Bathroom (Max x Bradley) - Maxley

CHAPTER 13

The silence was deafening. Why weren't they saying anything? Something, please.

The silence wasn't broken, and it was killing me. I didn't want it to go this way. I wanted them to support me, plan it out. Not like this.

"Are you," PJ cleared his throat, not knowing how to respond. "Are you gay, or... some other part of the rainbow?" "Well, I am not fully gay. I like girls AND boys," I said, a little confused about where this was going. Rainbow?

"Fuck." "Haha! Pay up, fella," Bobby jumped from the bed, finally waking up properly. ...What? "Oh my God, here you go. How much was it? Twenty dollars?" PJ said defeated, giving Bobby a twenty-dollar bill. "Wait, hold up. What is going on," I asked, not knowing what was happening and waiting for an explanation. "Well, some years ago, we made a bet, concerning your sexuality. PJ said that you were gay, but I thought you were something else. And I was right! I am good at this," explained Bobby, and started dancing.

We laughed a little and talked about the bet. But then the question came. The question.

"By the way, who do you have a crush on? Do we know him?" I froze, for the x-teenth time today. I looked over to Mocha, not knowing what to do. She just smiled and nodded, let me know I should do it. I breathe in and out. "Bradley," I muttered, too scared to speak up, getting red. "What?"

"Bradley," I said a little louder, hoping that they heard me this time. "Bradley? As in Bradley Uppercrust the third? The jerk? Our biggest enemy?" wondered PJ. "Yes, him," I said, getting more and more red. "You really need to check your eyes, mister. Your crushers are getting progressively worse by the time," insulted me Bobby. I had it coming, but still. But all in all, I was happy they accepted me.

We chatted some more, till I had to go to class. I was running a little late, but I wasn't worried much about it. The teachers did not care at all, so I was fine.

I got in, the teacher not even being in the class yet. The class was packed with students, and the only available seat was next to Bradley in the front row because no one wanted to sit there. I signed, remembering what Mocha told me today. I just need to give him some space to figure it out. That's all. I sat down next to him, not paying him any attention at all.

Should I say hello? Good morning? Or nothing at all? I don't want him to think I don't care about him. I do. But what if-

"Good morning class, today we will discuss the topic..." the teacher walked in, starting the lesson and killing all of my attempts to speak to Bradley. I tried to focus on what he was saying, but my mind kept wandering to yesterday and today's morning. I was consumed with thoughts about Bradley. I looked over to him a few times, wondering what he was thinking about.

As I looked over to him once more, I caught him staring at me. Precisely, and my hands. "Like what you see?" I asked, looking over at him, smiling. His eyes got big, and he turned around. But I could see his fingers getting red. Interesting. His fingers blush as well. Cute.

I giggled a little and returned my attention to the front. I know I said I should give him more space, but flirting seems like the perfect way of keeping contact with him, yet not pressuring him too much.

As the lesson ended, I packed my stuff and left the classroom without a second glance at Bradley. It took all of my willpower not to look back. So much. But I did it and didn't look back. Throughout the day, I didn't see more of him.

As I was walking to my next class, a random girl from the hallway called after me. "Hey, emo boy, are you single?" Her friends laughed and she blushed with a big smile on her face. " 'Course doll. But I am kinda waiting for someone specific to notice me." "Well, until she does, how about you give me a chance? I bet I am better than her anyway." This girl was getting on my nerves. But I wouldn't let her get the satisfaction of my reaction. "Nah, I'll pass. See you next time, doll," I just said, leaving her and her friend standing speechless in the middle of the hallway.