Fictional

3 - Mrs. Lincoln

                Recess!!! Gosh, if they’re going to grade people on how many and how fast they eat, I’ll be the top student! I held two Nutella sandwiches, fries, chocolate drinks, two pizza slices, two hot dogs on a stick, a plate of spaghetti, and a bottle of water. They’d tell me it was already equal to a whole-day’s meal, but I don’t really care. I’m hungry. It’s not a requirement to be anorexic, is it? Some of them will call me fat others will call me “not fat fat”, but if you really want to know my health status, I’m pretty much in the brink of being overweight and normal. So, technically, I’m chubby. So freaking what? But it’s the kind of fat that can only be noticed when I’m naked, or when I’m sitting. Now you might be wondering why I tell you this, it’s simply because Boys don’t hit on me because I’m not sexy. Not like the other girls, they would say. And it is an advantage. Not that I hate it. It keeps me warm. Okay, back to the present, I sat next to a window where I can get a good view of the park. I mean, I’d rather have class under a tree rather than in a fully air-conditioned room. I always loved nature. We went to the theater earlier for an “orientation” for the new-comers, and blimey, I regret the decision of not sitting next to him. I almost froze to death. At least his literal hotness might defrost me a bit, and math was more of a late afternoon mass rather than a math session. I almost slept. Anyway, so right… recess. I can’t wait for values education. Mrs. Lincoln is the best.

“May I?” Alexander asked, gesturing at the seat at my front. I shrugged and put my tray down as he did and a strand of hair bounced to his eye as he sat and he flicked it back to where it was.

“Don’t you get annoyed with that hair strand?” I asked, pointing to his head with a fork, trying to start eating my pasta.

“Sometimes I do. I hated it so much that one time I considered cutting it but thought of using my mother’s bobby pins to keep them out of my face.” He said; I chuckled.

“I can only imagine.” I said as I wondered what he would look like while eating spaghetti.

“Really? Gosh, I looked ridiculous. But what the hell anyway. Okay, so I was alone at home reading a book… well… I thought I was alone. Dad walked in on me to check and he caught me with my hair pinned with a bobby pin wearing a loose shirt, a pair of socks and boxers. Nothing else. And he was like, “Son, I know this is hard to admit, but are you gay?” and I didn’t know what to say so I just stared at him and I was like, “Dad, knocking is a pretty famous trend today, huh?”. I don’t even know how to explain the situation. I mean, even watching porn was easier to explain. The funny thing about that is I did think of watching porn. I just wasn’t in the mood.” He said

Admittedly, I was laughing like hell.

“How in the world did you get out?” I asked in mid-laighter

He shrugged. “I never even answered the question.” He said and grinned

“Wait, what? So are you really gay?” I asked in confusion

“I don’t know. Have I ever taken lust over a boy? Yes. But does that count as being gay?” He asked

“Yes.” I answered

“Then, no. I’m not.” He said with a slight blush.

“Well, sometimes I feel gay, but not now.” He said and smiled down.

“Ha-ha, Alex.” I said as I cringed my nose at him and bit the hotdog.

“Definitely not now.” He said and smirked at me.

“Oh, shut up.” I said and stuffed a pizza slice in his mouth.

I heard a bit of mmph-mmph there, but I chose to ignore. He chewed for a long time and I watched him savor it.