Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I3I - Trousers

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I shift about as we exit around the area of the shops and we walk up along pavement road with green grass planted onto the side, I enjoy staring at it, but it's hard to focus as it feels like I have some kind of obligation to talk to him, as much as I hate myself every time a single word falls from my mouth in a rude drawing tone, and I would cringe heavily whenever I would. Everything Brian seems to say is something so tedious and teasing, it's like he's playing mind games.

"So, remember when I was helping you buy your item?" He casually asks, and all the embarrassing memories from like 20 minutes ago come flooding back to me, and I can feel myself shiver though I try to play it smoothly. It's lube for crying out loud!

"The item that was placed there in that specific store seemingly for anyone to buy and they shouldn't be shamed for it because they are a paying customer and that their personal business in important to stay personal? That item?"

Brian stares off before clicking his tongue and smiling slightly, but it's like he's trying to hide it from me, "Yes, that item."

I fold my arms over my chest, walking a bit faster to make the experience less longing and awkward, and I scoff annoyingly, "Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, because I feel like I had no choice but to see what the item was, and I would consider us friends now, I just want to wish you luck!"

"What?" My voice lowers into a suspicious tone, "Luck on what?"

Finally, I'm staring directly at him, but bothering me by the second is his refinement to stare me back, but he looks so casual with his dumb big hands in his dumb jacket pockets. It makes me feel some type of frustrated, seeing that I'm physically not making him feel the same way he's making me feel. He seems unfazed as he speaks to me, just as we walk onto the school campus. I'm greeted with pretty green trees and grassy fields along a pathway and steps leading up along brick buildings strategically alongside each other. The layout of this school is amazing... one day I'll just get out of the house using another lie just to sit on one of the benches placed out and just stare up... no worrying about Cory, about if Freddie is doing alright or not, about the stupid letter on my wrist.

I jerk myself out back into reality, only to acknowledge Brian hadn't said anything as I was once staring up at the buildings as we made our way up the steps, I turn my head to see him eyeing me closely, his head turned a bit but it's like his hazel eyes were glaring me down. But that glimpse I see isn't much once he clears his throat and stares back ahead.
To my dismay, though, he answers the question I would've been happy if he didn't answer, "I wish you luck on tonight..."

He smirks at me and glances down at the bag squeezed in my hand, and I feel my entire torso go numb. How dare he assume I'm doing something tonight! It isn't even that evident... right?

I am reminded of the whole Cory thing... maybe if Brian didn't know he wouldn't have spoken of it. I was fine before without constant worry on my mind. I change the subject, thinking of what he said before, and not knowing really my feelings on it... but my first impression is, to be honest about it. "I'm not your friend."

"I'm not?" He sadly asks, but I can see through his sarcasm. "You're not. You don't even know my name."

"Right," he pauses for a moment, "Alright, Mystery boy."

"Quit calling me that."

"I have nothing else to call you," he says as we walk alongside a few buildings as people walked by or past us, it almost feels like they're moving so much faster as this conversation feels so slow. I can finally spot my class building up ahead. I sigh to myself in relief and begin to walk faster, but sadly enough Brian keeps up with me even when I don't reply. I was hoping that this was the end of the conversation, but he just starts talking again. "Ah, that's biology isn't it?"