"I don't do any of that. I just waste time, really. You don't want to hang out with me, I'm a loser." Was that not clear enough? He was a failure in the making, Chenglei had thought that was fairly obvious. He finished his noodles and leaned back, shaking his head. "You are fine. People are just idiots. You'll meet better people one day. I'm no good."
Obviously. "Come on. I skip school all the time, I care about nothing and I-- My hair's bleached." So, clearly? Bad news. "Think about your strict parents."
"They're never around anyway." Yihao shrugged, not sure if they'd ever know as long as he never told them. They worked a lot and only cared when they had to scold him. Or at least that was how it felt to him. He looked at Chenglei and tried to see what he was talking about but he just didn't get it. "You're not a loser, Chenglei, you're the coolest. You kicked those guys asses, you skip school and you do what you want. That's what all the cool kids do!"
He was very epitome of the trope. "I like your hair, by the way." ... Wait, no, that sounded flirty. "No homo!" Saved.
"I'm wasting my life, you dumb boy." Seemed as if he might as well have talked to a wall. Chenglei rolled his eyes, then snorted at the no homo, even though he still put his head down on his arms, kind of frustrated with how this was going. Yihao seemed determined for them to be friends, he supposed he could see why. Really not what he needed, but he wasn't sure how to undo it now. "You should see my tattoos."
"... You have tattoos?" How the hell did he managed to get tattoos? He was underage and why didn't his parents kill him for it? His would have him murdered for such a thing. He looked at Chenglei in horror but also awe and fascination. Clearly, he was into bad boys, whether or not he wanted to be. Looking away, he hastily finished his noodles and got up to bin his carton, looking down at the sulking Chenglei.
"We could hang out sometimes. I mean, if you think what you do is a waste, I could pick something to do. Then you have to feel less bad." He just wasn't sure what to pick.
"I'm not cute, come on." He was trying to do his manly face again but now it just looked like he needed to pee. Especially since he bounced a little during. With a sigh, he nodded his head firmly and then nervously eyed up the path back to school. Maybe he could just go home and tell his parents he was sick. It seemed like a safer idea.
"I like hanging out with you." So hopefully they could keep doing it. "Tomorrow after school, I'll be there!"
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Obviously. "Come on. I skip school all the time, I care about nothing and I-- My hair's bleached." So, clearly? Bad news. "Think about your strict parents."
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He was very epitome of the trope. "I like your hair, by the way." ... Wait, no, that sounded flirty. "No homo!" Saved.
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He looked up and winked at him. Whatever.
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"We could hang out sometimes. I mean, if you think what you do is a waste, I could pick something to do. Then you have to feel less bad." He just wasn't sure what to pick.
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Might as well. "I don't mind cute." So why not have that boy's company?
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"I like hanging out with you." So hopefully they could keep doing it. "Tomorrow after school, I'll be there!"