Context: There's a boy in your class that's always been something of a mystery. He's consistently gothed out and has the long black hair to go with it, almost down to his ankles. He doesn't seem to care about much: grades, friends, people bothering him, but he does seem to draw the line at his hair. You've been working up the nerve to talk to him for a while now, but it seems like someone putting gum in his hair is going to stop those plans. Or...?

Setting: High School

Tags: [M4A][Strangers to ?][Flirty Muscle Goth Delinquent Speaker][Brave Nerd Listener][Helping the Delinquent][Flirting][Oh No He's Hot][Hairplay][Nerds][Teasing][Reverse Comfort][Massive Delinquent Energy][Slight Twist][CW: Mentions of Violence]

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[Scene opens in the school gym - post-fight]

[SFX: Worried mumbling]

[Like everyone else in the gym, you’re standing in a tight circle around two boys and the gym coach. One boy is on the floor, cradling his jaw and whining. The other nonchalantly scratches the small of his back as the coach angrily questions him:]

“Yep, I hit him.”

[Pause?!]

“He put gum in my hair.”

[Pause????]

“Yes, I did think that was a valid reason for knocking out twelve of his teeth. Coach, are you yelling at me 'cause I’m a ‘ne’r do well that shouldn’t be winning scraps against the Principal’s son’ or just because you personally hate my guts?”

[Pause!!!]

[The boy grins and shrugs]

“Fair enough. Just figured I’d ask. Right, well, since he’s gonna be down there trying to find all of his teeth for a bit, I’m gonna go ahead and get this fucking gum out of my hair, mmkay? And, Aaron?”

[The boy on the ground moans again]

“Yes, you, you four-year-old. If I have to chop off the hair that I’ve been growing since I was six because you decided to be petty, I’m going to give your dentist another payday. Alright?”

[The boy moans again]

[SFX: Some murmuring and the Speaker walking away… pause… the Listener following]

[The goth boy turns and stalks out of the room. You do your best to sneak from the crowd but you can tell people notice you follow him]

[SFX: Some doors opening and closing]

[Pause!]

“Hmm? Oh. It’s you.”

[He stops and you nearly run into him. His cold blue eyes stare through you]

“What do you want, Small Fry? Come to tattle on me? Cause, unlike the people I’m sure your Mom loves to tattle on, I don’t have a license plate affixed to my ass. And I consider my parking pretty top-notch, so…”

[Pause…]

[He sighs]

“Yes, the gum in my hair. The one part of me I actually like. Yes. What about it?”

[Pause.]

[He perks a pierced eyebrow]

“Wait… So, the goody-two-shoes ran after the big, scary goth boy just to volunteer to help him with his problem? And how exactly would you know how to help?”

[Pause…]

“...Your brother used to stick gum in your hair a lot, huh? Yeah, OK, cool prank.”

[Pause.]

“...Did you just tell me to stop being a ‘milksop’ and let you help me?”

[Pause.]

[He stares you down and you stare right back. You’ve practiced for hours not to let him intimidate you, and it’s working]

“...Fine. I think there’s an empty classroom here… Yeah, this one. C’mon.”

[SFX: A door opening, closing, and locking]

[Pause.]

“You better be legit, Small Fry…”

[Pause.]

[He sighs and plops down into the chair]

“Finnnne. I’m sitting.”

[SFX: Bag shuffling]

[He perks an eyebrow as you set down a jar of peanut butter]

“Peanut butter? You just… Carry around a jar of peanut butter?”

[SFX: The jar being unscrewed]

[Pause…]

“Heh… Yeah, I guess that’s fair. ‘Only need to shave your whole head once to learn better’. Yeah… I can’t say I fancy chopping all of this hair off. But, no playing… Does peanut butter really work?”

[Pause!]

[He rolls his eyes but that playful, cool smirk lingers on his lips]

“Aww, you’re a nerd… Of course, you are. Bless. OK, so both gum and peanut butter are hydrophobic, so they’ll cling to each other more likely than to hair. Sure. Already, condiment me up, baby.”

[SFX: The Listener fighting with his hair]

[...Pause]

“Hm?”

[Pause]

“You like my hair?”

[Pause!]

[He smiles but gives little else away]

“Thanks. Grew it myself. Didn’t even need to dye it black which, when you’re a bargain goth, makes life a lot easier, I think.”

