Change (Boyxboy.)

Chapter 3

Hey guys! 

This chapter is dedicated for someone special to me that has his 18 birthday. 

He is the sweetest person ever, and he demanded more of Kyle so that's what he gets. 

I love you  Steffy. Happy birthday! ♥ 

~Jacob.

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"Kyle." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. 

"I said I am going to the therapy. No one said I'd actually have to talk and get all whiny and bitchy. I am gay, not a female. Save the tissues. " I muttered angrily and my aunt glared at me. I , of course, ignored her and continued glaring at the woman in front of me. 

Her name was Zoey  and apparently, that she was my therapist. Well excuse me for not wanting one? 

I hated her name. Zoey was a badass name and this woman looked like a doll. Old one. Not very old, but old.

"Listen bud. " She spat and I arched an eyebrow. "You are not doing me a favor nor your aunt here. So if you are going to give me crap you better get the fuck outta my damn office." 

I grinned. That was a language I understood perfectly well.

"Thank you very much ma'am. By the way you might want to take off that mustache." I touched my lips as I looked at hers. She stared up at me with a glare that said it all. If I don't go out I lose my balls.

Either way I was very amused. 

I jumped up to my feet and waved before slamming the door behind me. 

 I didn't even bother to wait for my aunt as I took off, running down the street like my life depended on it. 

 Running wasn't a problem for me. I was great with sports but I ditched it all after I moved in to my aunt's place. Now I just enjoyed the run and the light breeze hitting my face. It was a nice day and it was around 5 PM. Dinner time was close so I assumed aunt will go home.

My phone buzzed in my pants and I stopped running. I took out my phone and stared at the screen.

Happy Birthday.

No name. Not even a phone number, it was blocked.

Who the hell..? I made sure nobody knows about my damn birthday.

7.1. A date that I hated from the very start.

I rolled my eyes. Great. I was 17 now. Joy.

Before I managed to slip my phone back into my pocket it buzzed. 

I saw my aunt's number and groaned. I answered her call, reluctant.

 "Kyle get your ass back here!"

"No can do auntie. I am going to the gym. Talk to you later." I hung up before she had the chance to yell at me and kept running, throwing my phone in the pocket of my jacket as I ignored the constant beeping and buzzing coming from it.

In the middle way I felt suddenly dull... Lazy. I didn't want to go to the gym and see others in there.

I decided it's best for me to walk home and so I did. 

By six PM as I stood by my aunt's house I saw a figure in the distance.

Damn this boy. What did he do here? 

"The hell Devon? What are you doing here? " I asked him as I got closer.

"Didn't I tell you that I will come over today and make you read the first chapter?" He asked as he arched an eyebrow, smiling brightly at me.