Chapter 5: Project

Collins sat at his desk, flipping the pages in his book. His classmates filed in around him, moving to their own seats.

"Good morning, Collins," a voice said. He looked up to watch Angel pass, moving to his desk. He didn't respond. If nothing had happened this weekend, what would be the reason? He didn't communicate with social outcasts.

The bell rang and a young man skidded in the door

"You're late, Ben," Mr. Keelson alerted, as Collins' friend took his seat. "45-minute class," the teacher explained, "I'll talk about our new project for fifteen, and leave you to work for the remaining thirty."

He told the class about the new project: they would be in pairs, and need to choose a topic of World War II to present to the class on Friday. He passed the flyer to everyone, and announced that he would be picking he pairs, and it would be alphabetically. The teacher laughed at the student's groans.

"Now," he told the class, "the groups." He looked at a piece of paper, and read: "Atkins, Badbury; Bradley, Carter; Collins, Delton;" he looked up, scanning the faces, "Delton isn't here. So Collins is with…Dumott-Schunard…"

Collins stopped listening. He was partnered with Angel? What if someone found out about…? He prayed to God that no one would.

When Mr. Keelson let them go to work, Ben leaned in. "Sorry, dude," he muttered, "You're with the fag."

"Yeah," Collins laughed, "how he doesn't hit on me or something!" the two laughed and high-fived, before moving off into heir respective groups.

"What should we do?" he mumbled to angel. The Hispanic flashed him a smile that made him nervous.

"I was thinking," Angel told him, "maybe we could do the Japanese side of the Pearl Harbor attack."

Collins thought for a moment. "Sounds good to me," he agreed. Angel grinned again, and moved his legs. Their knees touched, and the young anarchist's stomach fluttered. He cleared his throes and moved his leg away from him flamboyant friend's.

"Sorry," Angel said, looking down at his pencil.

The two looked through their history books, finding information for the presentation. Time, they found, flew past, and they didn't realize how fast until Mr. Keelson made an announcement.

"You worked well today," the teacher said, "but I'm not giving you any more class time to finish. You'll have to do it outside of here."

Angel looked at his notes. "You wanna work after school?" he asked.

"Sure," Collins agreed, but paused, "I have basketball practice at four."

"So we can meet in here," Angel thought aloud, "right after school for a little while."

"Alright," the man agreed, already gathering his books and moving towards his friends.

Angel frowned slightly, but on the inside, his ear-to-ear grin matched the same one Collins hid.

You will LOVE the next chapter if you are an AngelCollins fan (if not, why are you reading this fic, anyway?)

Plus...i got a sequel in the works. ooOOoo...here's a sneak peek as to what's it's about: the title is "Now They Know"