Trophy, 16, gay, show off, asshole.

That was all everyone knew—The last one coming mostly from Knife—And, honestly, it was mostly true.

Cheesy, 15, “class clown”, not really funny.

Almost everyone knew both of them, and everyone thought the same of the two. Some could even think they were best friends.
That was the only thing they got wrong about them.
They hated each other. They wished death on each other, ever since they met.
Especially Trophy.

Trophy slumped through the hallways, clearly exhausted from the lack of sleep he had gotten the night before. He unlocked his locker door, grabbing...