Not So Into You (boyXboy)

Chapter 5: Oblivious

“Why the fuck are you calling me your boyfriend? Seriously, get it together girl.” I don't understand. I made her angry so she’s calling me her boyfriend. I don't even act like a boyfriend and need I remind her I'm gay.

“Your giving up on this Noah boy aren’t you Greggy? I mean you should because he’s not gonna want you when you act like a little boy. How could you think you’re ready for Peter when you still act like you think girls have cooties? You are nothing but a little bitch who’d made a terrible boyfriend!”

My mouth shot open in disbelief. How the hell could she have thought about me like this and not tell me sooner. Maybe I wouldn’t be boyfriend-less if I had that small bit information.

“I am tired of all of your insults too. I am a girl and I have feelings Greggy.”

“Don't you think your exaggerating just a bit, I mean about the girl thing?” I know it sounds like a joke but honestly it’s not. Sherrie could be a girl if she wanted to; she’s really pretty it’s just that she doesn’t even try to act like one.

“Take your crap!” she yelled grabbing me and my stuff “and get out of my house!”

I got home to find my brother with this crazy horrified look on his face. It was all like “holy crap what am I going to do about this”. He’s a big boy though, you know with all that sleeping around and stuff so I didn't bother to ask him what was wrong. Instead I made my way to my messy room. It wasn’t really messy but that’s what my mom called it. In case you didn't know, mom messy is different from real messy. Real messy is like when you have your crap everywhere and mom messy is when there's one pair of pants on your floor and your bed is not made up so your mom starts freaking out and shit. Anyways I took off my jeans and threw them on a pile of clothes near my closet and after only five seconds I realized just how important those pants were.

I pounced on the huge pile of clothes I tossed my jeans in and went on a search and rescue mission for them. It felt like there was a pair of hands at the bottom of the pile that was pulling the jeans deeper and deeper. At one point I swear I was having a tug of war contest with the pile and the pile was winning. The only reason I stopped pulling was because I heard Grayson mumbling in my doorway.

“What Gray? I'm clearly busy right now.” His face was redder then the skinny jeans I wore one the first day of school. I stood up and walked to him still frustrated about the pants. I mean seriously how the hell did I lose a pair of pants that I never took my eyes off of?

“I need to talk to you, like really bad Gregg. I did something terrible and now I-” he stopped speaking and pointed to something in my room. “Your room is a mess.” What the hell? In case you didn't know Grayson messy is…never mind.

“My room is messy so what. Now how about you continue before I close any part of your body in the door and lock it.”

“I think I caught something.” He blurted out. His face was all sad and scared which is the only reason I didn't tell him he deserved it. “I'm sorry Gregg I sort of did some unforgivable things with peter.”

“That’s fine; you’re clearly paying the ultimate price besides I’ve already moved on. I'm so cute that I have boys calling the house phone and sending me love letters.”