My next class was gym. Of-freaking-course. I hate gym. I’m too short and I’m terrible at sports.
My mind really wasn’t on what lame excuse I’d feed the gym teacher to get him to let me sit on the bleachers, it was stuck on tonight, or to clarify, Gerard.
I don’t know why I was bothering with him, there were other fertiles that attended school, I couldn’t place my finger on why I felt different around him, I just knew that I wanted to be with him.
There was something about how he didn’t seem to be looking for a mate like all of the other fertiles here, he wasn’t throwing himself at any Dom that walked by. And I liked that.
I was excited about tonight. Maybe I could somehow convince him that I’m an extremely kind, lovely gentleman.
Or maybe not since I had kissed him after I found out his name. Minor details aside, I would fight for him.
I was still thinking about the kiss, I couldn’t help it. His lips were so soft and it stirred something inside of me that I really couldn’t explain.
I told the gym teacher that I couldn’t do the sport thing today due to a massive headache. I don’t think he believes half of the lies I tell him to get out of gym, but I think he doesn’t want to deal with me, so he just signs the slip every day.
Either way, I’m good with it.
The hour flew by, and I was pulled out of whatever daydream was going through my head by the sound of the bell ripping through the air.
I got off of the bleachers and left, walking home a bit happier than I normally did.
Once I got home, I was plagued with the question of what to wear. Ultimately I decided on a black button up shirt with black skinny jeans.
After I finished changing I ran to look at the directions Mikey wrote for me. Once having found the paper with his untidy handwriting I noticed it said we were eating at five thirty.
It was four thirty now, so I still had time. I reapplied my eyeliner and combed through my hair, styling the fringe until it looked okay, which took longer than it should of. What can I say? I wanted to look nice for Gerard.
It was five now so I figured I could go now. It would give me extra time in case I got lost, and if I got there early it would give me extra time with Gerard.
I pulled on my combat boots, taking about five minutes to lace them up, and walked out the door, following the directions of the paper I had clutched in my hand.
I was glad I left early, because I did get lost. Mikey’s handwriting sucked, causing quite a bit of confusion. I finally found the house with the address that matched the one on the paper.
I walked up to the door, feeling slightly nervous as I knocked.
“Mikey, your boy is here. Stop screwing with your hair and get the door.” I heard Gerard yell from inside, followed by someone running towards the door.
The door swung open to reveal Mikey, looking majorly ticked off.
“You. Fine, here, come in. I’m going to go finish straightening my hair but if you lay one hand on him, I swear to God I will end you.” Mikey growled, glaring at me.
“I um, okay.” I said, forcing a smile.
He led me into the living room where Gerard was curled up on a sofa with a comic book.
He barely looked up while muttering ‘Hey’.
Mikey glared at me one last time before running off to the bathroom to finish his hair.
I sat down awkwardly on the other side of the couch.
This was going be an interesting night.

Notes

Eek. Hi.
-LoveLikeWarped