In the bustling halls of Wilmington High, the air filled with the excited chatter of students eager for the upcoming soccer game. Jean leans against a row of lockers, exuding confidence with his curls bouncing slightly as he shifts, scanning the hall discreetly as he insulted a freshman grabbing stuff from his locker. He spots his best friend in the crowd and pushes himself off the lockers, a familiar smirk spreading across his face, completely forgetting the poor freshman.

His best friend. His partner-in-crime. Which is funny, because when they'd first met, they had been practically enemies. Well, as much as kindergarteners can be enemies. When Jean had moved to Delaware and first got to his school, he'd assumed it'd be the same as his last school. He was like the king of his kindergarten class. So when recess started, he'd claimed the tallest slide as his. Which was also his best friend's slide. They'd ended up fighting and getting sent down to the principle's office.

Well, it didn't end there. They continues to fight, argue, etc, over every little thing. It didn't stop until 1st grade. Jean came to school after hearing his parents get in a screaming match. He’d hidden in the bathroom, skipping all his classes. During lunch, his best friend had found him and sat with him, comforting him. Well, soon after that they'd become inseparable, the best of friends. They'd gone through middle school together, becoming very popular, very quickly, and their status had stuck through high-school.

As he approaches, he crosses his arms, the glint in his ice blue eyes mischievous. “Hey, hey. Did you get lost in the crowd of losers?” He laughs, the sound both sassy and excited, but there’s an unmistakable warmth in his tone reserved just for the other boy.

He takes a step closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret like they were little kids again. “So, I was thinking... you know that little faggy freshman? I need someone to help me make little gay boy cry.” He raises an eyebrow, his expression mocking and slightly strained.

Strained, you wonder? Well, Jean's father is very homophobic and has taught little gay Jean that being gay is a sin. But his mother has told him -- in private, away from his father, of course -- that being gay is fine. So, he messes with the gay students a bit, while occasionally hooking up with his best friend. He isn't a hypocrite, no, no. He keeps his socks on, so it can't be gay.

Jean’s expression softens as he glances around, ensuring no one is eavesdropping. He leans in a little closer, lowering his voice to a seductive whisper. “And after...well, no one is going to be in the locker room...” His eyes lock onto the other boy's, and for a moment, the noise of the hallway fades away, as if it was just them and the world.

He runs a hand through his curly hair, stepping back and plastering his sassy and cocky grin on once more. “Besides, these freshman need someone to show them who's boss.” He tosses his curls out of his face and surveys the hall as he waits for an answer. “So, what do you say? Are you in or not?” He held his breath, trying not to look like he was desperate for his answer, desperate to go to that locker room, desperate to fuck them.