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The final bell ringed and all of Evan’s students jumped up to leave. They had all been slowly packing up for the past 30 minutes.
“Guys! You know the bell doesn’t dismiss you!” Spoke Evan to a quickly emptying room. Nobody stopped in their escape but a few of his more prudent students gave him a quick glance back.
“Please actually do the reading! Or at least read a summary…” He begged. And in no less than 30 seconds he was alone. He huffed to himself and got to work.
Unlike his students, Evan took his time in packing up, making sure that his room wasn’t left in such disarray as to anger the janitor (again). He turned on one of his playlists and began cleaning up. It was Friday so he took that few extra minutes to make his life on Monday that much easier (as he would definitely be running late), setting up his plans for the next week.
If he cleaned to the beat of the song well, that was nobody’s business but his own.
“Fruit loop!” Markie burst through the door with all the elegance of a newborn giraffe.
Shit.
“Markie! I thought I told you to stop calling me that?” If Evan jumped at being spooked by his coworker… that was also his own business.
“Yeah yeah, hey listen…” Markie jogged over and put his arm around Evan, tapping on his chest like he was one to do. Evan honestly wasn’t used to having a straight guy friend be so… touchy with him. Usually Markies type stopped with the “bro hugs” once they found out he was gay. Markie however seemed to be incapable of communicating without the constant contact. Seriously, how was he the one constantly under scrutiny?
“…so you in?”
“Uhhh,”
“You weren’t listening to a thing I said were you?”
“I was! But could you just explain it one more time?”
Markie squeezed his shoulder and began walking him out of the classroom.
“Wait wait- we’re are you leading me?”
Markie only shrugged. Evan sighed dramatically and grabbed his “man purse”. He then stood expectantly in front of Markie waiting for him to continue his unique way of guiding him around like a blind dog.
“Basically you're gonna be my cock block!” Markie spoke with pure enthusiasm and pride. It was the same tone he used when he thought he was being “woke”. It would’ve been cute if he had said anything else and… if he wasn’t markie.
“I’m sorry?”
“No problem man! Let’s just head to the bar!… you are free aren’t you?”
“Am I free on a Friday night?!” Evan took offense at the idea that his nightlife wasn’t outstanding. He was gay after all…
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“Yeah I’m free.”
“Perfect! We’ll take my car, I don’t want you touching my ass on your little bike.”
“What makes you think we could even fit on my bike?!”
“Jesus Evan lighten up! Looks like you need a drink more then me.”
And their Evan went, into markies surprisingly clean car and hoping he wasn’t about to get human trafficked. He was surprised when he saw a familiar face meet him in the backseat.
“Gwen?!”