Pathos [Gay/BL]

Chapter I

CHAPTER I: The popular kid

The morning after our deep conversation, I woke up really excited; I wanted to see and talk to Eric like I had done on my phone. I rode my bike to school that morning after biding my mom good-bye, having completely forgotten I had an exam two hours after. Eric had felt like a stranger to me for the last two or three years, just a walking trace of what once was our friendship. Talking to him again was amazing. He almost hadn't changed, contrary to my expectations. It felt great to had recovered his friendship because I was a person with a few friends and having him by my side was like being thirteen again... And how it felt good.

When I chained the bike in the parking lot, I saw that Amy was already waiting for me at the other side of the road. She was looking at the sky, a dark-opaque blue as the first rays of the sun started to come out. I walked happily to her, not even noticing I had a huge smile on my face.

"You look happy today. What's with that smile?" she said with a grin.

"Yeah, I don't know. I think I am well prepared for the exam," I answered as an excuse, rather to myself than to her.

"Oh, are you really?" she insisted, with her smile not lost.

"What? Stop that!" I snapped, containing a smile. She just laughed out loud.

Amy was a very pretty girl: dark skin, black afro hair usually pinned back, dark brown eyes, full lips, cute rounded eyebrows and small ears. She usually wore black, tho sometimes white was the color for her. In any case and wearing anything, she still was pretty enough to have many boys and girls after her. That day she was wearing black and her hair was in African braids. We made our way into the cafeteria and we sat at a table while we waited for Stella.

"So... You like him?" Amy asked with a hand under the chin.

"Amy! Of course not! He was my best friend, remember? It's like getting an old relationship back."

"Hmhm..." she nodded. But I saw in her eyes she wanted to add something and, not long after, she did: "Not even fuck him?"

"What!? No! I'm a virgin, girl. Chill the fuck out!" I yelled. And all of a sudden, Stella came by just in time to save me.

"Hi, guys. What did I miss?" she asked while sitting down next to me.

Stella was the opposite version of Amy. Her white skin was usually covered in subtle rosy make up, her long blonde hair wavy and her nails done. She wore pink and purple only and she always carried a book with her. In her purse, usually. She was shorter than any of our age and she hated everything that had to do with blood or vomit. She kinda looked like the typical 2000s-pink-Bratz-bitch. So there she was, perfect posture while sitting next to me, a book closed under her arm.

"I was trying to make Noah spit out that he's been secretly in love with Eric since childhood," she explained to her.

"Oh, was he?"

"Shush, trying to make some improvement here! Don't lie to us, Noah. Just say it already," she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not nor have I ever been in love with Eric!"

"There! There! He's letting his Shakespearean English out!" Amy yelled pointing a finger to me.

"I'm not!"

"Amy, that's not Shakespearean English. Actually, people talk like that all the time".

"Right!" I said.

"Y'all suck," Amy said leaning back on her seat.

I drew my middle finger to her and she dried a false tear off her eye. We all laughed and Stella changed subject.