My One Regret (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Seven: Acquainted

Both of us went downstairs without saying a word. The hallway was long, and the stairs had an abnormally long descend, so to say that it was awkward would be an understatement. When we reached the kitchen, I took a seat at the only available chair left.. Which was directly in front of Blake, which made things even more uncomfortable for me.

My mom, upon hearing the news that we would be having extra company for dinner, prepared an entire feast that resembled a banquet. My mom and dad talked about work, annoying coworkers, all of that, while Christian, Blake, and I were silently devouring our food.

"Yo, what's your name man?" Chris said, his comment directed towards Blake. "Blake. Blake Brooks." He replied coolly, with a chill distaste to his tone. "You look like a jock. You play football?" My brother raised his eyebrow. Blake responded, "Yeah. I'm the captain of the team actually. I got scouted by a few colleges already and I'm a D1 athlete." He looked proud of himself, and Chris looked at Blake in amazement.

"Fuck, man.. That's awesome. I don't get why you're hanging out with my nerdy lil' bro' when you're literally a division one athlete. Shit, if I knew you hung out with D1 athletes, I would've stopped teasing you about having no friends." Chris joked. I faked a small chuckle, and went back to eating. Although I was focused on my food, I could still hear the conversation that was going on between my bully and my brother.

They were talking about football, school, jock stuff, because my brother was a jock back when he was in highschool. Now, Chris majors in business at Berkeley. Occasionally, they talked about me too, which was the only time I was listening. "Where did you and lil' Theo meet? Did he get lost and accidentally stumble upon the football field on his way to the library?" My brother laughed. Blake chuckled at the joke Chris made, and replied slyly, "Something like that."

What a lie. We met when he rudely threatened me after I accidentally rear-ended him in the parking lot of Redsen. They talked like they were old acquaintances, which I'm not sure if I liked. I hated the way their conversations flowed so smoothly, and I was jealous of how my brother was able to talk to Blake with such confidence. Chris was always funnier than me, and whenever he talked, it was with so much charm and charisma. As for me.. I'm the complete opposite.

"So, you got a girl or what? With a face like that, no bitch could resist you." Well, Chris wasn't wrong. I wasn't a girl, nor a bitch (I think?) but I certainly couldn't resist Blake either. Although he constantly bullied me and insulted me, I couldn't find it in myself to dislike him. I mean, I had feelings for the guy, for god's sake!

That attraction only grew worse when I was placed into senior classes, although I'm only a junior myself. Sometimes being intelligent isn't always the best thing - especially if it causes you to fall in love with your tormentor. I was snapped out of my trance when Blake suddenly spoke, "Yeah, actually. I got a real' nice girl named Keagan. She's this hot blonde with blue eyes. Everything I could dream of." he spoke in a boastful manner, which only hurt me more.

I was the complete opposite of Keagan. I was brunette, with hazel eyes. Nothing like her.. Maybe if I was a girl, he'd like me. "You're living the life, man. I got a girl too, actually. Her name's Heidi. She's got huuge tits man, and not to mention a fat ass too-" My mom abruptly cut off Chris's ill-mannered comment, "Now, that's no way to be talking about a girl, nonetheless at a dinner table." My dad nodded in agreement, wiping food off his mouth.

"Why do women always think we're objectifying them? We're just appreciating art. Maybe I should turn into a homo, and maybe then I wouldn't have to deal with this shit." He chuckled. Chris wasn't homophobic, and he and the rest of my family knew I was gay, but at times, Chris would make jokes about being gay, and sometimes I couldn't decipher whether or not he was joking.