Fox (mxm) (Rever series 1)

Fox 34

School was far more interesting than he'd thought it would be, considering what he'd heard over the years. Flipping the pencil about between his fingers, he stared at the teacher, taking in the information she offered with little effort. Every few minutes he'd write down a note that he wanted to glance over another time, but most of the lesson was quite simple. 

It was over before he knew it, just like the other classes he enjoyed. History definitely wasn't his strong suit, but he didn't mind learning it. No knowledge was ever wasted. 

Tucking his notebook and pencil into his small backpack, he stood up and made his way out of the classroom. The other classes that were being held for the normal students still had a few minutes before they were dismissed, allowing the special needs kids to get to the cafeteria first and retrieve what they wanted for lunch before it got stressfully crowded. 

Fox only had one class left, and it wasn't till a bit after lunch, but if he tried to walk home, he'd have to return soon after he arrived. Even if he got to see Owen, which was rare during that time of day, it wouldn't really make sense to go. That, and Owen had chastised him last time for not eating lunch. 

He hurried through the massive building, weaving around tables and chairs to duck inside to one of the serving lines. The food definitely wasn't up to par with Owen's cooking, and Amos was shockingly great at it, too, but he would eat it. They had offered to pack him lunches during his schooling days, but after he saw how busy they were themselves, he had told them that the food at school wasn't bad. 

He got himself a small square pepperoni pizza and a bottle of water. After paying, he ducked out of the cafeteria as students began to file in. A short time later he slipped into a classroom he knew would be empty for the next hour or so, allowing him to sit down and start his small lunch in peace. 

Unfortunately, today was evidently not the day he got his time to recharge between classes. The handle for the door creaked open, drawing his eyes up away from his pizza. Two boys and a girl walked in that appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen. They were talking about something at first, but when one of them noticed Fox sitting in one of the far desks, they all paused in their conversation, leaving the only sound in the room that of the door slowly clicking shut. 

A text from his phone was the first thing to break the silence, and Fox immediately checked it. Owen and Amos both checked on him during lunch. Amos was the first chime, and just like clockwork, a notification from Owen came in a moment later. He had a feeling that they had been glancing at his phone, since he never bothered locking it, to see who was texting earlier, and then remembered to text a tiny bit earlier the next day to try and be the first one. 

It's cute. 

"Can you hear us, kid?" 

Blinking, Fox realized that the group had gotten closer and was trying to talk to him. One sat on the desk in front of the one he had taken, while the girl was standing leaning against one to his right, with the second boy on top of the one behind him. They were uncomfortably close. 

"He's one of the special needs kids, isn't he?" the girl asked, making the boys pause for a moment before one nodded. 

"Yeah, you're right. I remember seeing him go to those classrooms."

Fox looked down at the piece of pizza he'd only taken a few bites out of, then mentally shrugged and looked back up. He hadn't really wanted it to begin with, but he'd promised Amos and Owen that he'd eat lunch every day. Setting it back down, he looked to the boy who had spoken to him first. 

"I can hear you." 

The boy's confused expression turned to one of intrigue as he reached forward and took a piece of Fox's tiny pizza. He took a bite, then reached forward with the bitten piece and nudged it against Fox's lips.