A/N - This is another take of the scene when Anwar tells Eric he likes his shirt.
A/N- lyrics in bold are an alternate version of "Firefly" by the band "Breaking Benjamin"
"You're my friend,
You're not like them,
But I cut your lies and you know I did
Now I'm lost in you,
Like I always am,
And I'd smile to win, 'cause I'm born to lose"
"Nice shirt, you look good"
He pretends to get a cigarette. He really should be speeding off to maths. He can't afford to be late, but Anwar's just done something suspiciously weird. He's just given Tromboner a compliment. It's surprising. He thought Anwar was too cool to give Trombomer the time of day. At least he hoped he'd keep that up. Sometimes Eric would try to speak to him, talk about how amazing his jacket was, or ask him what kind of jeans he has have on. Anwar would just ignore him, or laugh in his face. It burned Adam's brain to see Anwar treat him like shit, but the depraved side of him. That secret side of him, that was obsessed with Eric, would jump for joy. If the popular kid always acted like a dick, there was no way he'd date Eric.
That meant that Adam always had a chance….
However today, was horrifyingly different. Adam watched as Anwar's eyes drifted over his body with an approving nod. He told him he looked good. That was it. One sentence. Tromboner's grin was as long as the corridor. As if he'd got on bended knee and asked for his hand in marriage.
"Oh...umm….well….thanks Anwar, I got this shirt from….." He starts to say.
"Gotta go. I'm still not your friend" The untouchable saunters away.
He walks away, but Tromboner is still looking at him, eyes wide, chest heaving with pride, like he walks on water. He doesn't know why Eric even likes him. Anwar's rude, smug, horrible to everyone and is as judgemental as fuck. He doesn't deserve him. Neither does Adam, but he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it if they actually got together. He slides one cigarette out of the packet and puts it behind he ear. He can get Tromboner's attention, just like that other idiot can.
He doesn't have to threaten him, or push him against lockers or get in his face and promise to fuck him up. He can be normal. He can say warm happy things that can make Tromboner smile. He's nervous. The very thought of his smile makes his heart pound like thunder in his chest. He watches Eric gets his books and slams his locker to get his attention. Both Eric and now, New kid stare at him. As soon as Tromboner's mystified eyes meet with his own, he says the first thing he can think of….
"Hey Tromboner!…..Nice face?" He asks this like it's a question. It's not a question. Only a fact.
"Okay…..bye Adam!" Tromboner responds with a confused look as he grabs new kid by the hand...by the hand no less, and runs in the opposite direction.
To wash away the embarrassment, Adam grabs the nearest midget he can and slams him against the locker. That kid's fear raises his confidence like fresh camp fire smoke. Sure, he fucked up this time around. For once, beautiful Tromboner looked at the bully like he was the loser. But like his father had always said, practice makes perfect….