Chapter Four
You know, I knew there'd still be hype over the whole incident at lunch the other day, but this is plain ridiculous. Apparently I'm secretly doing the frickle frackle with Dylan. If you don't know what frickle frackle is; it means fucking.
They think we're both dating too. You wouldn't believe the many times I've scoffed at such accusations.
This is just what I've heard in the first few minutes I've been here.
I walk to my first class and see Jared sitting in the usual seat next to mine. I make my way over, ignoring the stares and whispers. I was really curious as to why Jared hadn't asked me about anything yet. When I get to my seat I notice that he is obviously trying not to make eye contact with me.
"Hey man", I say casually. He mumbles back a barely audible greeting. Am I missing something?
"Dude, why are you acting weird?" I ask confused. He's never done this before. It's like he's completely avoiding me. His body language screamed with disassociation.
He looks over at me and gives me a look I can't decipher.
"Uh, let's talk later", he mumbles then quickly looks away.
I stare at him completely befuddled. I don't know why he's acting this way unless its because of the Dylan thing?
If there was some kind of issue than he should talk to me about it, like we always do. I decide to let it be and rely on the notion that we'd talk later.There was obviously an issue we needed to address, at least on Jared's part.
Class was super boring. My supposed best friend and I would usually joke around quietly together, but today he wouldn't even look my way once! When the bell rang, he jumped up from his seat and left the classroom before I could even say a word. I rubbed the back of my neck out of habit. It's something I do when I'm stressed.
I walk down the hallway to get my stuff for next period and see Dylan and his friends standing by my locker. I let out a sigh and make my way over.
"Hey boyfriend!" He shrieks. I notice the people in the hallway all turn to see how the "new couple" would interact as if we were on animal geographic. I rubbed the back of my neck, keeping my usual stone face.
I stand in front of him not saying anything and nod my head to the side as a gesture for them to move. They all let me through and I open my locker to get my books for bio. I turn and see them standing there, still looking at me. I glare at Dylan and he returns it with a smirk.
"Can you not?" I bark. This is getting on my nerves. What does everyone want from me? Don't they understand that I don't give two fucks about anything?
"I'm guessing you've heard the rumors?" He says with a leering expression.
"Yeah I have and they make no sense". I look him up and down. "You're not even my type", I say as a matter of fact.
He tilts his head back and let's out an obnoxious laugh.
"Babe, I'm everyone's type". Cocky little fucker.
"Considering I prefer vagina, I highly doubt it". I'm getting a headache.
He gives me a bored look. "Alright, whatever, I get it. You want to stay in the closet. It's completely understandable". He says with spurious concern.
Lord, if you're really up there, give me the strength. I take a few breaths to calm myself.
"You have nothing to support your crazy notions that I'm Gay. Now, please dissipate". I push past him and his posse and walk to class, but not before catching what Dylan 'whispers' to his friends.
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Downpoured(BoyxBoy)
RomanceJace has always been the guy that's hard to figure out. He's not the average jock. He's intelligent, but tends to alienate any unnecessary emotions. No one at school really knows him. I mean, except for his best friend Jared. Maybe even Alex. On...
