no. I was hoping you could lead me there," he said with a wide grin.
There was something about his grin that made me feel kind of warm inside. It was kind of a weird feeling that I just couldn't describe. "God, you would have starved if you didn't run into me. You're lucky I took a tour of the school beforehand."
"Well, thank god I ran into you, then," he said with another one of those grins. There was that feeling again. I had no idea what it was. I hoped it would go away as soon as we got a chance to eat, and with how big the line is, it's going to take forever.
"So, with that tour, did you happen to find out which cafeteria food isn't made from cow intestines or lard?" he asked.
"God, I wish. Looks like we're going to have to risk it. But if I die, I want you to know...I love when I get stuff for free, even if I die from it," I said with a chuckle. hoping he'd laugh at it a bit, too. Maybe, at least another one of those grins.
"Well, who said this meal was for free? Nah, you got to owe me for this one."
"Oh...so did you want the all the cash up front, or did you want it little by little?" I said, kind of dissappointed that he didn't end up getting it, probably because it wasn't free anymore. But I could pay for it, how come I got so sad?
"What? I didn't hear the words 'mucho moolah' come out of my mouth. I meant that you'll have to sit with me so I don't look a total loner," he said, with that 'oh so special' grin again. What was it about Cappie's grin that made me feel all warm? I mean, I guess he was attractive for a guy. I wonder if he's had any girlfriends at his old school. I'm sure he'd be able to score with any girl he wanted.
So, I flashed one of my own grins and said, "As long as I don't have to pay."
I took my tray and tried to find a spot while Cappie paid for the 10 worth of food. I thought I ate a lot, all I spent was 3, the rest was all him. I ended up finding a table in the corner and sat there. I waved Cappie over so he didn't have to search the entire cafeteria for me. He sat right across from me and we chatted about all the little things, like how he loves any movie with Bruce Lee and how I love any book written by Stephen King. How he prefers fried rice over chow mein and how I just eat the noodles in the chow mein and not the vegetables.
When we were done, I grabbed my binder and tray and headed for the trash can. Right before I put my garbage in the trash, I tripped over somebody's foot and landed face first onto the cheap tile layed out on the floor.
"Hey bitch, you got any money?" I looked up to see a tall guy with a jean jacket and and an earring. He was kind of chunky and pimply with dark blonde hair, he looked like he hadn't taken a shower in over 2 weeks.
"Umm, no, sorry. I forgot my money at home...just out of curiousity, was the tripping really necessary? I would think that such an intelligent ogre like yourself would have at least half of a brain to know that I don't respond to violence," I said, almost regretting what I said...almost.
"What'd you call me, fag?!" He was about ready to punch me, when Cappie grabbed his arm and punched the crater-face down instead of the him doing the exact same thing to me. Luckily, no teachers were around to see us, if not Cappie could be suspended.
"Thanks, Cap. I guess all it takes is a day for you to have somebody's back," I said with great gratitude and amazement that he could even take such a brick wall down like that.
"Nah, not normally. Here, let me help you. That prick dropped your binder and everything in it." He gestured to the tiles around me, which seemed to be coated with all the stuff in my binder. We both bent down to pick up everything. I reached over for the last stray paper when Cappie's hand met mine. All I could do was stare at his hand touching mine. Then, he grabbed the paper and handed it to me. All I could do was stare at him, I'm not sure if it was in amazement on how much electricity that touch had or that he was nice enough to help me out the entire day. I'm thinking it was the combination of all three that terrified me.
"Thanks," I said with a voice that sounded as scared as a lost child. I picked up my binder and ran off.
"Evan, wait!" Those were the final words I heard Cappie say before I exited the cafeteria, running in terror. There's no way I could have such strange feelings for a guy in such a short period of time. Plus, even if it were true, I'm 100 sure that Cappie isn't gay anyways. Which means that my feelings are setting me up for disaster. Partly why I ran was because I didn't want to give any reason for him to hate me, maybe he hates me now.
Finally! 4th period came, the last period before I get to go home and not have to worry about running into Cappie until Wednesday. I just wish it were something other than Chemistry. It seemed like I was the only Sophmore in the entire class. This class was different though. Instead of rules, the teacher, Mr. Dermaunt skipped the whole introduction thing and went right to assigning us lab partners. I wonder what my partner would be like, would they be the quiet, smart one or the loud, obnoxious kind?
"Chambers?" Mr. Dermaunt asked.
"Yeah?" I said, internally groaning at the thought of possibly having that pizza face asshole from lunchtime as my lab partner, he sat a couple rows behind me already, it would be horrible and possibly lethal to have him as my lab partner.
"You'll be partnered with...that guy." I followed his point to a kid in the back with headphones on. All I could see were his headphones dangling at his neck because some girl was blocking him. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Nobody is allowed to listen to music in my classroom!" God, did I feel sorry for the guy. To be called out like that must have been so humiliating. The guy must have took off his headphones because the teacher thanked him and told him to sit next to me.
"Evan?" OH FUCK! That voice I hadn't wanted to hear until Wednesday found me. My face flushed instantly when I heard his voice, even though I wasn't looking at him, I could feel him grinning at me. Just the thought of that grin alone made me want to walk right out of the classroom, hoping to get suspended for it and hoping that my parents would think it was a bad school for me and send me elsewhere. But, I wasn't going to risk my parents killing me for a lab partner I didn't want. But, I actually did want him to be. Those were the feelings I couldn't let resurface.
"Oh...err...hey Cappie. Looks like we're lab partners." I said rather nervously. I was hoping that he didn't notice it, hoping that he didn't notice any of it. The flushed look on my face, my fingers fidgetting uncontrollably, beads of sweat starting to form on my brow.
"Yeah, looks like it." Cappie, you gotta give me more than that. Give me a sign on whether or not you notice, a sign that you felt it, too. At least a sign that you acknowledge it, acknowledge the fact that I'm gay.
"You're homework assignment for today," Mr. Dermaunt started, "is partner work. You must visit one of your own houses to complete it." Oh my fucking god! You've got to be fucking kidding me! This day just keeps getting worse and worse! Then, I felt it against me again. That grin, that really cute grin he makes when he finds something is funny or ironic. God, did I really just describe why he smiles?? I shouldn't know that yet, I only met him today! I shouldn't be falling so fucking fast!
As Mr. Dermaunt was explaining it, all I could think of was how I was either going to bring Cappie home with me or I'd go to his house. I hope Cappie was paying attention because I sure as hell wasn't.
"So whose house are we going to?" Cappie asked the one question I was worried about at the moment.
"Umm...I don't know, wherever you want to hang is fine with me." Shit, I still can't believe this was happening.
"Well, I for one want to see where you live. My place is nothing but bacteria and moldy food. I'm way too starved to head straight home. Maybe we should get a bite to eat before we head to your place."
"Sounds good, where do you want to go?" God, I was still so nervous. My hands were starting to shake uncontrollably, so I put them in my pockets so he wouldn't notice. They were shaking so badly that I didn't even acknowledge that he had an enormous lunch already and that he already has an appetite
"Well...how's Burger King sound to you?"