John Pov
I grabbed my phone, watching the clock. I woke up early and decided to be a dick, so I went to wake up Alex. Then I remembered Alex literally doesn't sleep so there was no real dick move there.

I kinda just went into his room and muttered, "Oh."

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you need asshole?"
He asked.

"Nothin' I was just..
did you go to sleep last night?"
I asked.

"Well you see, I slept on the couch for about two hours and then I would have swore I heard a crash from my room, and so I go in here and everything is fine. I looked around, and there's no sign of the giant ass spider. So...
I kind of just stayed in here for the rest of the night." Alex shrugged.

"Anyway, we have class in two hours."
I told him.

"..yeah.
I know."
Alex replied.

"What do you want to do?"
I asked.

"We could go downtown and do shit there," He suggested.

I thought about it for a moment before shrugging and giving a nod.

"Sounds good."
I said.

"Gimme five minutes, aight?"
Alex hummed.

"Of course,"
I said, leaving his room and shutting the door.

I went to my room,
sighing.

I finished the essay I was writing which is nice.

I heard something come from Alex's room and assumed that he was being an idiot and managed to trip on nothing.

I walked out of my room and into the living room, where Alex was putting on his shoes.

"You know, I really shouldn't have gotten in a fight last night." Alex said.

"Right. Drunk Alex told me about that." I told him.

"He did? Damn I must've left out the part where I got a fucking black eye." Alex grumbled, eyebrows furrowed.

"You got a black eye?.."
I trailed off.

He looked up to me, giving me a glare only formable by Alexander Hamilton. I saw bruise in a ring around his eye, a small cut bordering the bruise.

"Oh shit he got you good,"
I said in surprise.

"Yeah he did."
Alex muttered, going back to tying his shoes.

"You usually are better at fighting,"
I noted.

"Yeah, well I was tipsy and unaware of why I was fighting in the first place and for half of the fight I thought I was punching the air so fuck off."
Alex hissed.

I put my hands up in surrender, with an eyebrow raised.

He glanced to me and rolled his eyes, muttering, "Shut up prick."

"I didn't say anything,"
I told him.

"Your face spoke a thousand words and all of them words were judging me."
He said, getting up.

I snickered, rolling my eyes.

"Okay so now shut up."
Alex said, glaring at me.

"You're an idiot." I said.
"So are you fucktart." He shot back.

I rolled my eyes, heading to the door.
I glanced back to Alex, who sighed, fiddling with his hands for a second before following me out.

~•~•~•~•~

Alex and I walked side by side, occasionally muttering about how we hated someone that looked our direction with a look of disgust in their eyes.

A lot of people don't particularly like us. Sure, they don't ever say anything because they know Alex will fucking go insane and they know I'll beat the shit out of the first person to make Alex go insane so they don't say anything.

Simple as that honestly.

As soon as we were off campus,
Alex muttered,
"Thank the fucking God's I'm not near one of those degenerate wastes of oxygen anymore."

I snickered, running a hand through my hair, glancing to Alex.

His black eye was the first things I noticed, but I looked past that to try and figure out what he could be thinking.

His eyes quickly darted from one area to the next, not nervously but more inspecting though we've walked this route many times in our year at Kings.

Then I saw his eyes lock on something and he sneered, raising an eyebrow.

"Hm?"
I hummed questioningly.

He nudged his head towards some guys catcalling a girl.

"Fuckin' assholes."
He muttered.

"Why do people even do that?" I asked.

"Dunno. There's no reason to justify it." Alex said, still glaring at the three boys whistling and calling to a girl.

They looked younger than us, around eighteen, nineteen maybe.

Probably freshmen if they're going to Kings but I highly doubt it.

"Wanna go scold them and tell em to quit it?" Alex asked, his thumb looped around the belt loop in his jeans.

"Sure. We don't throw punches if they don't, got it?" I said, fully aware Alex is known to get in fights no matter the circumstance.

I guess not no matter the circumstance, because he wouldn't like..
fight a woman or hurt a kid, but any asshole that steps to the plate and isn't a minor or a girl, they're gonna get soaked.

"Ay! Shut up ya cunts!"
Alex called.

One of them flipped him off and Alex rolled up his sleeves, muttering something under his breath.

I grabbed his arm,
shaking my head.

"Aw your boyfriend gonna hold ya back?!" One of them shouted.

Then I rolled up my sleeves and we both sprinted across the street, careful not to get hit by..
you know..
fucking cars.

"Ay, you got a problem mate?"
One of them asked Alex, shoving him a bit.

"Yeah, I gots a problem. That girl ain't gonna do shit with ya if you're gonna catcall her," Alex hissed.

I wanted to correct his grammar but quickly realized now wasn't the time to do that sort of thing.

"You know from experience?"
One of them asked.

"Nah mate, I have a thing called 'dignity' and a little dash of 'kindness' those two terms kind of give you some common sense." Alex retaliated.

He's good at this.
Does he do this often?
I wouldn't be too surprised honestly.

One of them scoffed and laughed a bit. "This asshole, tellin' me he's got common sense. I think the fuck not," One of them said to the other, glaring at Alex.

"Hey, shit stain, stop trying to be a smart ass. A regular ass suits you just fine. If ya can even afford a suit."
I growled, crossing my arms.

All the little smirks dropped from their faces.

Let's just say, Alex and I walked away bleeding fists,
eyes narrowed,
jaws clenched and get this;
we weren't even late for class.

~•~•~•~

1. Full Name?
..
Yeah no-

2 Bestfriend?
Qwinnlynn.

3. Current relationship status?
Takennnn-

4. How tall are you?
Don't laugh.
4"10.

5. 3 things you love?
a. My dog
b. My girlfriend.
c. My friends.

7. 3 things that make you happy?
See the question above,

8. Celebrity crushes?
Anthony Ramos.
Lol that's gay-

9. Turn on's?
Does..
does this mean kinks?
UMm...nOne-

10. Scary movies or happy endings?
Depends on my mood honestly.

11. Favorite perfume?
I don't wear perfume-

12. Can you cook?
Do pop tarts count?

13. Do you miss anyone?
My friends Serena and Mikayla.
One moved to London and the other to Georgia.

14. Zodiac?
Aquarius.

15. How you feel right now?
I got sent home for being sick.
So not too fucking amazing-

16. Favorite Movie?
Nice guys.

17. Favorite songs?
First Burn, Brooklyn's here and The Boy In The Bubble.

18. Three things that upset you?
    a. Dysphoria
    b. Assholes
    c. Life.

19. Favorite food?
..pop tarts.

20. How many piercings/tattoos?
A grand total of none.

21. Turn offs?
I mean I assume the off button-

22. Computer or TV?
Computer.
I got Netflix on that shit.

23. Last time you cried?
I..don't know actually.

24. Do you speak any other languages?
French and I took Spanish for a while.

25. Favorite TV show?
Game of thrones.