Boxers Laced in Irony

chapter 1

  It was a typical slow paced day in november at school when his world came crashing down before him.

  Robin had always been one of the smartest of his large friend group. He was one of the popular kids, known for their weekly parties that lasted hours into the dark night, for their callous personalities, or for their tedious smoking sessions in the school's bathroom stalls. He was ironically one of the chosen honor students, along with few of his other friends, out of which were Yves and Rey. You never saw one of them without the other unless they were forced to part ways. Inseparable, they were. Their loud obnoxious laughs always echoed in the room that they happened to be in, as if in an attempt to assert their presence there.

   Robin was sitting at his desk in the back of the classroom, the sun glinting off his dark brown hair and ocean blue eyes, causing him to squint and frown in discomfort. He turned his head to look at Rey, who was sitting next to the window, tapping his foot on the ground in a rhythmic pattern, gnawing at his lips as if something was tormenting him. Rey saw Robin looking at him from the corner of his eye and stopped fidgeting as Robin motioned to him to close the curtains, which he did right afterwards.

   Rey was by far the tallest one between him, Robin and Yves, he had a shaved head, brown eyes and a slender figure that flattered him well. Just like Yves, Rey's strong points were math and physics whereas Robin had more potential in biology but nonetheless excelled in other subjects. Yves was seated at the front of the class, which made all three's desk positions form a perfect triangle. The principal had them seated far apart for them not to create any disturbances, but seating plans never stopped them from interacting and thus getting aggravated reactions out of their teachers.

   The bell rang, after an unbearably long chemistry class, indicating lunch time. Robin, Yves and Rey stood up and made their way out of the class to the corner they usually hang out at during breaks.
"Did you bring it with you?", asked yves.
Robin didn't even bother with a reply as a sly smirk made its way to his face and he pulled out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

  This was their daily ritual, hiding out of sight from the school's security cameras and huddling up together to smoke until the bell rang again. Yves took the pack from Robin's hand and pulled out a single cigarette before handing the pack back to his friend. Yves parted his lips, placing the cigarette between them, and watched as Rey pulled out a lighter and made to light the cigarette for him. It took no more than 5 seconds for the cigarette to be lit and for Rey to pull back his hand, but for Yves it felt like a lifetime. Robin noticed Yves's body tensing up when Rey's fingers accidentally brushed against his chin as he lit the cigarette, but made no comment on it, maintaining his everlasting indifferent personna. Yves seemed planted to the ground, frozen in time and space, until robin's voice telling him to pass the cigarette brought him back to reality. Yves then pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, smoke making its way out of it, as he handed the cigarette over and tried to process what just happened.

  He couldn't grasp why he felt butterflies at the slight touch of his friend's fingers against his skin, or why he couldnt shake the image of Rey's eyes, only a couple of centimeters away from his, focused on the lighter and the tip of the cigarette. If he didn't know any better, he'd say it turned him on, not enough to make his body react in a way he wouldn't wish it to in front of his friends, but in a way that made his mind buzz with questions. This was Rey, one of his closest friends. For him to be thinking that way about him was pure blasphemy. Yves shook his head, trying to rid himself of these thoughts that threatened to shatter whatever ounce of sanity he's been keeping together for as long as he can remember. He lifted his head and saw Rey looking at him, a puzzled look on his face, and quickly turned away before Rey could see the flustered look on his own face.

"I'm.. uh.. I'm gonna go to the bathroom.", declared Yves as he started walking away.
"alright but dont blame us if we finish smoking this before you're back.", said Rey in return.

  His voice, gradually getting tuned out by the distance, only made Yves walk faster towards whatever sense of safety this place could provide him to sort out his thoughts.
As he opened the door leading to the two bathrooms at the end of the hall, he bumped into someone walking in the opposite direction. He backed away apologetically and recognized her as the girl he had been hooking up with for the past month. Him being a senior, she was a sophomore with long straight blonde hair, big hazel eyes, a button nose, and full lips. Some might say she was an airhead, exactly his type.

"Hi", she said, flirtaciously, placing a strand of her hair behind her pierced ear.

  Yves tried but couldnt muster up any words, what with his mind all over the place, so he simply grabbed her hand and led her with him to the bathroom stall he was planning to allow himself a breather in. He locked the stall door and in one swift motion had her back against the wall as he stared at her, lust coating his eyes. What she didn't know tho, was that the lust she saw in his eyes wasn't intended for her. Yves bent down and locked his lips with hers, one of his hands grabbing the side of her face, his thumb caressing the spot on her chin where Rey's fingers had touched him a few minutes ago.

  She slightly opened her mouth in an attempt to let out a moan but he quickly suppressed it by sliding his tongue in, intertwining with hers. He couldn't allow for them to be caught or else he'd be giving the principal yet another reason to call his parents, something he didn't need added to his plate.  His other hand trailed down her body, sliding over her chest and then resting on her hips.

  He couldn't help but compare her body to Rey's, which he had seen many times when they worked out at the gym together. Rey's body was muscular, toned, and rough, all of which this girl's body was not. He took his hand off her hip and placed it on the tiled yellow walls behind her, the closest thing to a ripped body that he could touch right now. Her, on the other hand, had her arms hooked around his neck, feeling it move everytime they parted the kiss and resumed, occasionally slipping her fingers in his blonde hair. That brought back memories of Rey playfully yanking on his hair when they were playing video games at his house and the match got heated. He couldn't help but feel his body heat up at that memory, now being reenacted by this girl who could never be his friend. But that didn't stop him from imagining her as him, which caused his kisses to become more aggressive, the hunger behind them one he had never felt until now. He was hungry for something he could never have, or at least he would never allow himself to have.