After school, Alex was waiting for his dad to finish office hours and Herc had half an hour until football practice started. "I need to pee." Herc stated.
"Then go?" Alex suggested.
"Alone?" Herc asked, as if Alex had just mentioned going to hell for a quick trip.
"Fine." Alex sighed dramatically, and shut his locker door. They headed into the bathroom.
As Hercules was washing his hands, he looked over at his friend. "Dude, you know Mia?"
"Your girlfriend?" Alex deadpanned.
"Yeah. She wanted me to have sex with her in a classroom. During school. While I was at lunch, she had study, and she came over to me, asking me to fuck her in 237. She said she knew there was no class in there."
"Did you?" Alex asked.
"Nah man, but I kind of wanted to. She's always coming up with insane stuff like that though! I almost can't keep up! How are you doing in the relationship department?"
"Still single. Like usual. But there is a guy-"
"Who is he?" Hercules cut his friend off.
Neither noticed the teenager in the third stall. The freckled teen tucked a lock of black hair behind his ear. John listened to the friends, not trusting himself to move an inch.
"Let me finish, Herc. With a face like his, he's got to be straight, though. I've given up on my chances." Alex sighed.
"Alex, you never know. I didn't know Laf was pansexual." Hercules consoled his friend.
"Laf screams 'gay' but makes out with girls. How did you not realize he liked more than one gender?" Alex laughed.
"I'm oblivious to it all. I sort of thought that you were gay, but I wasn't sure. You know me, I never notice anything."
"That's definitely true. And I'm bisexual, I like girls and boys. Sometimes I find boobs attractive, other times I find lower voices attractive. It changes."
"Alex, what's the difference between bisexual and pansexual? I don't mean to be offensive, but I honestly don't know." Herc asked sheepishly.
"Okay, so pansexuals don't choose someone because of sexual identity, or expression, and bisexuals like men and women. Some pansexuals identify as bisexual because they don't realize the difference, they are very similar." Alex explained. John thought about that description. It's pretty on point, actually. And who would've thought, the Alexander Hamilton is gay. Well, bi. But he likes dick. I have a chance! But not really, he likes that stupid straight guy. Please just come to terms with the fact that he's straight and look for your local gay, ie. me! John thought about what he was thinking. Way to sound desperate, John!
I haven't met a guy who was my type and gay since Michael...
Don't bring up Michael.
Oh, Michael? Or the fact that Michael committed suicide because of his father? Because honestly, with Mr. Washington, I can't tell if he's homophobic.
Do not think about that. John was thankfully snapped out of his thoughts by a particularly whiny, "Please!"
"No, Herc. I'm not going to tell you who he is. Maybe in a day or two. But not now."
"But Alex! Now I have to go to practice, and I'll be thinking about this the entire time. Thanks a lot." He complained sarcastically. "When practice is over, I'll text you! Mark my words, I'll wheedle it out of you if it kills me."
"I'll make sure my phone is on silent." Alex commented, laughter evident in his voice.
"Screw you."
"Screw Mia instead, you're not my type." Alex teased. "I hear she wants to do it in a classroom. You better watch yourself, you seem to have an exhibitionist on your hands. Wait until she chooses a more public place. Then you'll come running for advice." Why would Hercules ask Alex for advice about exhibitionism? Wait. He's not! Is the Alexander Hamilton an exhibitionist?
"Because you'd have sex in public. Wouldn't want anyone you bicker with, which is everyone, to see you moaning at someone else's mercy."
"Shut up!" John could see a sliver of Alex's face through the crack in the door as he turned away from his face. That tiny sliver turned scarlet with Hercules' new commentary. John smiled to himself. He enjoyed gaining new information about Alex.
"Alright dude, I've got to go to football. We will talk later."
"See you. I'm going to the cafe anyway, we can walk together."
John listened to their footsteps walk past his stall and out the door, then heard the door open and close. He counted to 30 just in case and finished going to the bathroom. As he was washing his hands, he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. It was cloudy from years of not being cleaned properly, and it was probably a cheap mirror to begin with. His hair was a bit of a mess, but in a nice way. An artful, casual mess. He grabbed the ribbon he kept in his pocket and tied it back. His green eyes were striking, and his smile was genuine. His skin was clear - a handful of pimples here and there, but hey, he is a teenager - and a million freckles, but his ex from when he lived in South Carolina loved them. Every one who hit on him said his freckles were adorable.
What's not to like, right? Alex is hotter than me, but I'm not trash on the side of the road. I have value. Just because I'm not hot doesn't mean I'm not adorable. Right? He tried to logic.
Maybe I'm too cocky and arrogant, maybe that's why he doesn't like me. Maybe he's not into guys who are taller than him? A lot of people like guys who are taller than them. You don't. Maybe he's not into guys with freckles. Who doesn't like freckles? Maybe comments like that are why he doesn't like me.
John groaned aloud and realized he was still washing his hands. Or maybe it's because I zone out like that and waste water. He thought spitefully. You want to pull yourself together, man?
