It's not gay if you say no homo

He's gross and ugly

He was being forced into going to his counselor to talk about his "issues"- which he thought was dumb. He didn't have any issues... well even if he did he could deal with them himself, he didn't need a dumb counselor. His counselor was some short Chinese woman who went by Ms. Amy, she also taught math for freshman's. She seemed nice enough, but Reece was convinced that he was fine.

"It's just a few bruises and scratches." He mumbled, tugging down his sleeves that had a few more bruises hidden underneath. "And I can handle it! It's not that bad."

The woman rolled her eyes. "You're basically a walking bruise- is he bullying you?"

"No! W-we just... fight." His gaze wavered, when he thought about it, he didn't really know why he and Wesley fought so much. He didn't even know why he hated him- they just fought one day and for some reason had a mutual hate for each other. They were constantly at each other's throats- literally.

"Why? Did you he do something to you?"

"No." He mumbled. "He didn't do anything. We just started fighting one day because he kept glaring at me and I got pissed."

"God you boys are so silly- he was just looking at you so you fought?"

"He was glaring. I don't like it when people glare at me." He stated with a huff. "And I'm pretty sure you don't like it either."

"You're right, I don't. But I don't try to beat up the people that glare at me."

She sighed. "Okay- whatever. Anyway, aside from the fact that he glared at you, why do you hate him? "

"Because he's an ignorant piece of shi- I mean, uh, garbage." When he finished she gave him a look that said 'keep going.' "and... He just... frustrates me." His eyebrows furrowed. "He's just so- ugh!"

"You two sound like you have issues... Have you tried talking to him about it?"

Well, in a way he did. While he was pressed against a wall panting he (angrily) asked him "What's your (fucking) problem?" Which led to more fighting. "Uh... yeah..." He scratched his neck nervously.

"What'd he say?"

"Um, well... He didn't... say anything." He said truthfully. "He just walked away. He looked really angry and sorta conflicted...?"

"Do you think he maybe has problems at home?"

"I don't... think so... his family seems nice, I mean I've been to his house before and I met them." He shrugged.

She seemed a bit taken aback. "You've been to his house? I thought you hated him?"

His face flushed red. "I-I um- I do! I do hate him!" She gave him a questioning look. "I was just... at his house... because... reasons... look- it's none of your business."

"Tell me why you hate him again...?"

Reece huffed. "He's gross! He's just so? Stupid a-and gross... Like... He's just everywhere I'm at I see him at the store, in ALL my classes, and his locker is right next to mine and I just wanna punch his ugly, gross, cute, disgusting face."

"Did you just call him cu-"

"No!" He exclaimed red faced. He cleared his throat and lowered down his voice. "I mean, no I didn't. I called him gross and ugly." Reece crossed his arms and huffed. "I hate Wesley he's so stupid."

"... Okay if you say so. It kinda of sounds like you like this boy a little bit."

Reece nearly choked, he made a gagging noise. "Ew no! No! I could NEVER like Wesley he's so-"

"Disgusting and gross?"

Reece nodded. "Yes!" He said exasperated. "He's just so horrible! And he's so tall and I wanna kick him so he's shorter! He's a tall, gross, dreamy boy and I want him to stop being so? Himself? Ugh and I just HATE how he just always looks good even when he's covered in bruises and scratches and his hair- oh my god his HAIR. It's so ugly his stupid brown roots and blond hair that just always looks good even when it's messy and it's just so- ugh!" He rambled

"O-okay you can sto-"

"And his EYES! They're so green and they always look so nice and everytime he looks at me with those eyes my legs feel like jelly and I want to PUNCH his gross attractive face. I-I just- HATE Wesley Ryan Polgar-

"How do you even know his full name-"

"And his NAME. It's so dumb what kind of fucking name is Wesley it sounds like a name for a cowboy but his name suits him so fucking well but it's so dumb, he's so dumb. I hate him so much."

"Okay are you done now?" Reece nodded in reply and the woman sigh in relief. "Thank god, I thought you were gonna talk about him forever-"

"But another thing!" Reece interrupted. "He lets me copy his homework in class when I forget there was homework and he always sits next to me? It's so frustrating I hate him so much? A-and he's always so fucking kind he helps me with class work when I don't understand and he never calls me stupid or insults me in class and he's so nice and considerate and I fucking hate him for that? When we don't fight sometimes he'll say 'hello' or 'good morning' to me and he's so annoying and I love it when he talks to me but I hate it when he talks to me!" Reece's face was red by then, he kept going. "And his voice- oh my god- it's just? It's low and sometimes a bit cracky but it just sounds so hot but at the same time it's so gross sounding and I want to strangle him! But oh my god whenever he says my name I die a little bit on the inside because he's saying MY name and I just die so much? I hate Wesley so much he's so gross and dumb-"

"I get it- you hate him oh my god."