It's not unusual. Glee boyxboy story

Chapter 3: Unusual Attraction 2.0

Unusual Attraction 2.0

Azimio's POV

Tuesday

Oh hell no he did not kiss me. I see what he's tryna do, he's tryna turn me gay. He's tryna turn me gay so that he won't be lonely. Selfish bastard, has he no shame. And to think I still slept in the same bed with him, holding him, oh man I'm gonna puke. Why the hell did I do that anyways? So much for best friends. No best friend would turn against you like that and kiss you in your sleep, that's creepy and that's also gross. Who does that?

School is a piece of cake so instead of listening I'm elsewhere thinking about other things. It's not like I don't know everything anyways. The time seems to be moving fast when I'm thinking instead of learning and soon it's sixth period. Usually I got nothing to do during sixth period and spend it watching the Glee club, especially those really short skirts and skinny jeans. Things are a bit weird as that Santana chick is going at it with Berry again and just when things couldn't get any weirder, someone at the door clears their throat, attracting all of the attention except mine, Santana's better fish.

"Uh, hi... Can I come watch?" he asks, its that damn Karofsky.

"NO!" I shout, attracting everyone's attention, and looking away embarrassed, damn Glee club.

"Come in, its always good to know that someone's interested," Mr Shue shouts, with a lil too much energy. I swear that guy is on Vitamin D. Karofsky comes in and takes a seat beside me, "What are you doing here?" he asks whispering, clearly surprised.

"I'm baking cookies what does it look like I'm doing,"

"Whatever"

Yeah whatever bitch.

Time flies and now I find myself in the football pitch, weird. And the Cheerios are here to watch today, so I gotta bring my A hand, and Oh hey look who it is, its Karofsky, figures he'd be here, is he following me or something, seriously man that guy is everywhere I go. Look at him, looking smug in that tight football uniform. Those tights which are fixed tightly around his thighs, and going up, going up, to his ass. His ass? Oh no, what the hell is this guy doing to me, this has got to end right now. I look around to make sure that nobody saw me, and surely noone saw me, except, oh hell no, Santana. That bitch saw me, last time she saw a guy checking out another guy's ass the guy moved school and tried to kill himself, and now he's back and out of the closet, and he's my supposed best friend, Karofsky.

Football practice's over and I try to find Santana as soon as possible, and hey there she is, alone. Thank God for that.

"Hey Santana listen, about earlier, what you saw, um, you know..."

"Oh that, don't worry about it, but I got my eye on you," she says before leaving with that Blonde Brittany of hers. That girl is trouble, she's bad news.

Soon it's time to go good and I'm impatiently waiting for Karofsky to show up but after two full minutes the patience is lost and I'm about to leave when he shows up running like the bitch that he is. I drive off and there is a very awkward and uncomfortable silence which makes of wanna kill myself in the car. I can't take it anymore and I decide to turn up the music. Seems like he had the same idea in mind cause as I reach for the button our hands touch. He seems like he's never gonna let go and after long enough I clear my throat and he snaps out of it and moves his hand away. I turn up the music and its a better ride but eventually we get home.

We do our usual routine and then play COD, neither of us saying a word to the other, but of winning of course, cause I'm a wiz at this game. I make a perfect win and them realise that the tables have turned, he's asleep, and he looks really sad, I suddenly feel really bad for him, but who the heck does he think I am falling asleep there.

"Hey man, wake up, time for bed," I say to him, before he wakes up and goes to bed. I also go to bed, and sleep this weird day away.

Santana's POV

*ring ring...* What the hell, I wake up and check the time to see that it's almost midnight, who calls at this hour?

"Hello?"

"Hi Santana it's Dave, can we talk," he says, his voice breaking like he's been crying.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"It's Azimio, remember what I told you yesterday?"

"Oh yeah that, yea of course"

"Well today we barely ever talked, he doesn't even notice me. He's giving me the cold shoulder Santana. I don't know what to do..." he says, crying his balls off now.

"Shhh shhh, don't cry, everything's gonna be fine, he'll come around, I'll make sure of it."

"I hope so, cause I can't live like thi-"

"Alright listen, you've had enough grief in your life and I can't let this get you down. Me and Azimio are gonna have a little talk tomorrow ok?"

"Yeah, thanks, good night."

"Good night."

You mess with my friends you mess with me, Azimio won't even know what the heck hit him.

*next chapter Santana's POV, and it's full of (what I hope to be funny) insults, later people*