Sitting next to this boy and keeping my cool was easier than I thought, well; for the first few minutes. I just doodled on my notebook and vaguely heard the teacher talking, the way it always is.
But the thing is, since I’m an outcast I always sit alone at the back of the class, nobody ever sits next to me; and I felt the heat radiate off of this boy’s body. Eventually I felt the need to look up, and I saw the boy looking over at my sketches; as soon as he noticed I was looking at him, he blushed and cast his eyes away.
Yet I had seen the look in his eyes when looking at my work, approval.
I never see that anywhere. In a very very long time. And then when it’s about me. About the thing I love most. It just felt so right to see that.
There’s no way I’m ever going to be able to ignore this kid. I decided it would be great if I just… made him reject me. I started to talk to him in a low voice so my teacher couldn’t hear me, she never really pays attention to me anyway; which was really good in this case.
First asking questions like,
“Why did you move here?”
“What’s your name?”
And
“Where did you move from?”
But as he answered them, I decided to ask more. Remembering the fact I shouldn’t feel anything, I had to feel one thing, and one thing only. Rejection. I needed him to reject me.
So as I asked Frank for his phone number a few minutes before the bell rang, I felt like punching myself. I couldn’t help myself though, he was just too hot not to get his number and I could always just try. Maybe guys are different than girls. Maybe it’ll turn out he just wants to be friends. Maybe I might not even like him as much. Maybe he wasn’t even as great as he seems right now.
Soon enough realizing at least half of those were wrong, I got to know him some more during lunch. He invited me over to his house for after school, and how could I say no??
I gladly took the invite and decided to call me mom immediately.
The phone rang twice, and then it was silent on the other side of the line,
“Hey mom?”
“Yes honey?”
“There’s this new guy at my school, and we’re now friends, and he just invited me over to his place for after school; is that cool?”
“Yes definitely, I’m so glad you’re making friends again!”
“mhm, mkay. Well, thanks mom!! I’ll see you around… *looking over at Frank I saw him hold up 8 fingers* um, around 8? Is that okay?”
“Yeah no problem, have fun honey!”
And then the line went dead.
I stuffed my phone in my skinny jeans and smiled at Frank saying it’s okay.
The last few periods we didn’t have with each other, so after school I ran out of my English class to pack my bag and meet him outside at the gate. Walking outside, I welcomed the suns ray for the first time in at least 2 months. I was happy. I was simply happy and I couldn’t resist but smile when I saw Frank walking down the stairs clumsily, and looking around (probably for me). I waved and he almost started skipping toward me. We both laughed when he got to me, and we started to walk.
Frank was such a great guy, and I couldn’t help myself but ask,
“Are you straight?”
The question just burst out, and the way he looked at me right after I asked it made me regret it so badly. He stopped dead in his tracks and answered,
“Does it really matter? I thought we were friends…”
With that I said, “It, it doesn’t I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s just that…”
Frank looked at me with a facial expression that was cold, yet curious, and still hopeful somehow.
“It’s just. What?” he asked coolly while staring at me.
“Um, never mind. It doesn’t really matter anyway…”
“No, tell me.”
I definitely regretted asking the question, and I started to walk again hoping he would drop it. Then Frank grabbed my shoulder and whispered angrily,
“No. I am not straight and I hope you’re okay with that because I think you’re really cool; but if you don’t accept that I guess I’m wrong about you because then you’re just a dick.”
Hearing those words I thought, damn. That was brave, and the way he said totally turned me on so much; wow. We were about halfway from school to Frank’s house and I turned around with one swift movement and whispered back,
“I don’t just accept that. I think it’s great.”
As he looked at me slightly confused I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him close before even realizing what I was doing.
What exactly was I doing…?
I felt myself close my eyes and shortly after I felt my lips touch his. I could feel the pressure we were both putting into the kiss. I could feel the short breaths we took. I could feel his body step just a little bit closer to mine. I felt eyes boring into me from all around me, but who cares? I opened my mouth a little and allowed his tongue to slip in, us both moving along each other’s lips, around our mouths. And then finally I felt his hands moving around an area that was awfully close to my ass. As I pulled away ever so slightly we looked at each other and smiled, then didn’t say anything. I caressed his lips with mine once more, and then we started walking again. My day even brighter than before. Walking hand in hand, and every time everyone looked at us we just smiled at them and kept walking. Eventually when we were at his door, we went to take out his house keys, and as he was doing that I just grabbed his ass and I saw him blush and smile. Then we just turned around real quickly and stood on his toes and kissed me lightly a few more times smiling a little bit broader after every kiss.
We entered the house after standing on the porch kissing for a few more minutes.

Notes

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