The Secret Gays of College Algebra

Day 2- Completing the Square (Jacob)

I live by one simple rule. 

I hate being single. And since I'm single right now, I fucking hate my life. I need to find someone to make out with before I lose my status as the biggest player in the school. And I think College Algebra may be just the place to do that. 

I sit down at my seat in the corner of the room. I always try to sit in the corner of the room so no one is behind me. If no one is behind me, no one can stab me. I put my backpack down and my airpods in. I hit shuffle on my playlist titled "hot boys are named Jacob". Lalala by Y2K starts blasting straight into my eardrums. I slouch in my seat and cross my arms, waiting for the 2nd sexiest man in the school to walk in. A minute later, Ryan walks in instead. 

"Hey there, Ryan. You're looking extra thicc today." I say, taking out one of my airpods. Ryan turns around and pulls his basketball shorts up to his belly button, giving me a show. 

"WOAHHH" Brant says covering his eyes. "that was kinda gay."

"You're gay, Brant" Ryan scowled, pulling his shorts back into place.

"Heyyyyy... don't call eat other gay." I said "That's not appropriate. Jail immediately. I'm serious."

"What about jail?" Matrise asks as he sits down.

"Its where Ryan and Brent are gonna be if they don't shut up." I say. And then learn in towards Martise and wisper in his ear "Then it's just me and you, bae." He smiles, and then turns to wisper in my ear.

"You're forgetting about Preston, smartie." 

Ugh. Yeah. Preston. I forgot. I bite my lip and look at Matrise. 

"I love it when you talk dirty."

Matrise smirks and says "Whatever, smartie." But this time, he says "smartie" a little slower than before, giving it more emphasis. I shift in my seat. 

Ms.Locker starts handing out our work for the day. It's similar to yesterday when we where completing the square. I tap my pencil on my desk. 

"Matrise." I say "Can you draw my squares for me?"

"Anything for you." Matrise says. I slide him my paper and our fingers brush against each other. I watch closely as Matrise draws the boxes on my paper with nothing but pure class and precision. After a minute, Matrise hands be back my paper. My cheeks go red. The way he is serving me right now is so sensual. The man is so submissive. But secretly, I like it. 

I pop my airpods back in my ears and listen to :"all girls are the same" by Juice WRLD. I speed through the rest of the problems. Numbers are flying through my head. But the thought of Matrise in my bed flies faster. 

Before I know it, the bell rings. Ryan sighs. I did notice he seemed off today. I've known Ryan since kindgergarden, and he's usually much more talkative that he was today. I know in my heart that something was wrong, but....that also could have been my dick. They're basically the same. 

"Wait, Ryan" I say

"Yeah?" Ryan asks.

"Are you okay, man?" 

"Nah bruh, I think my dad is cheating on my mom."

"Oh my lord. How do you know?" I ask, astonished

"He keeps leaving in the middle of the night. And then coming home just before my mom wakes up." Ryan says 

"Oh man, I'm sorry. Do you need to talk it out, bro?"

"No. I'm fine." Ryan says and storms out of the classroom. I stand there startled. Ryan has never pushed me away like that. What did I do? Slowly, I pick up my backpack and scattered thoughts and walk towards the door. 

"Hey." Matrise says. I look up at him. 

"You waited for me?" I ask

"Yeah." Matrise says "I was wondering if I could take you on a picnic this friday?"

"Oh!" I gasp. "You mean like a...."

"date?" Matrise asks, smiling. "yeah, Jacob, I'm tryna take you on a date."

Oh hell yes. I reach out and stroke Matrise's arm and say "Matrise, you could ask me to suck your toes as a date and I'd say yes. I will absolutely go on picnic with you. I'll bring my arts and crafts bin and a vape."

"Brilliant, luv. I'll see you friday afternoon." Matrise says as he walks away toward his next class. 

The warm fuzzy feeling inside of me stands at attention.  I grip the milk gallon jug that I use as my waterbottle as walk to my next class triumpantly.