After Louise and MJ were done with their auditions at the terrace and had a wholesome handshaking emotional moment, they walked down the terrace together,

"Just so you know, I'm only with you for the band practice," Louise told him.
"Right,"
"You will maintain your distance from me when we're in class,"
"You said you don't want to associate with your sister. Do you and Zalia not get along?" MJ asked. He was clearly not listening to him because he didn't plan on leaving Louisianez Louverne's side anytime soon.

"Nah, sis is just pure bad luck," Louise replied, "She brings bad luck wherever she goes and nothing good ever happens to her or the people around her. I don't want to share her misery,"
MJ looked ahead while Louise took a can of coke from a coca-cola machine, "Interesting,"

"What about you? Do you have a sibling?" Louise asks him to maintain a mutual distance and then proceeds to start a conversation himself. How ironic is this man?
"Yes, I have a step-brother," MJ replied, nonchalantly as he too took a can of coke.
"Ah, some stuff going on in the family, huh?" Louise began drinking from his can of coke.
"Nah, my mom is just a whore,"

He choked, "What?"
MJ looked at him, "She cannot be in a stable relationship. Maybe she's fucked in the head,"
"Damn..." Louise didn't know what to say, "Well...Everything happens for the best..."

'What the fuck am I saying?' Louise furrowed his eyebrows at himself as they continued walking into the swimming pool area.

MJ shot a glance at Louise and laughed, "What the fuck? Damn, mate!"
Now, Louise made a point and in order to not make himself look like the stupid idiot that he was, he decided to defend it, "Yeah, I mean, if she wasn't fucked in the head, you won't be born,"
"..." MJ just casually stared at him while the girls behind in the pool got into their bikinis.

'What the fuck was that? Gosh, I need to chill!' Louise's expression got stiffer, his eyes turned darker with the shadow of remorse, guilt and pure evil intentions.

Mr Dickson blew the whistles, "Alright, girls! Get here! STOP GOSSIPING! YOU PIECES OF SHIT!"
Mj titled his head, as if all his thoughts accumulated on the right side of his brain, making it heavier, "Well, I don't think she was that bad when I was born,"
"Only means you made her fucked in the head..."

"I MEAN," Louise tried to correct himself, "Some women do get post-partum depression, my mom told me that," Louise wiped the sweat under his bangs, 'Dang! I feel like I missed a bullet!'

"Really? So, that post-partum depression is continuing till now? I'm fifteen,"
"Yes, that doesn't matter! She must be channelling her energy into...fulfilling her carnal desires to gain happiness again. Women who are sad tend to do that,"
"Aren't we generalising it a bit too much?" MJ looked invested but confused.

"Definitely not! You should do something to make her happy!"
"But you said her happiness lies in fulfilling her carnal desires. I'm not having sex with my mother. The fuck, why are you and your sister so hell-bent into make me a motherfucker? Is this some family kink?"
"What the fuck are you saying?"

"What is going on here?" Mr Dickson yelled and blew his whistle. Louise turned back, "Oh shit, a teacher!" He hid his face while MJ faced Mr Dickson, "Good afternoon, sir. What a wonderful day, it is!" MJ had a very strong, British accent and Mr Dickson noticed it, "Oh, so you are that British lad who joined this year?"
"I...am not British," MJ shook his head, "I'm Texan!"

"Hah! That's a funny country accent. I'm from Texas too!" Mr Dickson removed his sunglasses.
"Holy crap, for real? Dang!" They had a friendly conversation while Louise just stood beside MJ.
"Who is that twig?"
"He's my vegan friend!" 

'The fuck? I ain't vegan,' Louise thought while Mr Dickson passed him a judgemental look, "That's why he looks so malnourished. Start eating boy, or you're gonna be able to perform well in life or in bed,"
MJ laughed while Louise went pale, 'THAT WAS SO GROSS! EW!' 

Mr Dickson finally patted MJ's shoulder, "Both you boys, are you skipping class?"

"No, sir, we are free!" MJ exclaimed. They both were indeed skipping class.
"Oh, is that so?" Mr Dickson smirked and put his glasses on, "Then help me set up some lane lines on the pool for the girls swimming event tomorrow,"

Louise quickly intervened, "Why are the girls not doing it?"
"WE'LL DO IT!" MJ spoke over him.
Louise looked at him, "What the fuck?" He whispered but MJ passed him a knowing nod.
Great, I'll get to the pool and lay the lane lines out, come join me," Mr Dickson went ahead. 

Louise looked at MJ, "Why the fuck are we doing this?"
"Louise! Stop being so gay! We get to be with girls in the same pool!" MJ walked ahead. Louise walked behind him, "Okay? And?"
"What we get to see some accidental nip slips or titty flashes?"
"Michelle, grow up," Louise shook his head. MJ looked down at Louise, who was much shorter than him, "You need some growing up, Louise"

"What do you mean?" He said, slipped and fell on the mud under the wet grass that was surrounding the pool area. He looked up at the sky. MJ brought his face close to Louise's face, "That you're either still a kid or...Women just don't do it for you,"
Louise passed a weird look while Mr Dickson watched them from afar, "What a beautiful friendship," 

'Aren't you gay? You fucking masturbated to Mr Warren!'

Louise washed the mud off of his back and then they both soon got busy setting up the lanes. Pardon me, Louise got busy setting up the lanes. Not MJ. He just went to another corner of the pool and began talking to the girls. The heat of the sun, the constant whistles and rebukes of Mr Dickson, MJ's annoying giggles and cringe pick-up lines and the smell of chlorine was starting to get on Louise's nerves. But he maintained his calm. 

'We're skipping class to do this shit! And THIS BASTARD!'

"Mitchelle!" He finally looked up and MJ was right in front of him, "Louise, listen,"
"What?"
"Remember the mission Mr Warren gave us?" MJ looked at Mr Dickson, who was leaving towards the urinals. Louise couldn't remember, "What mission?"
"Mission Shoesmash! We must throw a shoe at every teacher we come across. Well, what are we waiting for?"

"I don't know, a detention?" Louise smiled, sarcastically. 
"No one can detain us, Louise," MJ seemed serious, "I will protect you. You are my homie,"
Louise just stared at him and came close to him, "You're gay,"

Throwing it as an insult, Louise began swimming towards the corner of the pool. He grabbed the railings and began climbing the stairs to reach outside the pool, "LOUISE! WE ARE A TEAM!"
"I'm out," Louise got out of the pool but MJ grabbed his swimming trunks, "Aye, wait now," He accidentally pulled them all the way down. Everyone saw Louise's genitals.

Louise quickly pulled his trunks up and everyone was silent for a while. MJ walked up and stood beside Louise. Mr Dickson was coming out of the bathroom and walking on the wet marble floor when Michelle pulled his trunks down. Mr Dickson's mouth went wide open with surprise, he was also probably semi-hard, when he got a hard, mud-covered shoe on his face. 

MJ looked at Louise, "He's creepy," Louise looked at Mr Dickson who was removing the muddy shoe from his face. MJ pulled his pants back up, "Why did you pull your pants down, idiot?"
"Because I didn't want you to feel like...you made a fool out of yourself," MJ spoke as Louise looked at him, "If it's gonna be embarrassing, we're gonna get embarrassed together,"

"Mitchelle..." Louise sighed, "Now everyone saw our weiners,"
"That's a W for me,"
Louise smiled, "You weirdo,"
MJ smiled back at him, "Yet here you are, head over heels for me,"
"In your dreams, you cunt," 

They both looked ahead at Mr Dickson who had begun yelling and spitting out mud from his mouth, "Boy, we are so getting a detention," 

-To be continued