Then when they reached middle school Jason was all about the sports, going for everything besides soccer, his father thought soccer was not American enough, (Yes a jackass and a bigot) for his son to partake in. Needless to say the boys had a past, they had grown up next door to one another for their entire lives, hell their parents shared an ambulance to the hospital when they were to be born, they were like brothers, twins from separate mothers. "Oh and watch the language, I might be tempted to say exactly how you learned the definition of a word you can't even spell." Andrew knew that was below the belt seeing as he was second in their class, a second only to Andrew himself, and Jason's father was all about "Valedictorian or no college, I see no point in furthering the education of a second rate son." "Well then maybe you should watch the buttons you press with me, because there are a couple that will make me sing all your secrets like a little birdy." "That was supposed to be a secret." Jason said with a bitter tone "Well, well, well look who was given a day off from the funny farm, tell me is it true that the orderlies beat you to make you take your meds, or do they just shove it down your throat, like your used to?" The look on Jason's face went from confident to downright angry He noted that the culprit was none other than his long time rival Jason Schmidt, now Andrew maybe slightly undersized, but he's no push over "Watch it fag" Andrew was slightly taken aback as this was the first time he'd been called that particular phrase. It was a typical day at school, he blended in just fine, with his Abercrombie style and boyish charms, most people got along just great with his. Because, well it's one thing to pop a boner, but a completely different story to pop one in the locker room. To continue, as most boys know gym class in a high school can be a godsend, or a blessing from hell.