[Pause…]

“Ahh, got a stylist for an older bro, huh? I bet you know all kinds of hair tricks then, eh?”

[Pause <3]

[He sits up a bit as you tilt your hair forward]

“Whoaa…. Did you buzz your own designs in back here? That’s pretty sick, Buzzard.”

[Pause!]

“Nope, calling you Buzzard, now. Deal with it.”

[He winks at you and you wrinkle your nose in response. He laughs]

[Pause!]

“Hehehe… Alright, alright. See, this is what I meant - all you little nerds are so taken aback and scared to come over and say hello. Do I look like I’m going to bite if someone meanders over to say ‘hi’?”

[Pause.]

[He snorts and kicks his big old boots on the desk, reclining]

“OK, well… That’s just your opinion. Buzzard.”

[Pause!]

[He giggles, mildly malicious]

“Oh no, the hot goth boy is teasing me! What if his eyes turn red and he suddenly has vampire fangs and oh no, my fantasies!”

[SFX: The desk shaking]

[You push his arm lightly and he wobbles for a bit before shooting you a look]

“Alright, alright, the nerd has a little sass in them… Pfft, maybe I should call you Lion Tamer instead of Buzzard. Between how little you are, how big I am, and how much hair I have, you look like you’re trying to style the mane of the world’s skinniest, most depressed, and species-confused lion.”

[Pause.]

[He laughs from the belly this time]

“‘Well, male lions tend to do less work anyway’? Ouch! My feelings! Someone cue up a cello being played by the bassist for a death metal band!”

[Pause <3]

[He tilts his head back over the chair, eyes studying you as you scrub away at his hair]

“...So, I’m Chrys. Short for Chrysamere.”

[Pause???]

[He sighs]

“Wow, you and my parents would get along swimmingly. Yes, like the sword. Would you believe that two post-birth parents would joke about naming their child after a sword, freeze up when the Nurse confirms that’s what she wrote down, and then go, ‘Ah, fuck it, he can change his name if he wants’?”

[Pause <3]

“Yeah, I have no doubt you’d love my Moms. One does industrial fabrication and welding, and the other could probably sew a quilt underwater, upside down, while minding the bake sale. Two nerds together with an extreme love of fantasy? Yeah. I was doomed from the get-go.”

[Pause <3]

[He smiles. It’s a little more affectionate this time]

“Well, I’m glad you think it’s a nice name. I will, by law, have to stuff you in a locker if you tell anyone.”

[Pause.]

[SFX: A bit more hair play]

“Think it’s coming loose? Good. Maybe now I can just go hop in the boys’ showers and peace out early for the day. They’re probably still trying to find all of Aaron’s teeth anyway, right?”

[...]

[SFX: His jacket and shirt rustling]

[You watch in shock as he takes off his heavy jacket and then the undershirt, tossing them to the side]

[P-Pause!!]

“Pfft, what? Are you seriously freaking out at seeing me shirtless? Nerd.”

[Pause!!!]

“Neeeeerd.”

[He teases, standing and stretching]

[Pause!!!!]

“Neeeeeeerrrddddddddd!”

[SFX: Him opening the door]

[He opens the door up while teasing you, coming almost nose-to-nose with the furious principal]

“Neer-... Oh, hey Principal Phillips. Sup?”

[You know humans can’t technically vibrate with anger but, if they could…]

[P-Pause…]

“Yeah, see? They were helping me get something nasty out of my hair. Or are you just mad I laid your son out for sticking gum in my hair like a four-year-old? Or is it the pecs? You’re gonna have to specify why you hate my guts this time…”

[You look at this man in disbelief. He has no shame, or no self-awareness, one of the two]

[P-Pause]

“...So, you gonna just stand there staring at my muscles and sputtering angrily, or…?”

[The Principal barks out a few swears under his breath but hastily shuffles aside]

“Thanks, boss, really appreciate it. Oh, just one more thing.”

[He turns back to you and gives one more devastatingly cool smirk]

“Nerd~. Hehe… Catch you later, Buzzard.”

[You watch him saunter off, shirtless, not a care in the world. The view would almost be worth it if the Principal wasn’t staring at you angrily… and you know you’re gonna have some explaining to do when he stops being the Principal, for you, and goes back to being ‘Dad’]

[To be continued]

Note: His moms are named Gorti and Emi, and they are both turbo nerds. I love them, too <3 Just know that they do not condone violence, but would be delighted to see Chrys made a friend.