Smarty Pants (boyxboy)

CHAPTER 4

“God! Why is he so stupid!?” I throw a stuffed animal across my room, hitting the wall before it falls to the floor.

I can't get him out of my head. How can someone be so smart, yet so dumb? He's the damn student body president for god's sake.

He's so smart but no matter what I do, he can't tell I like him. Sure, maybe I come off in a teasing way, but still.

Can't he see that wherever he shows up, I leave my friends behind just to talk to him? Doesn't he notice that I say such absurd things to him seriously, not as a joke?

Should I really just tell him? Do I ask him out or something? I don't know what to do, I don't know how to get him to notice me.

Maybe he'd see my love for him if I did something really crazy. Like screaming from a roof that I love him before jumping off.

I climb down from atop my loft bed, landing on the floor and walking to my desk. I roughly pull back my rolly chair and sit down, crossing my arms and letting out a huff.

I decided to text one of my friends, one I usually meet up with when I'm feeling this way. My friend Connor, from a different school.

He's gay and closeted like me. My friends know I'm gay and that I like Vincent, but I try to keep it a secret from others. He's always willing to talk to me about these things.

Connor is a bit older than me though, he's in college a few blocks from my school. Maybe he can help me figure out a way to get closer to Vincent.

…

“Vincent, hello. How are things at school?” The voice of my mother echoes through my phone, into my ear for me to listen to.

“It's okay, mom. Just the same as usual.” I tell her with a sigh, rubbing my eyes, disturbing where my glasses sat on my nose. I take my glasses off and set them on my desk, taking a deep breath as I listen to whatever my mother has to say.

“Well, your dad and I wish you well there. We're going on a short vacation to Hawaii next week, we just wanted to let you know.” She crackles through the phone speaker, probably sitting somewhere in the house with my dad nearby.

“Of course, mom. Have fun.” I tell her, my voice getting slower and slower as I become more tired.

They always do this, ever since I was a child. My parents think of me as a burden, constantly leaving me with someone else to go on trips together. That's part of the reason they recommend I go to this school. Now, with me out of the house, they can go wherever they want without worrying about their own son.

“Alright, bye bye, Vince.” She says cheerfully before hanging up. I let out another sigh and placed my phone down on my desk. Then I stand up, stretching a bit before going to lay in my bed.

I can feel tears in my eyes again, streaming peacefully down my face. I don't understand why. Why am I crying? Why do I feel so shitty? Honestly, nothing makes sense anymore.

I lay my head on my pillow, wrapping myself in the warm blankets upon my bed. This is horrible, how much longer do I have to live like this? All alone, everyday. No one to talk to, no one to confide in.

…

I make my way over to Connor's house, walking down the streets of the city towards his apartment.

I had finished texting him, he said I could come over. Hopefully he's cleaning though, his house is always pretty dirty.

Eventually I get there and knock on the door, ready to be welcomed into his crazy home.