Some Things you shouldn't discuss during Class - 1. Best Friends

"Hey, hey... what are you reading?"

Sandy raised her eyes when Frank pricked her in the arm to get her attention. "Stuff. Good morning, sweetie." She smiled at him as sweet as honey.

"Morning. Come on, what are you reading?"

"Just tell him." Bastien, leaning against the wall next to her, yawned. "Or else he'll be on your balls- and ours- all day long."

"Right." Luke yawned, too, while their classmates, who were waiting with them for permission to go to the chemistry-room, paid no attention to them.

"You asked for it." Sandy shrugged, smiled at Frank and read a couple of sentences from "Dragons don't give a shit about your outdated gender stereotypes".

Frank got red ears, Luke grinned. "Nice book. And that on a Monday morning."

"You know me." She winked at him.

Izzy and Martin, who had apparentely listened with half an ear after all, shook their heads with a grin.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." Mrs. Miller came down the hallway and unlocked the room. As they entered, Frank asked:

"Honestly, how can you read that?"

"What? Gay stuff?" Sandy asked back and when he nodded, she shrugged. "I think the lesbian stuff you like is awful. How can you watch that?" She put her bag on her chair in the last row and started unpacking her stuff. At the long tiled worktable, Frank sat on her left, Bastien and Luke on her right.

"The stuff Frank likes is awful." Luke confirmed dryly before Frank could comment. But, well, he protested anyway:

"Hey! You're only saying that because you-"

"It's okay now. Sit down and shut up," Bastien intervened. As so often, he was the calming influence between them.

Mrs. Miller started the lesson at the teacher's desk and throwing a dark glance towards the back row.

"That's disgusting," Frank whispered to Sandy after a few minutes. "Honestly, it's disgusting. Why do you like it?"

"I've been telling you for ages," She whispered back. "For the same damn reasons you men like lesbians."

"But women have boobs!"

"And guys like Owen have a great six-pack!"

"Me too!"

"You don't!"

"Yes, I have." Under the table, Frank pulled up his shirt a little bit. "Look!"

"Mr. Peterson, you're not sitting in a snogging row like in a cinema," Mrs. Miller remarked dryly from the front.

"Sorry." Frank said softly and blushed.

Sandy giggled, eyes lowered, while Bastien sighed in annoyance. Someone else giggled too.

A few minutes later, Frank started again: "Why are you even reading a porn?"

"It's not porn. It's a serious matter."

Kevin from the row in front of them coughed suppressed. "So, an ass fuck is a serious matter?" he muttered over his shoulder and Mike next to him - gay as hell - glared at him in outrage.

"If it's between a prince and his chivalrous fiancé, then yes."

"Oh God, a prince!" Luke murmured from the side.

Izzy, across the aisle, shook his head silently.

At the blackboard in front, the chalk scratched.

In a whisper Sandy outlined the world events of "How best to use a sword" - Luke got a little laugh at the title and Frank shook his head.

"It's porn with plot. Great."

Mike half turned around. "Will you send me a link to it?"

"Sure." She nodded.

"Miss Callahan, I request you to moderate yourself."

"Sorry, Mrs. Miller."

"Sometimes," Martin said, lying halfway on the table and looking bored, "I wonder if those people over there" - he meant Sandy and Frank - "actually have other things on their minds."

"No," Bastien remarked dryly.

"No," Luke agreed with a chuckle.

"No." Kevin and Mike also said and shook their heads.

"We surely do.", Frank and Sandy said practically simultaneously, one offended, one amused.

"It's eight thirty, you're talking about sex and Frank has already half undressed," Izzy noticed with an eye roll. At that, Maddox, Elena, Adam and Declan, who were sitting in the row in front of him, turned around.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please. Half of you will have gym class later, so you can admire each other in the dressing rooms as you please."

"Sorry." Izzy murmured.

Again Mrs. Miller turned to the schematic on the blackboard, again Sandy tried to explain the complex gay universe to Frank.

"Miss Callahan! If you have something to say-"

"You forgot a proton," she noticed and smiled innocently.

Mrs. Miller sighed, turned around and- "Right. Thanks."

Sandy smiled, Frank smirked, Bastien sighed.

The rest of the advanced chemistry class followed the same pattern, and a quarter of an hour before the bell rang, Mrs. Miller sighed in annoyance.

"I would have thought that combining ions and creating new molecules would be exciting enough, but no..." She shook her head. "Go on, buzz off. You have biology now, don't you?"

Frank and Sandy nodded, because she was looking at them specifically.

"Well, you carry on romping off there. Apparently, I can't expect you to wait until you get home this afternoon."

They blushed. "We are not a couple!"

The laughter all around spoke volumes, nobody believed them anyway.

~

The advanced chemistry class consisted of only twelve people, the advanced biology class of thirty. But this time their regular places were unfortunately right in the middle and Miss Lorelei- the older teacher from the green-alternative-environment section with wooden jewellery and a self-knitted dress, who didn't think much of her own surname- liked Lisa, who sat in the front row right in front of them, and gave them an unpleasant amount of glances.

