Awkward. (BoyxBoy)

Wrong Wheel Jesus!

Chapter 7- Wrong Wheel Jesus!

Justin's POV

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You know those little sayings you would hear growing up? Things like 'Don't judge a book by it's cover' that warn you against your own preconcived ideas and encourage you to be more open minded. I like to think that I'm pretty open minded and accepting. My Ma didn't raise a bigot. However there are certain things that get through the cracks because its just human nature. Assumptions, for example. We all do it, even we know we shouldn't. Even when we know that it will come back to bite us in the ass.

That's why when my first inclination when Mr. McQueen referred me to this "Ryan" character I tried not to do that. Of course, that doesn't mean that I didn't do it. I mean, can you really blame me? What do you think when someone tells you that you're going to be tutored by their top AP student who just so happens to be in the running for valedictorian?

So my first thoughts of him were of this nerdy, stick-skinny white kid who was more than likely going to be pretensious and scream AP at me through his bowl-cut bangs. I was mentally prepared to be belittled because I didn't know the difference between Arc-Sin and a fucking CoSecant (but seriously what the fuck are those?).

What I wasn't prepared for? My Baby and, incase you forgot, I mean my 'BAAYBEH'! Ya know my georgeous ass future husband. Sure, he doesn't know it yet, but he will eventually and that's the important part. Actually, the important part is that he's walking towards me right now. Why is he here? Not that I'm upset--God, no-- but, I'm still confused. I hope I'm not showing it because I look like an idiot when I'm confused and the last thing I want is for him to think I'm stupid.

'Okay Justin, relax. Be cool. It's just your BAAYBEH! No biggie, right?'

Thankfully, Mr. McQueen calling out to me stopped the impending freak out that was no doubt about to happen.

"Oh! Wonderful timing Mr. O'Riley! This is your new tutor, Ryan Martinez. Ryan, this is your new student, Justin O'Riley."

'Wait, what?'

I think my brain just short-circuited, because I could've sworn that Mr. McQueen just said that my future husband was going to be my new tutor. Oh God. Oh God. Wrong wheel Jesus! I mean thanks, but wrong wheel! Oh God, maybe I should speak? But would I say? I know! I'll just smile and offer him my hand! Normal people do that, right? Yeah!

Giving him my best hundred watt smile, I stuck out my hand and prayed for the millionth time in the last five minutes that I didn't look like an idiot. Ryan (I need to start calling him that in my head before I end up calling him BAAYBEH), simply glanced down at my hand, his expression completely blank before looking back up with an equaly blank face.

Hazel eyes stared into my soul for a good minute or two before I felt my smile droop and slowly retracted my hand.

'Oh shit! Does he not like me? Did I offend him somehow? Should I have used my left hand?'

I can feel myself starting to shift unconfortably before Ryan gave his head a shake like he was trying to dispel the thoughts in his mind before he finally spoke to me.

"I'm Ryan!" He says and I smile. I had expected him to have a Spanish accent at first (there I go assuming things again, see how well that turned out the first time) because he had spoken to me in such fluent Spanish, but I can hear now that he has a city vernacular. I smile and try the introduction thing again.