Strings [BoyxBoy]

CHAPTER 3 - Strums

[Trevor’s Pissed and Twisted POV]

“Jerk. I would never go out with you” I muttered silently as I walk back to the bar to go get the two lovers. Well, Tri said they weren’t going out yet but I know it will lead to that. So yeah. She’ll have a boyfriend and I’ll be left all alone, again. That would be better than going out with Zac. He is such a jerk. First, he acts kind  then he does the douche bag act. Now, he sings like an angel trying to get my soul and lead it to a place full of rainbows and what not. Then asks me out. Bipolar much. I’m not even sure if he’s gay. Maybe he’s bi. Sigh. Why do I attract those kinds of men?

“Bad boys.” I meant to keep that in my train of thought.

“Who’s a bad boy?” Tri pouts her lips while walking out of the bar holding John’s hands. Great. I guess they’re off to the relationship ship!

“No one.” I rolled my eyes. “Bring me home. Now.”

“I can’t.” Tri whispered into my ear. I looked at John who was ten feet away now. “He asked me to go to the dock and watch the beautiful night around us.” she gave me the glittering-eye look.

She’s my bestfriend. I may ruin moments in her life like a real bestfriend would do, but this is important to her. My dear Tri deserves to be happy. And John isn’t bad. In fact, I heard from all Tri’s stories about him, he is an ambassador of something. Well, sometimes I blank out in her stories so I’m not sure.

“Fine. I’ll just take the bus. Enjoy you two.” I waved at both of them walking towards John’s Camry. Now I better head off before the jerk on the other street starts being a jerk at me again. Wait. What's he doing in front of our store?

Zac was just standing there looking at me. He has this stance like a real man. He's quite tall. Well, he is taller than me. And don’t get me started on those still wet white shirt. And those blond locks. Damn. But no. Trev, delete those thoughts and you don’t want it to go out of your mouth because he is walking towards you now. Oh no. Start walking out Trev.

“Sorry.”

“For being a jerk?” I asked while walking. Well, fast pace walking.

“I didn’t mean to offend you.” he explained. “I chose the wrong words. I meant, could we hang out.”

“Not a date?” saying with no emotion. I stopped walking.

“Yeah. And Trev,” he said my nickname. I never knew my name could sound so good. “You haven’t made up for vomiting and pouring beer on me.” he continued “Hanging out with me would.”

“Are you black mailing me, Zac?” he gave out a smile hearing his name. He looked dazed.

“Nope.” He said popping the P. “I just wanna be friends.”

Okay then.

“So, would you hang out with me?” he raised his hands.

“I said OKAY, okay?”

“No, you didn't.” he smiled.

Oh crap, I should know when and when not to say things. Better get myself fixed. Maybe Zac could.

Sun was glaring into my eyes. Lynn must have opened my curtains. Great, I’m late again. Then my phone rang and picked it up. Unknown number. I raised my brow as I answered it.

“Trevor here.”

“Yo!” the voice on the other side screamed.

“And this is?”