Please Don't Forget Me

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Please don’t forget me (boyxboy)

*Max*

“Maximus Delaney! Stop that, right now! Detention!”

Aw, man. Shit got real.

More detentions.

And my whole name was used!

So embarrassing.

Pssh, wasn’t even my fault. I was press-ganged into it. Yeah...Sleeping Simon’s arm was just begging to be drawn on! The fact that the drawing kinda reflected my needs – ahem – doesn’t matter...I was possessed! Yeah...

I’m not fooling anyone, am I?

Didn’t think so.

Sighing, I slumped back in my usual position, sunk low in my chair with my long legs sticking out in front of me, twiddling my pen, not listening to the teacher. Actually, it was a miracle I even had a pen. Although, obviously, I’d rather use it for drawing penises on people’s arms than actual work.

This lesson was taking eternity. I just wanted it to be over with already! I sighed, doodling on the table. More penises. Yes, I was a horny guy. A horny bisexual guy. With a crush on...

Damnit! I told myself I wouldn’t think about him because...well it ends up with me being very flustered. Ahem.

Finally. The bell. The sound that could either be loved or hated. Depending on what time of day it was. At the moment, loved; food time, people! If there was one thing I loved more than penis, it was food.

Sighing in relief, I stood up, put my pen in my pocket – I rarely brought anything else to school – and strolled casually out, free of the lovely subject we call English literature. I wondered vaguely when my detention was then shrugged, and not internally. It didn’t matter. I wouldn’t show up anyway.

I walked into the lunch hall and my gaze roamed around. I didn’t really have one group of best friends. I had several group of friends, but no close friends.

But we won’t worry; I sauntered over to a group of friends, hips swinging slightly, with a smirk on my face.

“Good afternoon, my lovely people, you will be pleased to know that today, I have decided to grace you with my presence,” I grinned.

Thomas laughed, while Davey and James high fived me and Susan rolled her eyes. I sat and talked with them for a bit, occasionally stealing tidbits of food – we never had food or money in our house – and then my gaze wandered round.

What I saw almost made me choke on my muffin.

Adam. Freaking. Davis.

 

And his sweet, sweet ass.

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