It all started with a bet...

Chapter one

                                     James's POV
I have made a lot of stupid bets in my life, like a lot. Like the time I made a bet that I could spend a week in a tree over the summer, or the time I bet a hundred bucks that I could spend a week without eating or drinking. Stupid bets aren't the extent of my stupid behavior, like how I drink regularly and most people think of me as some popular jerk who doesn't even support the LGBTQ+ community. That's where the " stereo typical douche bag" title annoys me most. Because what most people don't know is that I have, gay dads, a transgender brother, a Pansexual sister and many more people in my family who are part of that community, but that's not the point. The point was that they make a lot of stupid bets. But I've never made one as stupid as the one that I just put into place. I have to make the school loner fall for me. Mason. And what's worse is he is my tutor! I see him every day because I suck in school! He also hates me with a burning passion. I'm not gay nor bi nor pan nor any Type of sexuality that says that I like boys! Everyone knows that he is gay and that's why he hates me! But I'm still stupid when I get drunk! I'm just praying that I lose this bet!
"You're late James."
I whirl around to see Mason siting in a desk in the library reading a book. I tool my eyes and say, "Sorry, just got caught up with a friend."
"Whatever. Just sit down."
             During this Session I take the time to look at Mason closely. To take note of what he looks like and what all someone would find attractive about him.
         For starters, he had light gray eyes that were beautiful aside from how dull they were. He also had dark brown hair that was messy but in a good way. Honestly he was really cute and- wait what?! Why in the world would I say he's cute!? I'm straight!
I think,

After the session I walk home still thinking about what I had said. I shake it off as I walk into my house and greet my pop, "Hey pop,"
He turns to face me and smiles saying, "Hey, how was school?"
I shrug and grab a bowl of cereal, "Boring,"
"How was the tutor session?"
I shift my shoulders and say, "It was fine but..."
"But?"
"I couldn't stop staring at him!" I bury my head in my hands and feel my face grow hot.
"Do you like him?"
I drop my hands down to the counter and say, "I don't know pop! He hates me because he thinks I'm homophobic!"
I feel his hand on my shoulder and I look at him and he says, "Well let him know that! Tell him about me and your father, or your sister and brother!"
I smile at him and hug him and say, "Thank you..." I walk to my room but am stoped at the door by my brother.
"Do you know where my chest compressor is?" He clearly isn't wearing it because he is naturally curvy which is unfortunate for a transgender man.
I laugh and nod saying, "Didn't I get you that for Christmas?" I reach onto a book shelf and grab it off the top shelf that he can't reach.
"Shut up"

I lay awake at midnight a thinking about him... Wondering if I really did like him...
And if I did...
Would he like me back?
What about the bet...
I'll call it off and give that jackass his money...
This is something that he can't ruin in my life...