I'm Not Gay {BoyxBoy}

In which I'm a sour pickle!?

XxxIn which I'm a sour pickle!?

The first time I made my way into Dr. Trace’s room, I make sure to slam his door closed just to show how pissed off I really am. It’s not fair that my parents think I need therapy. That’s an insult in its self honestly. Just because I punched that guy that winked at me my parents think I have anger issues. He freaking winked at me! You don’t just wink at random strangers and expect not to get the piss knocked out of you. If people didn’t piss me off, I wouldn’t be so angry all the time. It doesn’t mean I have problems.

With a pissed off look on my face I walk into his room that sort of smelled nice but not really. He asks me if I would like to take a seat and I’m like “duh, am I going to stand? and sit down. People are so annoying sometimes.  He starts to play mind games with me by smiling at me. I know he has ulterior motives. Creeper.

“Hello, Mr. Lightening. How are you today on this fine afternoon?”  He asks. I glance out the window. It’s rainy and it looks like death outside.  Mr. Trace has a young look to him. He’s a pretty good looking guy and his smile makes him look even more attractive and that really pisses me off. How am I supposed to concentrate on being angry if he’s smiling at me with those good looks?

“Don’t think you can fool anyone with that smile.” I glare him down.” His smile slowly fades and he writes something down on his note book. What, I’ve only been here for a second and he’s already judging me!?

“I don’t know what you're talking about, Mr. Lightening.”

I cross my arms and lean back against the chair. “Just because you have on that fake smile, you think I’ll open up to you? My parents put you up to this, didn’t they? Where are the cameras?” I look around the small room to see any sign that I was being punked. I wouldn’t put it pass my parents. They’re always trying to make them talk about my feelings with them.  I get goosebumps just thinking about talking about mushy stuff with my Mom and Dad.

“You’re not getting punked, Mr. Lightening.”

What the? It’s like he read my mind! “I didn’t read your mind, you just look nervous.” He says. I give him my nastiest glare. “Stop doing that.” He cocks his head.

“What, Mr. Lightening?”

I claw at the couch. Damn couch. “That. You’re being annoying.”  He insults me by chuckling and then writes something down on his little notebook. He keeps judging me! I don’t even know this guy’s name and he thinks he can just judge me. What a jerk.

“What do you keep writing?” I get up to take a peek at the notebook. He moves it closer to his chest to hide the words. I glare at him again.

“Show it to me.”  I demand. He shakes his head and waves his fingers.

“No can do, Mr-“ I dive for the notebook but he dodges me like a ninja. Damn him! I try and reach for it but he holds me back with his hand. This guy is stronger than he looks. I reach for his glasses and grab them.

I grin slightly. Slightly.  The guy was even better looking without his glasses. He didn’t look a day over twenty one but I knew he was older than that.

“Mr. Lightening, please control yourself!”

“Give me the notebook then.” He holds onto the notebook for dear life. I frown. He’s as stubborn as a mull! He reaches for his glasses but I’m much taller than him so it’s to no avail.  For the first time he seems pissed.

“My goodness, you remind me of my step son!” He goes for my glasses again. Ha! I’m not the only one that messes with him. That’ll teach him for playing mind games with me. Nobody messes with Conner Lightening.  We’re like this for about five more minutes until he tires out and takes a seat on the couch and sighs.