Archer grinned as Kavan took out Catcher In The Rye
and showed it to him. “That is true my man!”
he agreed, and was just about to suggest some new readings for his friend when the walking embodiment of toxic masculinity arrived at Archer’s car.“Damn that fairy dust.. .Oh, it’s just Archer. What’s up, boyo?”
Archer took a deep breath and rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt him. “Well, not my dick anymore, now that you’re here!”
he deadpanned, looking at Sonny with a clearly unamused expression. The young man was just about to make a comment about the racist remark he made towards Van when Marisol stepped in and dragged him away, quickly saying her goodbyes while Archer grumbled profanities under his breath. “Why are we even friends with that guy? I mean, besides you guy's parents being buddies or whatever. I mean, he’s insufferable! And he shouldn’t get away with saying stuff like that to Van!”
he complained as they walked away. “He’s just making dumb jokes, Archer. You know Sonny,”
Marisol grumbled, rolling her eyes in annoyance. She wished Archer and Sonny understood how much it fucking annoyed her to constantly defend the friendships she had to each of them to the other. Why couldn't they just all get along?! “But that's not what I wanna talk to you about.”
Archer shot her a concerned look . “Yeah, well, he should get his humor looked at. Last time I checked, racist jokes were out of style”
he quipped, and with one last strained eye roll from the both of them he let go of the topic and refocused on the new one, sensing something bothering his friend. “What’s up dude?”
Marisol wasted no time in letting out a deep sigh and looking straight at Archer, biting her lower lip. “So you know how I was bitching about turning eighteen in March and still being a virgin?”
she began, being uncharacteristically hesitant. That would immediately let her best friend know there was more to the story.
He dreaded the direction this conversation was going. Archer narrowed his eyes in anticipation, he noticed his friend having a hard time letting him know what was happening and that only happened when she was keeping something from him. So either she was pregnant or… something worse. ”Gross, but yes, go on?”“Well… They popped it last month!”
the green-eyed girl announced, shooting Archer a cross between a smile and a grimace and not saying anything else to buy herself some more time. This whole thing was being harder than she thought it would.
That she was telling him this was not the weird part, the weird part was that she was being so coy about it. He had half expected her to call him right after when it had happened, which meant that there was obviously
something more to the story. “Ok first of all “popped”? 100% gross,”
Archer looked down at Marisol with his eyebrows high. “But… and?”
Marisol let out another deep sigh, moving her eyes from Archer’s face and staring at her shoes now instead. “Sonny popped it for me,”
she said in a small voice, not daring to raise her eyes after the bombshell she’d just dropped on the taller boy.
At her last comment everything froze for Archer. It was as everything became muffled: sound, color, even movement. His stomach churned, and he felt like he was sweating. Out of all the guys -and girls- who had been chasing after his best friend over their high school career, she goes and lays with that self entitled, bigoted, white trash, shit for brains? Archer swallowed and cleared his throat.“So… what does this mean?”
he asked bluntly. “Are you guys together?”
he continued grasping at the hope that the answer would be a ringing NO “No,”
Marisol admitted slowly, an unperceivable disappointment in her voice. “We did it because of a dare, so I doubt he sees it as any more than that. But it kind of opened up my eyes to the fact that there might be some sort of something floating around for me that's not exactly feelings of friendship, if you know what I mean.”
Archer let out a beleaguered sigh as he opened the big doors to the entrance hall of their school dropping his voice down to a whisper as they entered “I don’t actually Mar, I think this is quite a black or white situation.”
He trudged up the stairs towards their English classroom, and finally turned to face her on the second floor landing. “Ok. So if you like him that way-”
he shuddered at the thought. “You should probably tell him and get it over with. I am not saying I approve. But if that’s what you feel I’m not going to keep you from it,”
he tried to settle his face in to a friendly smile, but his eyebrows knitted together in concern. “I just… He’s just so... gross.”
The young woman snorted, mentally cringing at the idea of going up to Sonny and coming clean about how she felt. That
would be a disaster. “Well, I think Baxter’s gross too, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting his dick inside you, now does it?”
Mari shot back with a smirk, but carried on with the conversation before Archer could reply. “And, by the way: you seriously think I would just go up to him and be like ‘Hey, Sonny. Ever since you screwed me by the lake that one and only time during that Fourth of July camping trip, I think I might be in love with you’? Yeah, no. Miss me with that gay shit.”
Archer turned on his heel and continued up the stairs. “No. Miss me with all of this-”
he huffed. “What is this conversation, then, Mari?”
he questioned the girl. “Did you just want to tell me that you had Torvald in you? Because I’d rather not have known”
He turned around again as he reached the top of the stairs, visibly frustrated. “I just don’t want this to blow up in you face, and by association, my face. I like to decide what goes on my face by myself.”
He offered out his arm so she could link up with him again.
Marisol glared at Archer for a second before sighing and taking his arm again. “Nah, it won’t. I'm not telling him shit, so you can sleep peacefully knowing nothing you don't like will blow up in your face,”
she assured her best friend, giving him a suggestive smirk before getting serious again. “Look, I know you hate him and all, but I told you ‘cause I thought you would be happy someone had finally de-pussyfied me.”“Babe, nothing makes me happier than to have you stop talking about your growler,”
He smiled as he pushed on through to Mr. Gomez’s classroom, while Mari punched his arm lightly and stifled a laugh. When the pair entered he could hear their teacher grunting about them being late. “Sorry Mr. G! Womanly problems.”
Archer quipped as he made his way to the back of the classroom, Sol following suit. “Yet again, Mr. Diedrikson, you are not a woman,”
Mr. Gomez sighed rubbing his eyes in exasperation.
Archer feigned shock as he sat down in his seat “That is sexist Mr. Gomez! What would our dear Principal say about that kind of rhetoric?”
he grinned and gave his best friend a wink as she sat down next to him.“All right, all right. If you are done, Mr. Diedrikson, can I continue with my class?”
Gomez asked as he passed down their curriculum. Archer shrugged and settled down in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest.