Tipping The Scale {BoyxBoy}

Chapter 3

Matt's P.O.V

I groaned as my alarm went off Monday morning. I reached over and smacked it with a vengeance. Yeah, stupid clock that's what you get for waking me up so early in the morning. I sat up straight in my bed and ruffled my hair. Yeah, this is going to be a long couple of weeks. Today is the day I go after that guy....Tubby something. I shuddered to myself. That guy is....eewww. How the hell did I get sucked into this? Oh yeah, I fell for Adam's trap again! Damn it! I should have stayed strong.

Oh well, I can't back out now. No way, my male pride won't let me do that. But he's so big...okay maybe I'm exaggerating, he's not THAT big, he's only slightly overweight not like obese. Even so he is not my type and he will never be! I'm Matthew Antonio Pavarotti! I can have anyone I want, and yet I'm stuck with having to pretend to like someone just because my stupid friends need entertainment. Suddenly I don't like my life so much anymore.

I got up and got ready for school. I put on the ugly uniform and my green tie and looked myself over. My school pants were grey, the shirt is white and the tie green and to top it off a dark green blazer. This is a really ugly uniform but hey I work it and still look fabulous while doing it so I guess I can't complain.

When I got to school my shoulders seemed to droop a little more. I can't believe I'm doing this! Like seriously! I shoved the door to my car open and marched into school with my face set in a scowl. I stopped by my locker to get my books for first period.

"Sup, bra!" Adam greeted cheerily "You ready?"

"Go fuck yourself, Adam" I snapped at him

"Aw, come on, Matt, it's not that big of a deal. It's even an easy one. Unless...." He trailed off looking away from me. I glared at him and shut my locker.

"Unless what?" I growled

"Unless, you can't do it...then I guess you will be really embarrassed. I mean he may turn you down. Remember, word has it that he doesn't even like jocks...much less you" he reasoned.

I raised an eyebrow, narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "How many times have I done this?" I growled

"I don't know...like 30" he muttered looking away

"And how many times have I succeeded?"

"I don't know...like 30" he answered looking at his feet.

"Then stop with the negativity. You're pissing me the fuck off!" I snapped at him.

"Look, Pavarotti, just cause we are best friends doesn't mean I won't hesitate to kick your ass if you talk to me like that, got it?" he said angrily.

I rolled my eyes "Yeah yeah whatever. I'm sorry, I just don't like this target. He is just so below my league" I sighed.

"Yeah well, everyone is human so get off your fucking high horse and just do it." he snapped with an irritated look on his face.

"Whatever"

We walked to class in silence and sat down with our usual crowd. We are the popular kids who make you want to cry. We are the ones who tell you what to do, you're the one if we let you. We are the ones who wear the pants in this school. I'm not a saint and I have never tried to be. I'm that mean guy who will push you into a locker if you are in my way. I will make fun of you just because I'm bored and why not? I'm the shiz in this place. You follow me, my rules and my trends. I take the lead, people don't question me, they just do what I say. I don't care what they're saying out there and I sure as teenage pregnancy don't care what they're thinking.

I have people at my beck and call because I'm just that awesome. I'm THE jock, I'm good looking, talented, good grades, class president and I'm Gay. Gay and Proud for your information. I like dick and if you ain't down with that then you can go suck it. How many Gay people can be out and still the top of their school? That's what I thought. Not many. I am the epitome of success and hey, blame it on the fans and fan-girls.

Class after class I sat thinking about my current.... Predicament and I still fail to understand how in the world I got into this mess. Was my ego really that big that I could let Adam, of all people, manipulate me? I have got to get my head checked.

The bell rang to single break time and I took extra time getting my things to my locker. I'm not in any particular rush to commit social suicide. I strode to my usual table with my head held high and sat down. Adam gave me that look that said well what are you waiting for? I could give him a word of 10 about what I'm waiting for. Idiot!

I groaned, rolling my eyes and got up. I modeled all the way to their table and stopped on the side opposite to where he was sitting. They were all laughing about something but when I approached the suddenly stopped. Yes, I know, I'm just that awesome. They all just stared at me expectantly.

"uh, Hi" I greeted them, no one said anything, they just kept staring. "Well since you all know me I guess there is no need for me to tell you who I—"

"Actually, we have no idea who the hell you are so since you interrupted us to seemingly stand there like a tree, introduce yourself" The guy, Tubby, interrupted. Is this guy trying to make me angry?! EVERYONE knows me! Everyone!

"Well, I'm Matt—"

"So what do you want, Matt?" he interrupted again.

"I just wanted to talk to you, so let's go somewhere that we can talk...privately" I commanded. Humph I will show him who is boss. I stood there waiting for him to get up but he never made a move. "Well, let's go...now"

"You really are delusional if you think you can just dictateMe." he said simply and rose and eyebrow. Who the hell does this kid think he is? I can put at the bottom of the social ladder if I wanted. He is no one in comparison.

I grit my teeth and forced a smile. "Please"

"Yeah...No. I'm not available right now, but feel free to make an appointment with my facebook and do be sure not to double book me because I show no favoritism to jocks." He said, rolling his eyes. For goodness fucking bitching sake!!!!!

"Do you know who you are talking to?" I hissed

"Well, you did introduce yourself a while ago... Unless short-term memory is another fault of yours as well as your oversized ego, Matt – if that's even your real name." he dead-panned.

"I don't think you realize who I am, to this school....to life" I smirked confidently crossing my arms over my chest.

"Actually, that's just the thing – I do. And quite frankly I really don't care. To me you mean as much as Firrethosirelsongois" He said dryly.

"That word doesn't even have a meaning dummy" I retorted rolling my eyes.

"Exactly...I see we are on the same page. So, Matt, do excuse yourself, your presence is not as appealing as you would like to think." he made shoo-ing motions with his hands. I walked away back to my table and sat down. Adam started with all the questions but I ignored him.

How dare that loser talk to me, Matt Pavarotti, like that...as if I was, dare I say it, a nerd?!!!! The nerve of that tub of lard! I cannot believe that he dares to speak to me like that! What the hell is wrong with him?!! I am so angry! Fuck him! And not in the good way. Screw his pathetic existence!!!!

I kicked Adam in the shin hard. This is his entire fault. 

"OW!!!!" he cried out. "What the fuck is up with you?!" he hissed in pain.

"I hate you" I growled. This is his fault! UUUUUGGGGGHHH!