Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

chapter 14

Chapter 14

We won the game and I was practically on top of the world. I somehow got my mojo back and it was like last week never happened. I was more determined than ever to do better, and so I did. It was a lot easier when I didn't have much negativity holding me down. My mind felt a lot clearer after my talk with Eddie and it was like there was a whole lot less weighing me down. Game night could not have gone any better. Coach was pleased with my efforts and stopped threatening to take away captaincy or cut me from the team. The team stopped being so cold with me and we were back to normal.

My dad even had a few nice words to say to me afterwards. His trophy son was back to making him proud, and as much as I didn't want to care about what he thought, I still did. Once the game was over my stress levels had dropped and now it was time for some fun. I was on top of the world, just ready to wind down and enjoy the rest of the night.

I wish I could say the night sEmilyed stress free, but I was delusional if I thought that the second Lucas crossed my mind that I wouldn't be filled with anxiety. Nerves. They killed me. I made plans to hang out with Lucas tonight, just as friends, but I couldn't back out. I couldn't just ditch him no matter how much my hands were shaking. I hadn't felt this way since high school, and even then the only times I really saw Lucas was walking through the halls.

Now I was actually communicating with him, but I had to admit it was a lot easier talking to a guy. Yet, still at the same time talking to Lucas, or even just thinking about talking to Lucas had my heart racing. "Would you stop fidgeting?" Eddie asked. I sat on my bed. I was ready to go but I had to wait for him.

"Would you hurry up? We're going to be late," I said impatiently. I could hear the loud thumping music from the girl's dorms next door. The boy's dorms were practically empty. Everyone was already over there except for a few stragglers. Being in the soccer team and having just played a game, it took us a little longer to get ready, not to mention we had lazed around a little before deciding to go. "You always show up late. You hate going early," he pointed out.

That was true. I did like going later. That was because I liked to get in and out quickly. I liked to show up when everyone was already half wasted, then leave after I've watched enough stupid people do stupid things. Tonight though I kind of wanted to go earlier to spend some extra time with Lucas. God damn it, I had it bad. I was still trying to sort out my feelings for Lucas but I knew I liked him. I wasn't quite sure of the extent of those feelings or what I was going to do about them though. I just knew I wanted to be around him. "Yeah but...Lucas' waiting," I said. "He said he's fine with going later," he said. Another true point. I groaned in frustration and stood up, "Can you just hurry up with your stupid shoes?" "Okay, lover boy," he muttered under his breath. "What did you just call me?" I asked even though I heard him. "Nothing..." He said, shaking his head. He smiled brightly once he was finished and stood up. "Are you finally done?" I asked. "Yeah, are you?" he asked. "Yes.

I have been for the past half an hour," I told him. "You know, you could have gone and got Lucas without me," he said. Yet again, this asshole wouldn't stop thinking logically and making good points. "I know that. I wasn't about to abandon my best buddy though," I said, but truth be told it was because I was nervous enough as it was and didn't want to add being alone with Lucas onto it. "How thoughtful. So, are you bringing condoms?" he asked. "What?!" I practically yelled. Surely my eyes went the sized of saucers. It felt like they popped right out of my head. "I'm just asking.

I mean...you always screw people on the first date," he said like it was obvious. "This is not a date," I hissed. "You're wearing your good jeans. It's a date," he said with a smug smile. I looked down at my tight, black jeans. How did he even know these were my good jeans? I didn't even know these were my good jeans. Eddie was really starting to test my patience now. I regretted telling him about how I felt towards Lucas because he's done nothing but tease me about, just like he did in high school.
"Can we just go?" I asked. "Alright, okay. Lead the way," he said, gesturing towards the door. "I will," I said firmly. I marched over to the door and swung it open, going straight down the hall. With all the confidence I could muster, I knocked on Lucas' bedroom door loudly.