An awkward silence settled over the lunch room. Then everyone heard a snort from one boy, then a giggle from another, and then two hysterical laughs. Dexter and Mandark, who had been playing chess, had been too caught up in taunting each other and probably the most intense game of chess in all of history, had gotten little too loud while insulting each other, and the certain comment of "not getting anything more than a kiss tonight" had echoed around the lunch room. It seemed everyone froze. Not just stopped and stared, but iced over and stared at them in shock.
Seeing as how there was no way this could be explained, Dexter stood up, gazed right back, and announced, "I am not gay." Then, with a glance down, he added, "Though he might be."
"Hey!" Mandark protested, smacking his leg. Dexter smirked and sat back down. "We were talking about candy! I swear! Chocolate Hershey's kisses! Dexter had some and I wanted some!" Mandark tried to cover.
"Don't-you-allllllways," Dexter sang, not improving the situation. He took a sip of his milk innocently while Mandark sent a deathly glare in his direction. While Mandark flushed at the sudden curious (and some disgusted) looks and remained flustered, Dexter bit back a giggle and patted his shoulder before standing and making a swift exit.