Mute (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 2

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*Leo's POV*

"Good God, shut the hell up!"

Picking up my alarm clock and throwing it across the room, I cursed a number of times as I climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I hated that damn thing. No matter how many times I hit the off button, it would continue to blare in my ears. There was just something about that repetitive beeping that always put me in a bad mood.

After showering and brushing my teeth, I combed the front part of my hair up like I always did in a sad attempt to copy the style of Alistair Hawke: My favorite character from the romance book I had finished just a week before our move. Checking my reflection one last time, I admired my muscles with satisfaction. It may seem weird to check myself out, but I had been trying to get a body like this for years, and now that I had one, I was damn sure going to make sure it looked good.

Walking back to my room with only a towel wrapped around the lower half of my body, I headed for my dresser in order to grab the clothes I had set out the night before. Nothing fancy, just a plain white shirt to compliment my light blue jeans. I always liked to wear my clothes a little loose, giving a shock to anyone who had the chance to see what I really looked like.

Not that it happened often, anyways. The only time someone other than my family has seen me without a shirt on was at the school fieldtrip we took just last year. To this day I have never gone back to that swimming pool, and I never plan to again. The second I had taken my shirt off, a number of girls who never even gave me a second look were staring. It felt strange to finally be wanted by someone, even if it was just for their own sexual desires.

Truth is, I've never really had a friend. Even as a kid, people avoided or made fun of me. I wouldn't even know how to act if someone did want to be my friend. I admit it gets lonely, only having family around, but you just get used to it after a while, you know? Besides, I read. The closest thing to a friend is a nice big book.

After throwing on my clothes and taking off down the hallway, I pushed open the door to what I thought was the dining room, but turned out to be where most of our moving boxes were being held. The number of them amazed me. I didn't even know we owned this much stuff, and yet box upon box set stacked on top of one another, filling up almost the entire room.

"God, I'm going to hate going through all of this." I mumbled to myself, leaning against the door frame.

"Well, if all goes as planned, you won't have too. I hired some workers to come and help me out with all of this while you and Chloe are at school."

I didn't even hear her walk up to me. I had gotten used to the sounds her feet made on the floors at our old house, but since the tiles were different here, I had no idea she was anywhere near me. Turning my head to look at her, I smiled as her face came into view. Not very many people got to see my mom relaxed, given her position in the social media, so I always snapped pictures of her in the morning on my cellphone.

"Do me a favor, dear? Try and make some friends here. I'm tired of you not being able to share who you are with someone else."

"Do you mean friend? Or girlfriend?" I chuckled, pushing myself off the wall.

"Or boyfriend. Whatever makes you happy son. I just want you to have someone outside of your family. I worry about you, and you can't keep blaming your father for being alone."

"Mom, he didn't even stick around. What makes you think-"

"A strange kid is going too?" She asked, cutting my words short. "Honestly honey, you can't keep using the same excuse. Not everyone is going to leave you, so, will you at least try?"