The clangorous bell that was plastered on the wall rang, making it reverberate around the school campus as the students dispersed out of their classrooms. And inside the sea of students, there I was following my own routine of the daily basis, pulling the books out of my bag and shoving it inside my locker, and then slowly closing the locker as I heaved a sigh. There was nothing more depressing than school.
I let myself get shoved by the students inside the narrow hallway until I finally exited the school. My eyes squinted at the vicinity of the campus, swallowing the loathsome air that's already been imprinted. How I hated being here. I suddenly felt a warm hand gripping my arm, pulling me away from the campus; it is as though as I was a car being towed. When my eyes met his face, I blanched and my heart began to race.
His eyes were as brown as mahogany that matched the color of his short mane, a tall guy that obviously works out and it never failed to amaze me, he's also under the list of "Sex Gods." The guy was actually my best friend. I'd still ask myself why and how did we become best buds. We played video games, went to parties together, hung out at each other's homes, did home works together, we did every typical bro hang outs. As time passed, I fell in love with him. It felt weird though, but I'm happy for it.
"Bro, you gotta help me pass my major! My parents would kill me if I failed.I've helped you with PE, now is the time to return the favor, please?" he said with sincerity in his tone. The thought of him wanting me to help him made me feel luckier. He did help me how to shoot hoops and surprisingly, I got a 4.0. "Oh, god, yeah sure whatever, things I do for friendship," I said, wanting to say the 'L' word instead of the 'F" word.
After a nonstop tutoring, we ended up playing video games. I wondered if it's already the right time to tell him. But the prospect of losing our friendship was the only thing that's holding me back. "Man up," I thought to myself. "Dude, can you keep a secret?" I asked, staring at the television while punching the controller. "Uhh--yeah?" he said blankly. It was now or never.
"Promise you won't tell anyone?" I began to stutter, my heart started racing and I felt something was writhing my stomach. All those late night conversations, drunk driving, and girl hunting even though I wasn't interested will come to waste. I felt my face went scarlet. I was kicking his ass in the game but then he abruptly paused it, put his controller down and looked at me like he was scrutinizing my face with curiosity. God, how I loved his face. I would miss staring at him while he wasn't looking. I wanted to put my arms around him and drown my face on his chest.
"I-I'm," I stammered. "Just say it," I thought to myself. "I'm gay," I told him, staring at the floor, as I closed my eyes to suppress my fears. I wondered why he hadn't spoken yet. When I looked up again to face him, he was staring blankly at me. "Wait, is that it?" he shook his head, unsatisfied in what I said. "Let's just get back to the game, shall we?" he said nonchalantly. I quickly nodded and pressed the play button and resumed in our game. It didn't feel weird actually. We were just playing like nothing just happened.
I expected he'd be dramatic about it. In the middle of the game, he spoke "just so you know, I already knew." I surreptitiously looked at him and saw him smirk. Damn. I pursed my lips trying hard to suppress a smile. At the end of the game, I kicked his ass and after confiding him, I could have sworn the way he looked at me had changed. It was as if he was trying to convey something through his eyes, something that almost felt endearing ... but then again, it could just be my imagination
