[Briam] "I'm not into him"

chapter 3:

Liam's POV:

i sat in math class, trying as best as I could to focus on answering the questions.
our teacher gave us some warm up worksheets but i was a bit rusty with answering quite a few of them.

i tapped my wooden pencil slightly against the desk, feeling a pair of eyes on me.
i turn my head and see Brett looking directly at me.
"if you're trying to cheat, go ahead, we can fail together" i roll my eyes at him.
"im not, trust me im doing better than you'd except" he chuckled.
"cocky much" i murmured under my breath.
Brett laughed quietly and shook his head.
"what're you doing this Friday?" Brett's voice sounded nice and soothing.

what the fuck am i saying?

"oh uh- nothing" i hesitate the tiniest bit.
"you should go to the first party then, almost everyone's invited" Brett offered, trying to convince me.
"maybe i don't-" i was suddenly interrupted by a coughing sound.
"Dunbar? is there something important that needs to be shared at this time?" Mr. Yukimura raised an eyebrow at me.
I took a deep sigh.
"No.." I groaned.
"good, now get to work." he looked back on the board and continued writing equations.
"sorry.." Brett whispered, I could practically hear him smirking without even looking.
i just smiled down at my paper and shook my head.
"i totally saw that in class," Mason attempts to hint to something im unsure of.
"saw what?" i question and furrow up my eyebrows.
we take a left turn into our school gym and head for the huge bleachers.
"you and Brett, what was that about?" Mason me me a look saying -did something i don't know about happen back there?-.
"oh nothing, he just asked me about a party" i shrugged it off.
"but you realize you hated each other since you met, right?" he exclaimed as we took our seats at the top of the tall bleachers.
"and your point is?.." i question where he's headed with this.
"my point is, why is he being so friendly all of a sudden?" Mason threw his hand up in the air.
"i don't know, okay.." i sighed as i watched more people file into the gymnasium.
"but seriously," Mason paused and i looked at him funny.
"you and that Brett guy would make a pretty cute couple"
"im not into him!" i half whisper, tired of the topic being about Brett.
"and im most definitely not into guys," i shake my head.

i have never really had an idea of liking a boy. it's just never crossed my mind.
since the day preschool started, I've been all over girls, and girls only.
and especially picturing myself with Brett, that's just awkward.
i mean, is Brett even gay?
or maybe he's bisexual, possibly, right?

i mentally shake away my thoughts and look towards the principal who was trying to obtain everyone's attention through the mic.
"hello students, teachers, staff" our principal nodded and waved at the crowd.
"this year will be a good one, i can tell you that for a fact" i could hear a few snickers and laughs at the lies spewing from his stupid sayings.
"we've got plenty opportunities to offer you here at Beacon Hills, but that's only if you try your best, put in everything you've got,"
i eventually got bored with hearing his cheesy ass speech and my eyes wondered elsewhere.
i noticed that Brett was sitting a few seats ahead of Mason and i, he was talking to some girl.
they looked like they were having a pretty good time, probably flirting.
i focused on eavesdropping with my heightened senses.
it was rude but, who cares.
"yeah I'll totally go to the party, but on one condition," the girl twirled her pathetic blonde hair in her hand.
"and what may that be" Brett scooted closer to the girl.
"only if you and i stay together the night, alright?" she bit her lip, trying her "best" to be seductive.
it was enough to make me want to gag.
i felt a mix of anger in my stomach and i don't know why.
i rolled my eyes and continued to listen for a few more moments.
"okay, babe" Brett winked and grabbed her hand, kissing it, making her giggle.
and that's exactly when i stopped listening.
i hope Brett isn't trying to make a fool of me.
i actually hope we can maybe be friends, it would be nice not to have an enemy for once.