Alec Pov
The school holiday was finally over and while some people would be upset about that, I really wasn't.

I'd be inclined to see John everyday, and I'll have more of a routine schedule. I'm supposed to go to therapy everyday now, except for Saturday's and Sundays.

I like the sense of order.

It was lunch, and I sat on my groups bench outside.

"You know the big ass test that Mr. Adams is going to give on Friday?" Peggy asked.

"Yeah why?" Herc replied.

"..What's it on? I wasn't listening."
She said.

"Well shit...I was gonna ask you." Herc muttered.

"Wait...y'all don't know what the test is on? I don't know what the test is on!" John exclaimed, smiling softly.

"Fuck it, let's all fail together." Laf said.

"...it's about sea organisms.."
I muttered. "

"Well shit man..What page is it on so I can study?" Peggy asked.

"...there wasn't a page..you were supposed to take notes." I said, a smile creeping on my face.

Was I literally the only one who took notes?

Call me a teachers pet, I don't care.
But I'm going to be the only one acing this test!

"Speaking of sea creatures, did you know corals can die from stress? If I was a coral...I'd be dead!"
Laf exclaimed.

Our whole group laughed.

"Wait..What are corals even stressed about?" Herc asked.

Our group was silent.
I smiled.

"Current events." I whispered.

Our group erupted in laughter.

"Get the fuck out!" Herc exclaimed, a smile on his face.

"And take your stupid puns with you!" Peggy yelled, throwing gram crackers at me.

I laughed at them and ate Peggy's gram crackers.

"Thanks for the donation Pegs!" I said. She rolled her eyes.

"What are you losers laughing about?" Thomas asked, waltzing over to our bench, James Madison trailing behind him.

"If we're such losers then why are you over here?" Peggy asked.

"And quite frequently," Herc added.

"You guys...interest me.." He muttered.

"Stupid," He said, pointing as Peggy. "Excuse me? I'll have you kn-" Peggy started.

"Half wit," Thomas said, pointing at Herc.

"Try hard," Thomas muttered, pointing at Laf.

"Gay," Thomas said, pointing at John. How is that even an insult?

I narrowed my eyes, knowing he was going to say something to me next.

"..and you. I don't understand why you hang out with these...things. You could be so popular. You have the potential, so why don't you use it?" He asked.

I stared at him for a minute.

"B-because you're, an asshole and I'm a genius." I said.

Laf spat out his drink and started laughing.

John laughed with him.
Soon our whole table was laughing at Thomas.

He grabbed my collar and dragged me out of my seat.

"You wanna repeat that you little motherfucker?" He asked. And that's when the unholy confidence kicked in. Oh man I'm going to regret this. My palms started to sweat a little it.

"I honestly think you might be bipolar...one minute I've got potential the next, I'm a motherfucker.." I said, a sly smirk on my face.

But before I knew it, instead of a smirk on my face...
there was a fist on my face.

I spat out blood and pushed him back. He grabbed my shoulders and tried to knee me in the stomach.

I grabbed his head and slammed it into mine.

I heard muffled shouting.
I stumbled back and leaned on a bench.

"Oh that fucking does it you bastard!" He shouted.

That motherfucker!
I wiped the blood from my nose and yelled,

"What are you fucking waiting for?!"

A small crowd formed around us screaming, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

I looked around.
Well shit.

"H-hey Thomas I...I don't think we should do this anymore..truce?" I asked.

He wiped his nose and looked around too.

"Truce. Only if I get to punch you last so I technically win." He added.

"What? No!" I exclaimed.
"Asshole." He muttered, walking around.

The crowd groaned in disappointment. "..go! Shoo!" I said, pushing a few kids away.

Damn.
No teachers even tried to stop it.
This school honestly sucks.

I stumbled back to the bench and sat down.

"Alec! Are you okay? Jesus you took a lot of blows.." John muttered, instantly hugging me.

"I thought I did pretty well considering I have anxiety." I muttered.

"What?" Peggy asked.
"Nothing." I said quickly, Leaning on John.

The bell rang and John kissed my forehead, picking up his backpack.

"I'll see you after school, yeah?" He asked.

"Mhm." I hummed.
"4;30 good?" He asked.
"Mhm." I repeated.

Therapy ends at 4 so I should be fine.

I walked to class with Laf.

"They still don't know about the...stuff?" He asked.

"No, and it's gonna stay that way okay? I don't want to tell them yet." I said.

"Okay. If that's what you want, okay." He said.

"Do I have a black eye?" I asked.

Laf looked at my eye and sighed.

"Oui. You're going to have to find a way to hide that from George and Martha. They'll freak if they find out you fought someone." He said.

"It was hardly a fight.." I muttered. "But okay."