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From Tybalt’s position in the corner of the gym he could see that his family had put on the best dance in the history of Verona High. And the Montagues had the good sense to stay home. They could tell when they weren’t wanted.
Most of them, anyways. He scowled at the snack table, where Benvolio was munching on chips and the famous Capulet family bean dip.
Benvolio looked up and lifted his hand in a tiny wave. Tybalt looked over his shoulder. Was there another one here? He couldn’t see anything out of place.
Maybe he was flirting with the Spanish exchange student. The Montagues were all homos-- that Romeo was practically a girl. Any faggot would be interested in that boy, what was his name? Tybalt hadn’t really been paying attention. Something like Antonio Hernandez Carriedo. He had nice hair, stylish but messy. Tybalt was jealous of all the attention he got.
Tybalt’s felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Hello.” It was Benvolio.
“Montague.” Tybalt acknowledged him with a curt nod and looked back at the crowd. Antonio was still there, talking to Tybalt’s brother Lovino.
“Lovely dance,” Benvolio said.
“Better than anything your family could do.” If Antonio was friends with Lovino now, maybe Tybalt would see him around a bit. He seemed like a pretty cool guy.
“Of course,” Benvolio said. “The Capulets are always better. Richer, smarter, stronger, kinder. And better-looking.” He reached out and stroked a finger down Tybalt’s cheek. “Can’t argue with that last.”
Tybalt flushed with fury at having his space invaded -- by a Montague, no less. “Don’t mock me!” He whirled to face Benvolio, whose brown hair curled to perfectly frame his face. His eyes were brown too, a deep, magnetic brown, which is something Tybalt did not care at all about, because he was too angry. And what did he care if boys were good looking, anyways?
“I meant it. You really are very pretty.” Benvolio slid a bit closer.
“What are you, a f--” The end of Tybalt’s sentence disappeared into a sigh under the soft pressure of Benvolio’s lips. It was a quick kiss. Much too quick for anyone to see.
“I couldn’t quite catch the end of your sentence, but I think that the answer would be yes.”
Tybalt could only stare. Benvolio smiled and took his hand.
“You want to go somewhere?” He took a step backwards, towards the door, then another, beginning to tug Tybalt along with him.
“Where?” Tybalt heard himself say.
“Wherever you like. The math room? The chem lab? The broom closet?” Benvolio grinned as the two of them walked toward the door. Side by side. Tybalt realized that they were holding hands.
This was really bad. Tybalt didn’t like boys; he was better than that. He shouldn’t let Benvolio get the wrong idea. He felt his chest grow warm and constrict. With guilt.
He went with Benvolio anyways.