I 99% Loathe You 1% Want You.

Hate

My name is Karls. Could seem a feminine name.
And that's right. But... surprise! I'm actually a male guys!
I'm sixteen year old. I'm a freshman in "headlines on deadlines" high school. I know what you're thinking. What the hell is that name?! I don't have the last bit of idea. Such an idiotic one. Who the hell is the guy who thought that? I'd strangle them with my hands if I knew.

Soo... let's cut everything and get to serious business! I'm gay bea!! You wouldn't expect that, right?! Right?! Actually I'm sure you knew from the description. It's a gay book but... I don't know I could be the straight guy who becomes gay... nooope. I'm gay AF.

There's no guy I like but! There's someone I hate! No worries for your little brain it's not one of those books where I hate them then they are the love of ma' life. A big nono for that.
I truly despite the guy. He's called Jamie. He's the big jock you all have in your high schools. And I reaaallyyy can't handle those ones.

Two problems.

One: he's gay, too.

Two: he's all on me. Ew!

Kyaaaa. So not cute. And FYI I'm the toppest(don't mind the not existing word) thing ever but I'd let Phil Lester top me. Don't judge me! He's the hottest thing evah.

Right now I'm at school. Good lord save me. That bitch of Jamie is walking in the fucking corridor. You bitch get out! Don't look here! But just my luck. He's coming here, means he saw me.

"Hey Karl!" Why the hell are you smiling piece of junk!?

"My name is Karls. But I guess for your little brain it's too hard to get that." I'm snickering af.

Oh the poor thing is shocked! So not sorry about it.
Damn he's already smiling again.

"Stop joking! Anyway I came here to ask you if you could come to our match tomorrow?" Puppy eyes. No damnit I'm not falling for it!

"Why do you think I'd come to your stupid game?" I know I'm not the nicest thing out there, but he just won't get the message.

He blushes. Wait what!? He's fucking blushing. Almost cute. ALMOST.

"W-well I... I would really like if... you came. I mean... of course you don't have to, but just think about it, please?" seems really an important one. He never asked me for his other matches.

"What sport do you play?" What the fuck are you doing mouth?!

And why is his face lighting up?! Freak stop it!

"Ah! I play football... no wait soccer!" Why are you changing it?!

"Decide! Is either football or soccer!" I'm getting pissed.

"Oh for you it's called soccer. At home we call it football." Oh that makes sense.

"Okay."

"So are you coming??" Again with his pleading gaze.

"Well I guess one game won't hurt." Oh lord tell me I'm dreaming and I just didn't say that aloud!

Seems like I did. Because his smile is wider than before. Fucker.

"Really? Fantastic! See you at the game!" Run run go away. You already caused enough trouble.

It's gonna be a long day. I can feel myself already tired. Let's hope it'll get a bit better.