Things Change (boyxboy) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 12

                                             ~Reuben POV~

I have been thinking lately about my extreme makeover. If I didn’t make such a life changing move, would Carson treat me differently? I decided, that no matter what my appearance is, Carson will still mess with me, and even tease me.

I really don’t know now, how I’m going to escape from Carson’s grasp. He’s being very persistent about me and him being together. I can never imagine us together, I even told him that.

While, I was busy in the zone of my own head, I bumped into someone. I was about to apologize, but I notice it was Dylan.

“Oh… Hey Dylan.” I say,

“Hey! There Reuben.” Dylan greets back, and looks straight into my eyes. He continues to talk,

“Hey, what’s wrong? The gloomy aura you have right now, is really bringing me down.” He asks with true sincerity.

“I don’t want to talk a about it, and it involves someone you don’t like, at all.” I reply.

“Hmm…..I think it’s better if you tell someone about your troubles. It’ll help relieve a load off of things. Well, that’s what my therapist tells me.” He assured.

“Oh…Okay. I guess it’s a good idea.” I reply finally.

So, I tell him exactly how Carson’s making my life miserable. And when I finished, I waited patiently for his reaction.

He finally said, “Wow. Talk about a control freak!”

I nod my head in agreement. He continues,

“Who would ever that that Carson Blackwell can act like this. Heh, this is very interesting.”

I just stay silent, I didn’t really know what he meant, the situation just became weird. I finally responded,

“There is no other way, but to listen and obey everything he says. I don’t even know why he’s so interested with me? He doesn’t even want me to talk to you.”

“Now, now. Reuben, don’t lose hope. I’ll try to find a way to get Carson off your back.” He assures me and gives me a hopeful smile. Then pats my head.

I know Dylan is trying to help, but I don’t think he’ll make much a difference. He doesn’t know Carson, like I do. Carson is scary and self-centered. When he wants something, he always gets it. And one of those things is me, but I’ll make sure that he doesn’t get that.

The bell rings, and Dylan and I walk to our 5th period class. Before we enter into the classroom, I remind Dylan that Carson has the same class as us. And if he sees us walking together, he’ll get pissed and that is not a good thing, ever.