Chapter Title: Fire Drill

Marvin's POV

I swear it took me everything in my power to say hello to him. I just felt this, good, sort of vibe from him. NO HOMO THOUGH, gays are disgusting.

"I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie, you're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh. Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the eff I is...."

"O-Oh, hello. I'm Tyler."

He gave me a warm smile, I proceeded to give him one back.

All of a sudden, I heard my coach blow a whistle, and he told us to put all the balls away. As everyone rushed to the ball cart, I could feel someone tap my back.

"Marvin, right? I think we should get in the lines? There's like 3."

My eyes widened. He was basically inviting me, to sit with him? We literally just met.

I nodded my head, and as we walked to the back of the center line, I noticed something, just ridiculous.

They stopped playing Nicki. Now where's my badass walk? Without Nicki, there is no badass walk.

Oh well. Tyler and I sat, and watched as Coach Marc, I think that's his name, discuss what was going to happen this week.

Tyler's POV

Im glad that Coach Marc got to the point quickly. It was starting to get a bit boring, especially without the Nicki Minaj.

Marvin and I stood next to each other to start stretching. The older kids had already started. We were about to start until I heard a quite irritating sound. Yes, more irritating than Pop Smoke.

I know I'm a boy, but Nicki's always been cooler to me than rappers like Pop Smoke. 

The word cool again....it's nothing.

Marvin looked at me, and I looked back. It was the fire alarm, I didn't know why we were having a fire drill now, but it looked like we both had the same idea.

"Oh naw, we gotta go?" we said in sync.

"Nicki Minaj?" Marvin said.

"Yeah," I sighed out as we exited the building.

He was the slowest motherfucker I've ever seen, so I took his hand and dragged him out the building.

BOTH OF THEIR POVS

We're holding fucking hands. Wow. STILL NO HOMO I AM STRAIGHT. Straight as a piece of paper. Yeah.

Anyways. HE KNOWS NICKI. THAT'S, THAT'S UH, ASTRONOMICAL.

"Yeah. We might have to settle with a word other than cool."