I woke up the next morning eager to get to my creative writing class. After reading Reese's story I felt like I knew him a little bit more regardless of the fact that there were a ton of questions floating in my mind. Was Reese bisexual? Or gay? I know he definitely likes women because I have seen him with that blonde chick on multiple occasions.
As I let my curiosity invade my brain I went downstairs to have breakfast. To my surprise I saw James sitting at the breakfast table eating waffles.
"Shouldn’t you be in school?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No! Can't you see I don't feel well?" he quickly snarked back.
"You look perfectly fine to me. Looks like you're slacking! It's okay Jay...when I was in high school I used to play hooky all the time. It's no big deal if it's every once in a while" I shook my hand through his hair playfully.
"Mmm i guess it is okay as long as I get the big brother seal of approval."
I chuckled as I poured myself a bowl of cereal.
James and I just sat there comparing stories of freshman year. I told him stories about all the teachers he currently had because since it was such a small school I had them all too.
"So how do you like high school so far?" I asked.
"It's okay. It could be better but nothing I can't handle."
“Having a rough time at all?”
“Well you know how high school is! It’s like you gotta fit in to survive. I hate being fake so I just lay low to get by and it’s all good. No problems at all so far.”
James had a look of uneasiness about him. I could see it in his eyes. I know what it’s like to have to pretend in high school especially in regards to having to shield my own sexuality to maintain some degree of privacy. I didn’t want to poke too much at James’ problems, because I know that teenagers typically don’t like to discuss them. So I tried my best to change the subject.
“Chasing any girls?” I nudged him playfully.
“Well yeah, obviously…not that I gotta do much chasing I mean look at me, I’m a stud! They come running to me” he says with a prideful smirk.
James was a very confident young man. I wish I had that growing up. I admired the way he could easily speak to the people he liked.
“What about you Dill? What’s going on with you?” I heard the hesitation in his voice. I know he felt uneasy asking me, but I appreciated his attempt to ask about my love life.
“Ehhh there’s nothing really going on” I said looking down at the kitchen table taking a bite of my breakfast.
“You can tell me, I’m here.”
“Well there is someone I like. That’s all.” I say with a smile.
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The Cost of Love
Любовные романыDylan and Reese come from two different sides of life. They somehow find each other at their local college and their lives begin to intertwine after they become partners in their class. Their relationship develops and their pursuit of love is put t...
