Our Tree (BoyxBoy)

I Hate You

Hey guys, sorry that I've been gone for so long. So much has happened in this few months. *sighs* Don't try to make me explain it cuz I won't. It's just stuff in my life that I can't and won't talk about. I'm gonna try to come back soon, though. All due explanations will be made when I do decide to start uploading again. For now, I'm gonna leave you guys this short story. Let me know what you think yah?

It's dedicated to Chelseadrag because this funny person was the one that got me out of my slumber to be honest. They didn't do some big speech, or try to help me and comfort me, or some such bullshit. They were just an amazing fan that left amazing and funny comments, that made me want to make an effort to come back. You're awesome. I know you don't like short stories, and I guess it's kind of an irony that I'm dedicating this to you hahaha.

Hope you enjoy,

Desyre.

                In physics class, the worst subject ever, everything’s silent. I look around and see the whole room focused on the exercises the teacher wrote on the board for us. I look down at my notebook and try to work out the problem but give up when I notice it’s like reading Japanese. I sigh and look up at the ceiling wondering not for the first time who invented physics and why nobody thought to stop him or her. I look around again at all the ducked heads and feel as out of place as I’ve ever felt in my life. I must be the only weird idiot and does not understand this goddamned subject, because I'm the only one who is looking around. I'm about to ask the teacher for permission to drink water so I can run away from this hell when I receive a text. As I read the name I feel my heart expand in my chest, feeling as if it doesn’t fit. It’s a message from Chris. It's amazing how a simple text makes this hellish subject, in which I just failed a test, into a reason to smile internally. It isn’t an overly long message, but then again Chris’ texts never are.

"Hi Matt! Feel like skipping? I know you are in physics :P I’ll see you at our tree."

I type back a quick reply, a plan already forming in my mind. "On my way."

"Last to get there is a rotten egg."

                I chuckle and put my phone back in my pocket. I tell the teacher that I’m not feeling well and ask for permission to go to the nurse’s office. The teacher, who doesn’t like me, not that I like her either, rolls her eyes and waves me away. I quickly grab my things and walk out of the classroom. The teacher probably knows it’s a lie, but doesn’t bother to make me try to stay. She prefers me out of her sight than obviously playing on my phone in the middle of class. Normally when I’m going to meet Chris, I run as fast as I can to get to him. But I prefer to walk today. I have a lot of things to think about.

                How can Chris understand me so well? You’d think we’re siblings or something with how in synch we normally are. I think about ‘our tree’ and how at first it was nothing but a tree where I liked to take naps when I skipped class until Chris discovered it as well; that's how I met him. Through this tree. That's why now it’s our tree, because almost no one knows its location and because it has a certain intimate air that makes it our tree. Or at least it does for me. I wonder if Chris feels the same way. Probably not. I think about asking him but he’d just tell me I’m weird. He really had no idea just how weird I was.

                I approach to the school gardens, and I barely put one foot in them when a voice behind me, which sounds frighteningly similar to the biology teacher’s, yells, "MATTHEW!" I don’t even turn to check if it really is the biology teacher. As soon as I hear the yell I run away so fast Usain Bolt would be jealous. I turn a few times to the right and left, trying to lose her but it doesn’t seem to work because I still hear her screaming my name. I change plans then. I stop dead and jump up, grabbing a branch and quickly climb to the top of it. From the top not a minute after I disappear I see the winded, panting, sweating-like-a-pig, and red-faced biology teacher. Poor thing, thinking that she would catch the star of the track team that easily. She should’ve known better.