3-Minute Passion (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1

Tell me what you think when you reach the end. Thank you. xx

alarm clock rings

I tried looking for the source of the noise that is coming somewhere underneath my bed. When I found my cellphone, it was buzzing so loud that it gave me a headache. I looked at it and saw it is only 5 in the morning. I usually get up at this time, but it's Saturday and I forgot why I didn't remove the alarm during weekends. This is very annoying, since I really need the sleep. I didn't have much of a choice so I decided to get up and turned on the lights. My room is a mess. I need to fix everything. I still can't believe I am a Senior. I didn't expect for me to go this far considering I am a mess, literally. I felt my phone vibrate on the desk. I got a message from my bestfriend, Nicole. Yeah, my bestfriend is a girl. I don't have much guy friends and i think it's weird since I am a guy. There are people who will judge you on who you are with and by saying that, yes, I get that a lot. I read her message:

Woot

I am waiting outside your house for about 10 minutes already. I thought we were going to jog? It's freezing out here! Please text me back. :(

Oh God.

That's why I had my alarm on. I was going to jog with Nicole. I rushed to my closet to get a red sweatshirt that has my initial at the front. It was a gift from my grandmother and I liked it so much that I wear it everytime I lay my eyes on it. I realized that I need to text her first:

Woot

I am so sorry, I totally forgot. I think the front door's open, just get in and head for my room. I am getting dressed. :)

We call each other Woot and I don't even know why. I started calling her that when we were sophomores. I grabbed my cap which she gave me for Christmas which also has my initials on. I am a sucker for my initials. I see it cool even though it's not. I put on some sneakers even though it's not appropriate for jogging. I hear my bedroom door opens. I instantly notice Nicole's grey jacket and jeans matching it with white sneakers and a black beanie.

Wait, what?

"I thought you said we were going to jog? What the hell are you wearing?" I asked her. Her hair is somehow messy. Maybe that's why she has a beanie on. Her brown eyes look at me as if she is trying to decode what i just said. She bites her bottom lips and my eyes widens. I knew it, her rosy cheeks wasn't from the coldness outside. It's from the alcohol. She must've drank some before heading over.

"We didn't plan on jogging, did we?" I asked her again waiting for a response. She smirked and started to laugh. I am left with confusion this early in the morning. I put my hands on my face trying to put the pieces of what's going on.

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"Why are you leaving so early?" Nicole asked me. I think I had enough drink. I am starting to feel nauseous. I have to go home or else I would pass out.

"It's already midnight, and i need some sleep. You can enjoy the party without me!" I shouted. The music is too loud. I can't believe there is still a party at a time like this. I shouldn't have come, but it's rare to get an invitation from the most popular jock in school. His name is Andrew and he always have a party on a Friday night. His parents don't mind since they go to business trips on weekends. I wouldn't trade lives with him if it's the last thing i do. I know he is trying to hide his loneliness by throwing away parties and hooking up with intoxicated underage girls. My generation is so fucked up.

Nicole didn't seem to understand what i said. She puts her hands up waving it through the music. She's definetly drunk. I need to take her home. Her mother, Lynda, trusts me and I don't want to break it by bringing her daughter home drunk. I tried to grab her wrist but pushes me away. I don't like her this way. She lets the alcohol get into her head which turns her into an obnoxious bitch. I don't mind calling her one, since we think of ourselves as bitches. I know, I am so freaking weird.

A guy approaches her. I instantly recognize the guy. He is also a senior. His name is Joey, he is a smart lad. The typical teacher's favorite, Mr. Prim and Proper. You get the idea. He smirked at me and whispered something from Nicole's ears. His dark blue eyes meet with mine and it gave me the chills. Who would've thought that this nerd could do that. I don't know what alcohol could do, but it's like it can turn the world upside down. I wanted to punch his eyes breaking through those thick glasses just to prove he can't do that to me. I kept my cool down.

"I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" she stammered. I don't know what the nerd told her, but I guess he wanted to fuck her. This is out of my control and i hate that. I never got laid, but that doesn't mean I am a kill joy about this. I would be glad for her getting laid, but she is under the influence of alcohol. She can't possibly think straight, can she? My thoughts must've drifted me away, because as I was about to open my mouth. She grabs the nerd's hand and walked towards the staircase. I gulped the last remaining vodka in my cup and went outside. My car is parked across the street. These teenagers are wasted as fuck. I saw Kurt, one of the stereotype jocks, passed out on the lawn. Some geeks are trying to draw on his face. The cold air touches my arms. Who in the world would go to a night party wearing a polo shirt? Clearly I am not fit for these things. I headed to my mini van and started the ignition.

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"Why did you leave me at the party? I have been looking everywhere for you." she said with a few hiccups in between. Now, I remember everything. That's why i have this headache. Wow, 3 drinks and it already gave me a hangover. Note to self: Don't fucking drink again. I gave her a confused look trying to tell her that she was the one who ditched me for a nerd. I let out a sigh. She sat beside me on the corner of the bed. She puts her hand on my back and i can feel that it's cold. She must've walked from Andrew's house to ours. She is definitely out of her mind.

"I am so sorry. I know you were bored to death at that party. I just wanted to loosen up since it's our first party to attend to since we were freshmen." She said in a calm voice. Now that I have given much thought about it. I was pretty selfish to drag her down. I gave her a faint smile and hugged her. I can still smell the alcohol from her. I know that I won't be able to get back to sleep, might as well hang out with her.

"D'you want to grab some coffee? I've been craving for blueberry pancakes since yesterday." I said. She smiled at me then dragged me out of the room. We went straight to my car. Our drive to Smith's Diner was silent. I glanced at her as I park my car. She is staring at the window. "Are you okay?" I asked her giving her a worried look. She just smiled and went out the car. I began to think whether I said something bad to her.

Fuck. I am being paranoid again.

We went inside the diner and I can smell the bacon coming from the kitchen. The place is deserted. I imagined it would be packed, because the food here is great. We decided to sit on the booth near the door. She finally decided to break the silence between us.

"So, James..." she said while curling her hair with her fingers. She stares at the menu on the table. I can literally feel droplets of sweat forming on my forehead. I stay silent for her to continue.

"I'm still thinking about what you said last night." I tried recalling every detail of the party, but I can't seem to remember anything rather than the moment I left. "You told me that you like guys? Did I hear that correctly?" she added. My eyes widen and my mouth fell open. I didn't know that alcohol could make me tell personal stuff about myself that even my best friend doesn't know. She seems disappointed though. My heart begins to race.

"I.. I didn't.."

Words can't seem to come out of my mouth. My cheeks began to get warm and I can feel sweat on my palms. I don't know how to handle this kind of situation. I feel like air is being sucked out of me. I can't think of a lame excuse. I guess I have no choice. It's time to break this shell I've been keeping throughout high school.