Love Doesn't Exist (bxb)

~Chapter two~

As much as I say I hate love and say it is the most annoying thing in the world, school is slowly crawling its way up there too. And I am a realist so, I should love school, besides it is logistics right? Wrong, the things this school teaches isn't even logic base only weird predictions and theories of what could have been a huge discovery.

But I try to work around that and use basic common sense and logic to figure out the multiple riddles my teachers had decided was a great idea. Why must teachers try to "challenge" us on trivial things when we need to learn more important stuff anyway.

I was walking to my next class minding my own business like I always do, and someone bumped into me. I glared at them for ruining my calm mood and saw the one type of person that could make me in an even worst mood. The specific person who made me think love was officially something to avoid. Isaiah the openly gay dude who openly loves any boy he lays eyes on.

We both looked at each other as his face slowly changed into a huge smile and waved at me. I rolled my eyes and moved past him into my class, not wanting to converse with someone like him. Love is already a messed up system in itself but, there just has to be people who are willingly making it much worst.

Isaiah is those types of people who will befriend anyone and everyone, I guess you can call him the popular kid of the school. But that isn't what pissed me off the most about him, it is that every week he is with another boy being all mushy and gushy.

Like what is wrong with him he uses his good looks and so-called perfect personality to get straight guys to date him. Like I don't see what people see, is there something I'm missing in those deceiving hazel eyes and wild hair that others can notice. Because of people like him, the other party is usually left alone and wondering what life really is. Even though I haven't seen any of his exes react like that. But still.

I sighed shaking my head to get that playboy out of my head, it's not good for my mental health. I looked at the front and finally realized that the whole class was looking at me, had been thinking about him ever since I sat down in my seat.

"What," I said not really expecting all this attention.

"Don't just say that Mr. Filila. I have been calling your name for a while now." The teacher said pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Ok I'm paying attention now; do you have something you need to tell me?" I said just wanting everyone to not give me so much attention.

"Just go to the guidance counselor. She needs assistance for something." He said waving me up from my seat and towards the door with my stuff.

"For what" I questioned looking back at him even though I know fully well he wouldn't know. You know just to stale some time, I guess.

"I don't know just go." He said holding his head as the class's eyes keep following my every movement.

"Fine" I gave in and readjusted my bag onto one of my shoulder and slowly made my way to Ms. Lao's office.

I crossed the empty halls with no lockers only a bunch of doors leading to countless rooms I have no idea of. The one downside I know of in high schools in New York City is the lack of lockers to hold our stuff.

Once I finally made it, I looked up at the wooden door with the sign reading "guidance office: Ms. Lao" and knocked not waiting for an answer and just entered the office looking down at the floor in boredom.

"What do you want at this time. I don't want to tutor another idiot." I immediately said cause that is usually the only reason she calls me in now. But I do come into her office when I don't want to go to class or lunch and talk about whatever or I overhear her conversations with other students, which she doesn't like me to do.

"Come on Mark don't be like that the second you step into my office. Come sit down next to this young gentleman over here." I groaned as she said this but, didn't bother to see who she was talking about. Lately, Ms. Lao has been too comfortable with me and shes been forcing me to tutor a bunch of dumbasses.

For the first time since I got into the room, I looked up at Ms. Lao with a bored face. Her long shiny black hair falling messily on her shoulders and her piercing eyes that seem to read every thought of yours. Her skin filled with lots of tattoos she tries her best to hide, she seemed to be very brutal at first, but you learn to just get past that, at least for me.

She smiled brightly at me and started talking, "So Mark I have noticed you have been getting grumpier than usual, like a moody girl with terrible body cramps." She began tapping on her wooden table full of pictures of her old friends back in China.

"Hey what are you trying to say?" I raised my eyebrow so far not liking where this was going. Especially since I knew there was someone else in the room with us. What was she thinking?

"Oh nothing, the only thing I need to discuss with you is about your personality." She smiled more than she normally does. I knew she was scheming something bad, what could it be?

"What about it?" I questioned reluctantly.

"Mark what do you love to do." She said rising from her chair and in front of her desk to sit on it with her legs wide open and slouching over them, elbows resting on her thighs.

"I hate that word," I said mimicking her positioning.

"What love?" She smirked evilly at me.

"Yes, don't say that," I said seriously.

"Oh, this makes things much better right, Isaiah?" My eyes grow large as I shot my head to finally face the boy sitting next to me. And to my grief, I saw that smile I hated the most.

"Yes, Ms. Lao I have my work cut out for me." I was lost, why was Isaiah here?

I turned and glared at my guidance counselor and said, "I swear I am not going to play along with your ridiculous games."

She laughed, "Who said this was a game, did I say that Isaiah?" She turned to Isaiah smiling sweetly.

"No, you sure didn't." I watched him say with that sicking smile on his face.

"Oh, shut up man whore," I yelled.

Next things I knew I was on the floor in a chokehold. Uninterested I looked up at Ms. Lao and said, "Your gangster side is coming out."

"How dare you bad mouth my students in front of me. No matter how much I may favor you and tease you I will not let this slide." She growled at me, flexing her arm muscles to hold my neck tighter and tighter.

"Ow...be careful there I wouldn't want you to lose your job because of this." I playfully threatened her.

She glared at me and got off of me. I brushed myself off and turned to a dumbfounded Isaiah. I walked up to him and pocked at his chest and said so only he can hear, "Stay away from me"

Then I walked out ignoring Ms. Lao yelling at me to come back. Out of all the things she could have possibly done to piss me off this takes the cake by far. How dare she try to get me to like love and worst of all get the one person I die hard despise to try to teach me about love.

The rest of the day I was in the worst of moods, not taking anyone's shit at all. At the end of all my classes, I walked out the school with my nose in a book as I passed people smiling with friends and others bluntly making out with others.

I was almost out of school and all, but someone had to push my book out of my face and replace it with that sicking smile. No other person would do that besides Isaiah himself. I looked at him as I pushed him away and proceeded in my book reading.

But I guess he didn't get the message as he followed me partly to my house. I couldn't hold my aggravation in any longer and turned around and yelled at him, "Get the fuck away from me. You don't benefit anything by doing this and so do I."

He just looked at me not really showing an emotion besides a smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and started to run, run away from him. But like I thought he would do; he ran right after me.

I was really debating to myself if I should start yelling so people will get the wrong idea and he would stop. But me being the unathletic kid, was easily caught up to by the 50-foot giant. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to a stop as he smirked down at me.