#bitter-ler

One was always watching him. He didn't think there was a time when anyone wasn't looking at Swag; he was extremely loud, flashy, and obnoxious. So naturally, he noticed the antisocial kid that was always with him, trailing after the flamboyant boy like a lovesick puppy. He was so defensive and zero self confidence and even less self worth. Whereas Swag constantly demanded his attention, or anyone's really, Bitter fought to never get noticed. It only made One notice him more.

So when Bitter finally said something to Swag, and the flamboyant boy turned him down, he noticed. He noticed how Swag still had him right at his heels, how Bitter looked like he was about to break down and cry. That's when he intervened. 

"Hey Swag. Sup?" He nodded at the two as he walked toward them. He could practically feel Nightmare's sneer as he did. 

"Whoa you're coming to talk to us out here Drippylips? What will you're boyfriend think?" He snickered loudly. "OH! right so I don't think you've ever been introduced before? This is Butts...I mean Bitter, and that's One."

The other boy flushed slightly at the attention. "Yeah I know who he is."

One smirked as the boy avoided his gaze, brushing his hand over his ass and groping him. Bitter yelped and glared him, a dark blush on his face. "No wonder you call him Butts, he's got a nice ass."

Swag stared in disbelief, then laughed. "Right Drippylips, I got places to be now, you take care of Butts for me. Entre's got some fucking explaining to do, givin' me an F. Ugh. Later stupid babies." He skipped off down the hallways and into Entre's classroom, an obvious 'click' heard from the lock.

Bitter glared and crossed his arms, leaning against the lockers and muttering under his breath. "Fuckin' teacher, doesn't he have anything better to do than prey on his students." One snickered, trapping the other boy between his arms.

"So, I think it's rather bittersweet how you watch Swag and I watch you." He smirked and leaned in close, trapping him further by pressing his body against the other's.

"I don't- I- What?!" He glared at him, confusion clear in his eyes. One just chuckled and leaned in, pressing his lips to the slightly shorter teen's. He made a weak attempt at shoving him off, but stilled, not quite sure what to do. One pulled back, grinning devilishly.

"To put in simple terms, I like you. You're not obnoxious, and you understand when things don't need to be said. Go out with me."