(A/N) yo what's crakcalackin im back and i still suck whoopdedoo okay so this idea was given to me by the amazing @thatoneweirdoe (hopefully it tags you idk sorry) but yeah so im finally writing and its probably bad bc im depressed rn but yeah okay bye

TW: f slur (the one they use on gays, not the other one, yall already know i curse like hel-... heck.)

"Luke is the only person you need to watch out for," Will warned me, who was walking next to him. "Almost everyone at this school has fallen victim to him at least once."

I looked around the halls cautiously. "Even you?"

The blond blushed, reaching back to rub the nape of his neck in embarrassment. "Yeah. I can admit to being shoved in these huge ass lockers that the school has for some reason."

I smiled, chuckling a bit. "Good thing I transferred to your school, I'll kick his ass."

"Yeah, good luck, shorty." Will smirked as I blushed, suddenly aware of my small size.

"Fuck you."

"Name a time and place, doll."

Will and I had been friends since childhood. We lived right across the road from each other and hung out on a daily basis. We were never at the same school, though. I was home schooled most of my life and was only able to attend school now because my mother was in the hospital, recovering from a few third degree burns. (Her job was very dangerous.)

"Wait, shit, nope!" Will whispered harshly, pausing in his tracks. "Luke. Nope. Other way. We'll finish the tour of the east side later."

I spotted a toned boy leaning against a locker. Legs crossed, arms folded, an unlit cigarette dangling from his bared teeth.]

"Yo, faggot!"

Fuck.

He spotted us.

And he called us, two heterosexual males, the f slur. How offensive. You think us, manly men with fragile masculinity, would be gay? How rude.

Just kidding, we gay as shit.

"Run, run, run, run, run," Will muttered, grabbing my shoulder to turn me around.

But no, I had to but a fucking idiot and not run.

I pushed Will's soft hand off my shoulder and marched right up to the homophobic bastard.

Luke raised an eyebrow at me.

I didn't speak.

His lips curled into a deadly smile.

There was a lump in my throat, impossible to swallow.

I didn't say a word to him.

But I did flip him off.

And stood silently with my arm raised halfway and my finger raised fully.

That made him angry.

"Fuck no," he growled, shoving me into the wall of lockers opposite from where he was previously brooding. "Ain't no cock sucker gonna disrespect me!" 

I growled as Will whimpered from behind Luke.

Luke snapped his head to face Will, and a devilish smirk formed on his face.

"You're the fag I normally shove in a locker, aren't you?"

Will stood frozen.

Luke swung open an unused locker.

"I guess there's enough room for both of ya in there."

XXX

"This is my fault," I sighed, pressing into Will as much a possible to avoid being against the cold walls of the locker. "I should have ran when you told me."

From the little light we had, I could see that Will had a blank expression on his face. I shifted around a bit more and got closer to him.

"It's fine, Neeks. You're just the -- mph! -- the kind of person to stand up to people." Will's face scrunched up, so I readjusted myself to fit my chest in his. My head only went halfway up his neck, but I seemed to fit fine. "Just, can you not move around so much?"

"Oh, sorry." I was afraid this conversation was going to lead to silence, so I squirmed one last time just to tease him.

"Nico, I swear if you keep moving I'm gonna get hard."

Oh.

"Oh."

I stopped moving.

Neither of us talked.

But I liked talking to Will, unlike most people, who I didn't care for a conversation.

"So I have the power to make you, uh, frustrated?" I smirked.

"Shut up, Neeks," Will muttered. "After all the times I've dropped hints it's surprising you haven't figured it out yet."

"No, I have," I chuckled. Will has been teasing me and giving clues that he likes me since we were ten. I just like to see him squirm.

And I was never ready to admit my feelings -- or to admit I had feelings, for that matter. (I was an angsty kid.)

"I just... wasn't ready when you were."

"Makes sense."

"But I think... I think I'm ready now."

I could feel the heat radiating off of both of us. Nobody was going to come save us now, so we might as well make the most of it.

"Can I...." Will's voice trailed off, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of not having to ask embarrassing questions.

"Can you what?" I teased.

"Can I, maybe, kiss you?"

"Nope." I popped the 'p'. Before Will could say anything, I pressed my finger to his lips. "My lips are not gonna lose their virginity in a fucking locker."

Will smirked. "Fair enough. But they're gonna get destroyed when we get home."

"Fair enough."