Want You (BoyxBoy)

-17-

*Mature themes (near the end) and drugs mentioned

-Ry-

Sadly, he didn't come over Sunday. I thought about asking since we're a couple now, but I didn't want to come off too clingy considering we saw each other three days in a row. But when Monday comes around and I wake up freezing my ass off despite the heat, I almost text him to skip and come over to cuddle. But that would be irresponsible, I know. I'm still going to text him good morning, though.

'Good morning. Did you sleep good?'

'Good morning. I did. You?'

'I did. It's cold today.'

'I know. I'm leaving for school, so I'm really about to be cold.'

'Try to stay warm.'

'I will. I'm leaving now, so I'll text you later.'

'Okay. Be safe.' It's cold, but it shouldn't have iced over last night. But it's going to rain later this week and that's when it might freeze. I got a weather alert on my phone yesterday warning about it this coming weekend. I hope it doesn't get too bad. I won't be able to see him, and I was hoping for another date.

Once I finally muster up the courage to get out from under the covers, I go and turn the heat up before making a pot of coffee. I look through my fridge to see I'm running low on a few things and make a mental note to go to the store sometime this week. I need to go sell. I did a few runs yesterday with what I had left, but now I'm out. That's something else I need to go do this week. I guess I should do that first to make some extra money.

After pouring me a cup of coffee and fixing it up with sugar and creamer, I go back to my room to grab my phone to text Ronnie. A buzz of happiness fills me instead seeing Wes texted again, probably letting me know he made it to school.

But when I read over the text, I feel nausea pool to my stomach.

'So much for keeping it a secret.' Huh?

'What are you talking about?' I send back. I wait a few minutes, staring at our messages, but a response never comes in. He hasn't even read it.

So I type out another one. 'What secret?' The only thing I can think of is our secret. 'Us?' I haven't told anyone about us. No one knows. I mean, Maya does the tiniest bit, but she doesn't know he likes me back or that we're dating. He said not to tell, so why does he think I would? 'I didn't tell any secrets??? Especially not about us.'

I'm so confused. I know Maya wouldn't say anything, so I don't even attempt to ask her. But what else made him switch up like this? We were just saying good morning to each other and now he's ignoring me. I mean, he might be in a class that doesn't allow phones. So I try to stay calm and be patient for now.

But after an hour of waiting, and my coffee has grown cold, I still have no new text from him.

'Wes?' I send. I hate this feeling. I don't know what I've done. I'm trying to go over everything I did or said to someone, but I don't think I've done anything wrong.

When another hour passes, I decide to just go on with my day because it's the only thing I can do, but I'm definitely not in the mood I woke up in anymore.

"You look like someone pissed you off," Ronnie comments as he weighs up the few ounces I plan on buying and getting rid of today. "Did something happen?"

"No. I'm just not in a good mood today."

"That's all?"

"Yeah."