3-Minute Passion (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 39

Summer program didn't bore me at all. It gave me time to focus on my studies and start building my life again. I constantly meet up with my father whenever they visit their firm in New York. As for my friends, I heard that Ian was sent to his grandmother in Florida. And his life revolves around changing diapers and sponge baths. It's pretty cool, because I don't even feel an ounce of hate for him anymore. Good things came up after he sabotaged my life.

Nicole, on the other hand, is living the most fabulous life in Ohio University. She keeps on tweeting about how she's been hanging out with the cool kids. I don't even think she's going to her classes, because almost every day, she's in a party. Red and Aya have been on a low profile. I think I've heard that they're still together. And Nick, the guy who ditched me and moved to Pittsburgh. I occasionally speak with him through e-mails, but it's still not the same. I've had some friends, but mostly I just hang out with them after class. My roommate isn't always there, I think he's going to move in a frat house. Today is Organization Day and they've cleared out the courtyard and a lot of booths of different clubs and groups who are vigorously attacking the freshmen to join their pack. I don't have anything special to do, which is why I'm standing right now in the entrance, hoping I could find the Writers' Club before I'll be attacked by those frat geeks.

"Heeeeeeey!" A girl with red hair and lace shirt steps in front of me. Her droopy eyes prove that she's high as the sky. I walk pass her, trying to ignore the smell of pot from her.

"If you want to be as high as the sky, our club is the one for you!" She yells. The annoying part of it is the giggle after. Pot makes her really happy.

"Join the Madonna Club!" I turn and mutter a seriously. I mean like, you're going to name a club Madonna? Is she the goddess of pot? This people have retards written on their diplomas.

"Hey!" An enthusiastically fake voice comes out of nowhere. I groan and turn around.

"What now? Do you want me to join some frat and then make fun of me? You'll make me feel a complete idiot, but would want me to be desperate so I just could beg for you? Well, you've messed with the wrong gay boy. I ain't joining any shit fraternities." I try and catch my breath.

"Whoa, chill down." I look up and see a guy with a smile plastered on his face. He has these Chinese eyes and his skin is pale as Edward Cullen. I wonder if he has the same body as him as well.

"What?!" I retort.

"This is not, under the jurisdiction of the school and state, a fraternity." His smile is starting to bug me.

"What, another Madonna Club? You know what, this school needs a Taylor Swift Club so they can diss each other." I huff.

"That would be a great idea! I'll make it the next headline: Gay boy wants Taylor Swift Club, how's that sound?"

"Funny, but if you're just going to mess with me, just tell me where I could join the Writers' Club."

"Well, you're in luck! I happen to be the president of it."

"Fuck me." I say out loud.

He scratches his dark brown hair.

"Sorry, I mean. Seriously?"

"Of course. I have the sign up sheet right here." He hands me a clipboard with a paper attached.

"Was the paper before this full already? Am I placed on the second batch?" I stare at the blank paper.

He chuckles.

"Actually, you're the first one."

"Why?" I can't help but ask.

"Uhm, I guess it's because they prefer being in fraternities and sororities."

I groan. "I really don't get why. At least I don't have to force myself mingling with a blond backstabber and a creepy geek."

He laughs.

"Well, we have a blond girl and a video game addict, but I never thought of them as a backstabber and a geek."

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be! I'll make sure to check them out next time."

I sign my name and hand him the clipboard.

"Thank you so much! I'm going to e-mail you when's our first meeting."

"Sure." I shake his hand.

Now this is where I don't know what to do. Should I just leave or should I wait for him to?

"You busy?" He breaks the silence.

"Hmm, not really."

"I was guessing, d-do you want to grab some coffee?" His cheeks blush. I knew my gaydar's always right.

"My treat!" He says awkwardly.

"I would love to." I give him a sincere smile.

I wonder where this goes.

An hour passes

"No way! Why are you even supporting Heathcliff?! He has bad shit written all over him!" I whisper shout. We've been in Starbucks for an hour already and the people are starting to check us, because of our mini arguments.

"He's like the bad boy of 18th century. And chicks dig bad boys." He answers.

"Omg! Bad boys aren't even attra tive!"

"I guess that's why you're attracted to me?" He jokes.

I can't help the sudden ignition inside me.

"Uhm, I was just joking." He pleas.

"Ye, I know that..."

I hate having these awkward silences.

"I really enjoyed talking to you." I break the deafening silence between us.

"Me too. Maybe we can do that again?" He smiles.

I take a sip of my latte.

I just know that this will be different.

[A/N: Wahh! I'm down to the last chapter! I hope y'all had a wonderful time reading my first ever novel!]