"Oh my God...Axel, I'm sorry I didn't know..."
"Well now you do." I said, standing up and hiding my tears with my sleeve. I don't know why it was so hard to tell, it happened already and it was over with. Maybe it was fear.
"No, Axel" George said, standing up and walking over to me. "I'm so sorry." He grabbed me in a tight hug and my eyes opened wide. I felt my face redden, which was even worse because I was crying so I probably looked like a tomato. What was this tingly feeling inside me? When he hugged me...the world almost stopped. WAS THIS LOVE?! ANKHFSVAVJCDVDCVJHDC I had a mental breakdown. He let me go and I couldn't help but feel disappointment. The tingly feeling was gone.
George smiled at me with a silly grin. "Heh, sorry for doing that all of a sudden." My eyes were still wide and I was starring at this guy with an entirely shocked expression.
"I-its alright..." Dammit, why was I getting all flustered? Over a guy!!! I thought I told myself I would never love again!!! I heard the bell ring off in the distance and the tension broke, bringing floods of embarrassment.
"I-I-I HAVE TO GO! T-THANK YOU FOR EATING WITH M-ME!" I ran inside as fast as I could, emotion still drowning me.
~GEORGE'S POV~
I watched him leave, utterly confused. Well, I guess I couldn't blame him. I'd probably run away too if I shared and emotional back story and then was hugged by a random stranger out of the blue. I better get to class.
I walked down the hallway, feeling the eyes of giggling girls and envious boys starring at me. It was annoying. It happened at my old school and its happening now. It was strange how Axel, probably the most unpopular guy here, was the only one was interested in. No, not like that! I meant like a friend!
Anyway, after going to my boring fifth period history class, I walked though the crowded hallway and made it to my sixth period class, gym. I sighed and went up to the coach, getting instructions. We were doing tennis. Inside. I had a feeling this was going to be bad.
I went to the locker room and immediately went to an empty stall on the bathroom side. What? I don't want some creeper looking at me while I undress! That's weird! So, I get into my gym clothes, (basketball shorts and my same t-shirt with some running shoes).
The coach gave instructions (more like screamed at our faces), to partner up and play against them. I was asked by several girls and rejected them all. I waited until I was the only one left so I could sit on the bleachers and not play. I raised my hand, "Uhhh, coach, I don't have anyone to partner up with."
"Nope!" The chubby man said, "You can be partners with Reed."
"Reed?" I asked.
A boy stepped down from the bleachers and said "That would be me...". He was looking to the side so I couldn't see his face clearly, until I realized it was Axel!
"I thought your name was Axel." I said to him when he was in front of me. He chuckled "It is, my last name is Reed."
"Axel Reed..." I liked the sound of that name, it suited him well. He grabbed two tennis rackets and a ball. He handed me a racket and said, "Try not to hit me in the face, alright?". I was half shocked, this is a completely different person! The Axel before was grouchy and depressed, this one is happy and joking. Maybe he's bi-polar... I thought to myself.
~AXEL'S POV~
GOD, WHY ME?! WHY THIS KID OF ALL PEOPLE?!?!
I tried to stay calm as possible as i walked to the other side of the net. I was pretty good at tennis but no one ever partnered up with me so i couldn't show off my skills...until now.
I threw the ball in the air and hit it with a hard THWAK. It hit the ground on the other side of the net. I could already tell who was going to win.
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Sorry the endings lame and that its short >.< i shall try better next time! Farewell!
-RW
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