When she was involved in a discussion on the left side of the room, Frank murmured:

"Okay, fine. I got it. The gay thing turns you on. Great. I'm still not going to watch gay porn with you."

"You don't have to." Sandy mumbled back. "I mean, I'm not gonna watch your lesbian stuff voluntarily."

Behind them, Ben moaned quietly and already annoyed.

"Hey, at least they make us laugh," Stephanie murmured next to him.

"But I don't care what they're into, okay?" Ben was tired and annoyed. If he hadn't been walking around in those horrible gangster-rapper clothes, wearing more jewellery every day than Sandy even owned, she would have been interested.

"And is there anything in this... gay-verse that you don't like?" Frank asked quietly and somehow hopefully.

"Hmm. If you leave aside the cruelties between Sam and Henry... and the abuses between Erik and Edwin... and take the polyamorous orgies between Cal and his friends with a wink... well, Isaac and his double penetrations." Sandy implied a shrug.

Frank made a choking sound.

"Come on, you can't take that seriously anyway. This is fantasy with dragons and magic and hot guys. It's got nothing to do with real life."

She got a skeptical glance.

"That's right, there's no hot guys here." Stephanie muttered amused and squealed when Ben probably slapped her on the arm.

"Besides," Sandy went on, "that's totally unrealistic. Or can you go five times in a row?"

Frank opened his mouth and she could already hear his yes, when he frowned thoughtfully. "No."

"Oh, thank God!" Ben moaned in relief.

Frank turned halfway round. "But at least I can say I tried."

Stephanie snorted a suppressed laugh and Ben buried his face in his hands.

"Mr. Peterson, what exactly were you trying to do?" Miss Lorelei wanted to know at that moment, and Frank blushed.

"Please excuse me, Miss Lorelei..." he muttered embarrassed, "it had nothing to do with the lesson."

"Last thing we need is you doing it during class," muttered someone - Sandy suspected it was Giulia - with an almost vicious undertone, only not quietly enough, because Miss Lorelei's face lit up.

"Aha! Masturbation!"

Frank collapsed in his chair and looked as if he was about to slide under the table, while from all around came either annoyed, amused or embarrassed sighs.

"A most interesting excursus. Yes, well, I think the current topic can wait a bit." Miss Lorelei tugged at her knitted dress and gave each and every one of them a very intense glance. "So, Mr. Peterson, perhaps you'd like to begin with a discussion?"

"No!" he squealed in horror and nudged Sandy. "Hey, you started this shit!"

"Not true at all!" She hissed.

"Miss Callahan?"

"No! No, Miss Lorelei... I... we were talking about... um... a book."

"Ah, erotic literature..."

The rest of the biology class consisted of scientific discussions about sex, eroticism and the like by Miss Lorelei and mostly embarrassed silence on the part of the students.

And of course Frank and Sandy were blamed afterwards and had to endure either hateful glares or mocking laughter for the rest of the day.

"Never again ask me what I'm reading in the early morning," she growled at her best friend as they left the school building in the afternoon.

"No," he agreed and gave her a tired look. "And if I do: just keep your mouth shut. Today has made me lose my desire to jerk off."

"And how long will that last? Until tomorrow morning?" She wanted to know skeptically.

He jabbed his elbow into her ribs. "At least until the weekend."

"I don't believe you." She shook her head to emphasize her words.

"Why not?"

"Because you think about sex all the time, Frank. You're almost as naughty as Owen."

"Stop it with this Owen!" he muttered, unconsciously adjusting the contents of his trousers.

"Okay. Suggestion: we watch your favourite porno together and if you resist, I'll never bring it up again."

He raised a brow. "You're my best friend. You have boobs."

"So what? Just because you've got a dick doesn't mean I want to fuck you," she returned and shrugged apologetically as he sighed. "Come on. Me sitting next to you should be enough of a hindrance. What could you possibly have to lose?"

"My dignity and our friendship," was the dry reply that made her smile.

"You're sweet, you know that?"

He sighed. "I mean it."

"What, you're worried about your dignity?"

"Come on..."

"We've been best friends since we're six and I've listened to your half-drunken stories often enough to know what you're into."

He sighed again. "First Miss Lorelei and now you..."

"Why?"

They remained silent until they reached the student parking lot and then his car. Over the car roof, they looked at each other and she raised a brow when he hesitated.

"Okay. Ooooookay... I'll show you my favorite porno, keep my dick in my pants, and you never start up with that... gay-verse ever again."

"Deal," she nodded.

"God, why do I have to have such a perverted best friend?" he murmured and opened the car door.

She opened hers and laughed softly. "Because you're a big pervert yourself and even your guys can't stand you sometimes."

"Touché."

She grinned at him and, smiling embarrassed, he shook his head. Other than the fact that he was straight as fuck, he would have fit nicely into that gay-verse. And as he drove the car, cursing as usual, she wondered if he could have got along with Owen and Gavin and Franz and all the others.

If he didn't resist, she would ask him about it tomorrow. In class, of course. Their history teacher wouldn't mind a change of subject, she was sure of it...