Your Take On Forever

Randy sat back in his seat and paid attention, something he had been doing more and more frequently.

John was surprised to see Randy paying attention. He mentally shrugged and continued to take notes.

Randy bit his lip as he took the notes. His handwriting was so neat that it was scary. A lot of the time, people thought that he was a girl when they read his papers until they saw it was him.

John glanced at Randy's paper. "Damn, it looks like someone typed on your paper instead of wrote." He chuckled. John had neat handwriting but Randy's was... girly and ridiculously neat.

"Oh, shut up," Randy said, hiding his paper from John. Most the time, he wrote messily on purpose but in his notes, he wrote normally.

John laughed. "Don't be embarrassed by your girly handwriting." He chuckled, peeking again at Randy's paper.

Randy glared at him. "Fuck off," he growled, his anger flaring. He always got mad when he was embarrassed.

John rolled his eyes. "DOn't be such an ass. I was only kidding." He huffed. He snatched his books, carrying them himself when the bell rang, leaving Randy and walking by himself to his next class.

Randy sighed, running a hand over his face. He seriously needed to have better control of his temper. This was getting ridiculous.

He walked to his next class and sat down next John, biting his lip. He figured John was probably angry with him now. He was an ass.

John glanced t Randy and sighed. "I'm not mad... you just... frustrate me." He said, leaned over and kissing Randy's cheek. "I love you... I promise I'm not mad." He murmured.

Randy looked at him and smiled. "Sorry," he said before looking up front and paying attention again.

John smiled before paying attention as well, glad their argument was over.

Randy took the notes, biting his lip as his eyes scanned the board as well as his paper.

John finished taking the notes early like always. He glanced at Randy. Looks like his little deal with the sex was working.

Randy had long been finished with the notes and was currently doodling on the top of the paper.

John sighed, his fingers dancing over Randy's thigh. "I'm bored." He mumbled.

"Me too," Randy said, glancing at John but kept doodling.

John moved his hand closer to Randy's crotch. "Then do something about it."

Randy bit his lip. "John, don't," he hissed quietly, looking around.

John rolled his eyes. "You're no fun." He huffed.

"Sorry I don't want to embarrass myself in front of the entire class," Randy rolled his eyes,

John shrugged. "Didn't know you get embarrassed." He chuckled.

Randy rolled his eyes. "Doesn't happen often."

"Will you quite rolling your eyes at me? It's rude." John huffed.

"Oh, deal with it," Randy said, going back to his doodling.