PLAIN and PROUD: Book 1 (BxB n LGBT)

Chapter 23: Realization of Romance

CONNOR’s POV

I finally got fired from that stupid pet store and it had never felt better for me. I’m serious; I’m just so relieved that the torture is over. I don’t think I could stand another week working for that horrible cheapskate, old man. To be honest once summer started I was sort of desperate to look for a part-time job and the mean old brute was one of Dad’s friends so it presented itself as an easy in for me. But that man can really put on a good guise whenever the pastor strolled along into the store and I didn’t want to trouble Dad with my ignored complaints either. Thank God it’s only a part time job and I really do feel sorry for my replacement, whoever that person is.

          As far as I’m concerned Mr. Owens would easily win the title ‘Jerk-of-the-Year Boss’ without putting much of an effort – he had literally been slaving my ass around all summer, doing all the tough chores, thinking that it’s a waste to hire another employee for the store – so I guess he’s just born with the hypothetical trophy stuck up in his ass. The monthly wage isn’t that much either for all the hard work that I’ve to do around the shop while he chilled out by the counter. Truth be told, I’m super glad that I don’t have to punch him on the face just to get myself fired. If it were me, I wouldn’t hesitate to go down that road if it’s not for Alain. So we made an agreement, well more like a biased threat really. I was so fed up with being nice to that jerk so I said I would leave him alone if he would keep his mouth shut from Dad. We agreed that in return, he didn’t have to pay for my salary for the month. End of story. He can go fuck himself then.

Alain being Alain came to the rescue and helped me out – he has nothing to be sorry for, I had to explain repeatedly that I don’t mind losing the job until he calmed down – even after I ignored him for these past fortnight. I guess some people are genuinely kind and it’s just him being himself. A sweet, good-natured selfless boy. He didn’t deserve my cold, selfish ignorance and I felt so bad for thinking that steering away from him would solve all the problems with my budding feelings for that boy. God wanted to prove I was wrong then.

                I still need him to score my Calculus and Biology and pretty much all of the required Sciences subjects, or else I won’t be able to graduate. I had been offered for a basketball scholarship in California University of Philadelphia, so that I could continue doing a degree in Sports Management. But I would be lying to myself if I said there’s nothing more to that. He got me by my weak side with his assaults of adorableness. He knew that I would be entranced by his sweet innocence and his beauty. Fuck it, I couldn’t even help myself. He’s just too good to be true and all this time after I ostracized him, I thought maybe he would hate me and move on with someone better suited for his awesomeness. 

I’m still juggling with the options I have in front of me – because I’m not sure being both an athlete and a coach at the same time in the future would be the best career choice – and I’m keeping an open mind to all possibilities. Now I just have to focus on getting that roll of diploma, with his help of course. Oh yeah one more good news! Once again the special dude would save my ass and I think I might have lost track of the times I owed him. His best friend Amanda’s – Freddy’s secret girl now – mom offered me to work at the cake shop the very next day after I told Mr. Owens sternly that to mention not even a word to Dad.

Dad doesn’t need to know anything about my life. As long as I could pitch in with the daily groceries and bills then he’d be more than happy. Besides, he’s not really a Spanish inquisition kind of father either so that’s another win for me too. Jose also promised not to tell him if I stayed my distance from Alain, we’re still friends but it feels more or less out of my control. I couldn’t contain myself away from him any longer. Jose may be right. I shouldn’t hurt Alain’s feelings just for satisfying my own selfish pleasures. I feel so fucking fake. Insincere. Guilty. All of that at the same time. The son of the revered pastor can still choose whoever he wants to be with right? Right?