Cosplay and Conventions [BoyxBoy] DISCONTINUED

Chapter Two ~ Intro Chapter Cont.

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                                                                *Jack’s POV*

I saw Chelsea walking straight off ahead talking to that Seth guy she’s always with, she didn’t even notice that she’d just passed to doorway to my next class and that I’d gone inside, she was far too busy talking about how they’d spent ‘so much time together over the holidays’ She’d told me she was busy every time I tried to arrange for us to meet up, not too busy to go off with him though was she? Ugh, this new feeling’s there in the pit of my stomach now, what if she’s bored of me? What if she likes Seth more than she ever liked me? Am I gonna lose my girl to him? He dresses like a friggin’ mental patient!

 Today he was wearing a black and white striped hooded jacket, it was pretty emo-ish and had thumb holes so the sleeves came down over his hands and on the underside, was a cat’s paw design, then on his hood there were cat ears! That’s not normal! He was also wearing black skinny jeans which you normally associate with gays and emos, I think Seth probably is one of those emo typed people because he’s always dressed like this.

 Then there’s the converse, they’re alright and if I was into that kind of style I would probably wear them but still, what did he have that I didn’t? I was falling in love with Chels and I was not going to lose her to Seth, no way in hell. [A.N: its funny how he thinks that those clothes are associated with gays and emos and yet he then says Seth must be an emo, not even considering that Seth might infact be gay. ^.^] I take my seat in the lesson, next to a boy I hate with all my heart. His name’s Oliver Simmons and he likes guys as well as girls, he’s bi-sexual although he likes to call it ‘bi-curious’ and I just don’t think it’s natural to want to take it up the ass in all fairness.

 Once before I’ve slept with Chelsea and she asked me to do her there but I just couldn’t do it, it’s not normal. It’s really not. It freaks me out big time when I see two guys together, people may call me a homophobe and to be honest I don’t give a shit, it’s wrong to be gay. “Hey Jack.” Ugh, it spoke to me. Reluctantly I turn around to face the smiley faced boy sat beside me, he’s dressed mainly in black and has that emo hair, what’s with all the emo’s in the world today? “Hi.” I reply bluntly, I really don’t feel like engaging in conversation with him, he could take it the wrong way and think I’m into all that, which I’m really, really not.

I’ve had gay guys crush on me before; hell, one of them even tried to make a move and kiss me. Disgusting. “Did we have coursework set over the holidays?” He asks me chirpily. If we did, I wasn’t aware of it but I know why he has to ask, he was plucked out of school on the last day of term because there had been an, incident, at home. “I don’t think so.” I tell him, and that’s all I’m gonna say. Whew, that was close. We almost actually had a conversation.

   “I know you don’t like me Jack.” Ollie says suddenly. I don’t, I really don’t like him because what he is sickens me but when he actually says it, I feel sorta bad for him. “I uh...” But there’s not really a way out of this one, have I really been that obviously disgusted by him? I don’t want to be an openly homophobic guy, I try not to be prejudiced but when you’re raised to disagree with all that gay stuff then... “Its fine, I’m used to homophobe’s but you should know that, I think I prefer girls to guys anyway. And also, you don’t need to worry about me crushing on you, no offense but you’re so not my type.”  And then he smirks and I really want to punch him. Not his type?

That should be a relief but I feel strangely offended, I’m everyone’s type. Loads of girls want me. Then I remember the one girl who doesn’t seem to want me anymore, the girl I’m actually in love with. Chelsea. That kills my mood and for the rest of the lesson I faceplant the desk and tune out, only brought back into the real world when the bell rings, time for homeroom and a perfect opportunity to speak to Chelsea and find out what’s really going on between her and Seth. I tuck my chair under the table and slowly head for the exit when I’m stopped by Ollie who has hold of my arm.