Secrets; Maylor

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Brian

Flashback*

John and I peacefully sat across from each other, eating our sandwiches on the grass happily. We people watched lots, and this was a great opportunity as we saw everyone walk by. No we weren't creeps.

"John, theres something I need to tell you." He stopped chewing on his ham sandwich, looking  me dead in the eyes. 

He slowly lowered his sandwich, "I know you're being serious when you call me that." I weakly smiled in response.

"I don't know how to like- make a huge build up for this so here it- here it uh goes." I fiddled with my hands nervously as he blankly stared, "I-I'm gay."

His mouth gaped slightly, dropping his sandwich. He scratched his head with an awkward nod, "Oh."

"I- I don't really know what to sa-"

"Um, I- Don't- Don't talk. Call me after school." He scrambled to his feet and left me sitting alone. My vision went blurry as tears formed. Why would he react like that? We're best friends. I wiped my eyes before any other students could see I was crying. I sucked on my blackcurrant poppa and picked little bits of grass, nervously. 

I just hope everything can stay the same between us.

"BRIAN, YOU, DUMB FUCK! I SAID THERE WAS SOMETHING IMPORTANT I HAD TO TELL YOU ABOUT OSCAR, ROMEO AND TIFFANY!" Freddie screeched in my ear. I almost fell over trying to pull away from the loud yell.

"Who?" A hand was brought to the back of my head, "OW!? What was that for!?"

"THEY'RE MY CATS. For a nerd, you're almost as dumb as Michael Kelso."

"Am not!" I defended.

"Then listen, you tree." He deeply inhaled, rubbing his finger tips together, pretending he was meditating, "They had a threesome."

"Oh, man." I groaned in disgust, "Why the fuck did you tell me that?" He shrugged and popped a grape in his mouth.

"We have English first, fuck. Hey, maybe we can sit together, love."

"Won't the popular kids hate you for sitting with me." He shrugged once again.

"I don't really care. Anyways, back to my cats...Does that mean Oscar and Romeo are gay?"

"I mean- no? Guys always have threesomes together when they're friends. Maybe the rules are different for cats...I mean they're all pussies." I shrugged. We loudly laughed until the bell rang, ordering us to get to home group.

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"Brian!" Freddie waved in a corner of the English classroom. I noticed he was in the middle of the room so I rolled my eyes. We were the first ones in class.

"Sit at the front." I nodded, taking the desk next to the wall in the front row.

"Hello boys." Mr Taylor nodded. I did a quick smile and nod before I began to blush like crazy. I anxiously looked down as freddie got himself organised next to me.

"A-Are you blushing!? WHY ARE YOU BLUSHING!?" Freddie screamed, the class was still empty, so Mr Taylor could hear every word. I hit the top of his arm with a scowl, "Why'd you do that for, nonce." 

"Shut up, twink."

"Ooh! You know your porn-"

"Bulsara, please." Mr Taylor sighed, interrupting. I cackled slightly.

"Yeah, Freddie." 

The class slowly began to fill with more and more students until it was full. As always, it became very loud. 

"Settle down, class. I'm about to do the roll. Do what you'd like just remain quiet please." He hummed making the chatter die down slightly. He skimmed through everyones name until he said mine, "Brian?" His tone raised, making it high pitch like he was confused.

"Y-yeah, here." I said, raising my hand slightly. He gave me a cute smile with a nod and continued. His eyes were so...beautiful.

"I know you're like straight," Freddie began making me gulp, "but, I'd tap that. He's blonde, but I'd still tap that." He whispered in my ear. I could see Freddie eyeing the teacher's ass and checking him out. Piss off, he's mine, twat.

Mr Taylor taught us some fundamentals and what'd we be learning this unit, for half the lesson, so for the last 50 minutes, he gave us a task to do. It was pretty easy until I got to one certain question.

'Is the universe deterministic?'

I don't fucking know. What sort of question is that? Can you even answer it? 

I raised my hand until Sir rushed over me, leaning over my desk from behind me. I got a waft  of his manly cologne, and it was hard not to shudder.

"I'm struggling with this question. It's something that doesn't need an answer. Who can answer this? You can't. How is anybody supposed to know that?" 

He stayed silent for a short while before moaning to himself- my cock twitched a little at the sudden sound. Can you blame me? He was standing behind me, and breathing over my head.

"I like you." I blushed like mad, "You're right. God knows. I just want your opinion of it- you don't actually have to know. Do you think it's deterministic?"

"Yes."

"Tell me why." His voice became more quiet as he got closer to me, his chin was inches from resting on my shoulder.

"Everything has an i-impact. If we have an opinion, why shouldn't the universe? The universe has a mind of its own, possibly. Maybe literally. It should be deterministic." I could see Freddie at the corner of my eye, looking at me like I murdered someone. He was so weird. 

"I think the exact same." He hummed, grabbing my shoulder with his right hand, "What was your name again, love?" ISN'T HE NOT ALOUD TO CALL STUDENTS PET NA-

"B-Brian, sir." I finally turned around and looked in his eyes. Oh God, they were even more beautiful up close. They were icy and cold but his round eye shape with his long lashes dulled the effect in the most beautiful way.

"I love that answer, Brian. Write that down for me." He smiled and walked away, checking on other students.

"He's fond of you, Jesus Christ. Talk about the gay tension." He shook his head in disbelief, giggling.

"Oh, shut up." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh my god-"

"What?"

"You're doing it again!"

"Doing what?"

"Blushing like you lost your virginity."