Pathos [Gay/BL]

Chapter III

CHAPTER III: This is Cassie!

"Ew, Amy, that's literally disgusting!" Stella blurted out while we were eating in the cafeteria. Amy raised her eyes to her while still slurping her spaghetti. 

"I'm just eating!" she defended herself with the mouth full. Stella raised a hand to hid her mouth while holding a ratch.

"C'mon, Stel, don't exaggerate, she just slurped her spaghetti," I begged, receiving a death stare.

"So what do y'all think about what I said? Wanna go to the arcade tomorrow evening?" Amy insisted, leaving the fork beside her plate. 

"Tomorrow evening what time?" I asked with a scowl, mimicking Amy with my fork.

"Eight-ish?"

"I have work, babe," I reminded her with a sad pout.

"Oh, right. When does your shift finish?" she inquired.

"Nine, more or less."

"Great! We can go grab some dinner the three of us after your shift ends and then head to the arcade," Amy suggested with a wide smile. Stella was watching her nails but she soon raised her gaze to her and nodded happily.

"Yeah, sure, sounds good," I agreed with a smirk as the lunch bell rang. We started walking together to our classes, still talking about the arcade.

"... I swear, I need that to lift my self-esteem. So you two play against me. If I win, that means I'm the best," Amy was saying with her hands together as if she was praying.

"Okay," I answered, elongating the sound. "Stella and I will pair together in every game so you feel good about yourself if you win... Which obviously you won't."

"Bitch, you better try the fuck outta me before..." she stopped herself when Eric, with a wide smile, stood in front of us three, kind of in our way.

"Hey, Noah. Hi, girls."

"Hi, Eric," the three of us said at once.

"I was wondering if you would like to have dinner tomorrow like yesterday," he said with a glint in his eyes.

"I..." I looked at both my friends, who were watching my moves very closely with a teasing smile. "I was going out with my friends tomorrow."

"Oh..." he said, his face slightly darkening.

"He can join us to...!" Amy started.

"No!" I snapped, feeling my cheeks kinda warm. Amy and Stella looked at me incredulously. "I'm not letting you girls scare the shit out of Eric and embarrass me in front of him!" I explained as if he was not literally in front of me.

"C'mon, Noah, they're not..." he started.

"Oh, hell no, Eric. You haven't met these two," I said holding a smile trying to sprout on my face.

"Excuse me, sir, but we're here!" Amy said with an offended tone.

"It's final: Eric is coming!" Stella stepped in, with her pink purse under her arm. He chuckled softly as he sent me an apologetic look.

"Fine. But if you don't want to talk to me at the end of the night, I'll blame it on you girls," I teased. 

Shortly after that, each one of us was in their classroom. I was with Stella, trying to solve a problem that Mr Pots had ordered us to do. I swear I was starting to smell the smoke of my brain cells burning when Stella approached me and helped me solve it. She made everything look so easy and simple, like she was made to solve every single situation she confronted. I remember when I didn't know her and used to see her pass by my side in eighth grade: pink mini-skirts, feathered purses and sunglasses on her hair. I thought she was a brainless Barbie doll that didn't know how many states were in the U.S.