Fatal Attraction (boyxboy)

Good Luck Charm

"Crip, what the hell are you thinking about?" Ezekiel questioned. Of course I was thinking about Jacob. Jacob Perez to be exact.

"Nothing," I answered smiling down at my food.

"Mhm, nigga you got a crush or some shit, huh?" he mused, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

I decided to join him at a local diner for lunch break. Well, he kind of forced me, but I know his intentions for me are good, even tho I haven't been the kindest person to him. Apart of me just wants to be like Jacob, all nice and carefree, full of concern, beautif--

"Nigga there you go again!" he exclaimed, a bit aggravated.

"What you mean, Zeek?"

"You sitting there smiling at your plate like it's telling you some good shit. What the hell are y'all talking 'bout?" he teased, throwing a fry at me.

"Chill nigga.." I chuckled. He was right, I couldn't stop smiling, and I haven't been able to since I left out of that office a few days ago. Coincidentally, nothing bad happened to me the rest of that day. It was only the day after, and the one after that, and today, that I should have worn a life proof suit.

"Crip, lemme ask you something," he got serious and leaned across the table, searching my eyes, "why are you like this?"

"What does that mean? What am I like?" I asked, completely thrown off, and a little offended.

"I mean... I don't know. What do I know about you? Hell, what does anyone know about you? You work and then what? You seemed so closed off, I know some people are anti-social, but your ass is on some next level shit dude. Do you even have any friends? Other than me, of course," he continued with his mini interrogation.

"No. And we're not friends. I don't need friends, I don't need anyone," I answered, a little louder than I wanted to, and got up to walk out.

"Where you going?!" he asked, trying to grab my arm.

I didn't stop until I was back on the familiar sidewalks, walking towards the Go With The Flow corporate office. I don't know why I was getting upset, it's not like he was wrong. I never let anyone get me in my feelings like that, but shit, I don't need to explain shit to anyone about who I am and what I do. Ezekiel ain't shit to me, nobody is. It's only ever been me, myself, and I. Is that my problem? Nah, can't be. I don't a problem Although, I do kind of wonder if Jacob sees me as problematic, if anything at all.

"Crip, stop!" I had the sudden urge to run, but I started speed walking instead, trying not to be as obvious that I'm trying to keep my distance from this kid.

"Really nigga?" Ezekiel breathlessly said in my ear, causing me to jump out of my fucking skin. I should've fucking ran. I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

"So you going to just storm out and cause a scene like that? I had to lie to tell the damn waitress that food was uncooked.. got me fucked up thinking I was about to pay for some uneaten food," he rambled on more so to himself than me.

"Craig," he grabbed my arm, stopping us both, "I wasn't trying to upset you dude, my fault. I'm just concerned," he admitted, staring me in the eyes.

"But why? What the fuck about me concerns you so much? Why do you even care?" I asked with way more force than I intended.

He didn't say anything, he just watched me regulate my breathing. This was the first time that I can remember him at a loss for words. He finally flashed a sad smile and turned around, walking in the opposite direction. I continued walking, almost feeling bad, but I've never had a friend. I went all throughout my school years without one, so why would I need one now? People just bring disappointment.