I'M HIS | BOOK 1 | BOYXBOY

5: "Eat it up,"

My alarm woke me up rudely on Monday morning. I was dreading school and facing Angel. What happened on Saturday was a mistake and it shouldn't have panned out that way. We were both drunk and he's in a relationship. . . with a girl. My parents could tell I was a bit off on Sunday and this morning. I knew they wouldn't ask what was wrong since they didn't pry much. They've always been honest with me and me to them. I wonder what they'd think of me now though. Is it wrong to feel like a homewrecker in high school?

    David and Carolina obviously didn't know anything. I doubt Angel said anything to them since he went home right after I left him outside the club. I didn't tell my friends what happened, I couldn't. They'd be just as confused as I was. Plus it wasn't my job to speak about someone's mistake they made in their relationship. Right? I wasn't sure how I truly felt about him anymore. Sure it was nice but again it shouldn't have happened. I don't want to be the reason two people break up. I still get anxious thinking about Angel punching that guy for me, why did he do that? Obviously, because he's a great guy!

I sighed loudly and slammed my head down on my desk. "I'm already over this," I mumbled.

    "It's only second period Ken, keep your head up or you'll fall asleep."

    "Let me sleep and never wake up!" I begged. "I'm kidding, that's horrible." I sat up and saw David waving a piece of paper in my face. I opened it and cracked a smile. Just a game of tic-tac-toe. He probably could tell I was off since he knew I was gay.

We did nothing but talk and pass notes back and forth the entire period. Most of it involved my coming out and me questioning him on how he knew I was gay. He still didn't tell me.

Then it came, the one class I was usually excited to go to dreaded today, global with Angel. I sighed walking into the room as the second bell rang to tell everyone they were late. I looked at our seats and there he was, sitting up and scribbling in his notebook listening to music. I looked at him and we locked eye contact as he looked up from his notebook. He grinned and waved at me like he would any other day.

I took my seat next to him and he turned to me pushing his notebook on my desk. "What do you think?"

I looked at the beautiful drawing of Jen. She was sketched to perfection. Her beautiful curls and the shading on the face were seamless. "I didn't know you could draw."

"I dabble" he humbly smiled "So?. . What do you think?"

"It's beautiful" I admired it "It looks exactly like her" I slid the book back onto his desk.

"Thank you!"

"Do you usually always draw realism?" I asked pulling out my notebook to begin my notes.

He smiled again excitedly. "Yeah usually, but I think you need to have a fundamental understanding of different types of art forms to understand and sketch realism."

Consider me beyond confused. Why was he acting like everything was fine? Why isn't he being awkward around me? Why is he being so normal? Did I imagine that entire kiss on Saturday? I wasn't sure what to think, in fact, I didn't even know how to feel now. The best possibility is he knows it was a mistake also and wants to move on from it, but I'd like to at least acknowledge it before moving on. Although friendship was our best bet and I didn't want to mess that up by bringing the kiss up now. I sat back in my seat and waited for the period to be over.

It was lunch and today Angel took a seat right next to me. No more awkward stares from the other table. Carolina apparently invited him over to sit with us. Thankfully Jen wasn't in our lunch period. I wouldn't know how to feel about her sitting with us not knowing what I did to her, what we did to her.