Flower Boy

Prom.

Why lee never listened to anything I ever said, I will never, never know. "Lee for the millionth time, it's like this-"

Taking his cello from him I show him how it's supposed to be done. "You know, I'm better at cello than you. I don't even know why you think you have mastered everything having to do with music!" The blond boy shouts at me, stretching his perfectly angular jaw open.

The truth is, I never have been great at instruments, but I have learned the proper technique from watching my ex girlfriend for hours on end practice for her big concerts. Rachael has been on my mind all day, and it's been driving me nuts.

"Oh shut up already!" I spit out, taking all my built up frustration with my mother this morning and jealousy from Rachael about prom on my on and off again friend.

"Why? You never do." He snapped right back at me. How dare he even talk to me like that? All I've done is put up with his imperfections all year long and this is what he repays me with.

Crossing my arms I reply simply. "I would keep quite if I could stand your annoying banter constantly about "how great you are" and "how-- how..." Losing my train of thought, I frustratedly stomp my foot and let out a loud growl before packing up my things in tense silence.

At the door frame I stop when I hear his speak up. "Don't let the door bump your saggy lil' ass on the way out."

Turning around, loaded with a beautiful come back, I realize... He isn't worth my time, nor will I most likely ever see him again, unless of course his rich lawyer of a father somehow gets him into the same college I'd be going to.

Which now looking back at it, would and could be very possible. Nonetheless I've been taught to turn the other cheek, unless, like how this circumstance turned out to be, where the other cheek also gets slapped.

"What, you gonna just walk out like a pussy? Fight like a man... Unless of course... You aren't a man." Lee then says with a smug smile, crossing his arms, intimidating muscle popping from under his tee shirt that I never noticed before this.

"No I'm not going to be a pussy. 'Unless of course'. " I say mocking his tone, "You want this pussy? Wait.. I don't have a pussy... Does that mean.. You're gay for me lee? Well thank you, I take that as a compliment but I would never do that with you." Walking away awkwardly satisfied I realize this may not have been the best of endings.

I tried and that's basically the best I could do, I've never been the best at being rude.

Hearing feet echoing down the empty hall, I turn around and find a familiar shadow from my English class. There wasn't supposed to be anyone else in the whole entire school, embarrassed I realize he could've heard everything we said. Never really talking to Zain I didn't really know how to react when he came up to me casually with a strange look on his face.

"What was that about?" He asked oddly, never really thinking that he cared about me whatsoever. I mean we texted a couple of times at the beginning of high school, along with his best mates Niall, the pretty boy, Liam the muscly - and honestly sexy- one in a group chat once.

"Oh nothing really... Can I text you later? Really should to be on my way right about now-" and almost with perfect timing, my mum texted me.

"Yeah yeah sure.." Zain said courteously and slightly like a dismissal. Opening my phone I enter the code, seeing two texts from my mum;

Mum: Hey right out front!

5:45 p.m.

Mum: you okay?! I've been waiting out here for a while.