El-Oh-Vee-Ee (BoyxBoy)

Don't

What's with that guy, anyway? I thought to myself as I went upstairs to my geometry class. Why in the hell does he act that way? Being nice because he knows I'm gay?

I rolled my eyes, sitting down in my seat next to Tori, hoping she could get my mind off of what just happened. "Hey, Tor."

"Hey, Xander, what's up?" Bright and cheery on a Monday morning, yup, that's Tori. She acts as if she is, anyway. I know her, and she has depression too. She burns herself, hiding it under her jacket sleeves. Today, she's wearing her jacket. Must've burned again.

I mumbled, "Something weird happened today... Before I came here..."

Tori raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

I whispered to her about Vance, because people were starting to take their places in their seats.

"Wow. That's weird. He's weird, though. Probably just pretending or something. He does have a little bit of empathy, I mean remember, I dated him."

Hopefully you're right, Tor...

The teacher walked in, fat and oh-so-jolly like he's Santa Claus. "Hello, everyone, I hope you did the homework over the weekend. I will be collecting it." Oh, fuck, I  was distracted. "After the notes." Thank god. I looked at Tori hopefully.

"Need to copy?" She shook her head with a smile, taking her paper out of her folder and sliding it over to me. I opened my math notebook, tearing out a page, and hurriedly copied everything she wrote down before Mr. White began teaching.

 "Thanks, Tori, you're the best." I smiled.

"Oh, be quiet, I know I am." She flipped her hair, long, white blonde, and beautiful. I know I'm gay, but if I weren't, I'd definitely be into her. Guys are usually all over her, so I tend to get overprotective. Just because she's my best friend, my only friend, really.

I wasn't really paying attention in class. I know all the stuff I'm doing, so it isn't like I'll fail if I don't pay attention. I opened up my actual notebook, the one Vance handed me, and started drawing a guy with a guitar. It wasn't an anime, it was a real life person. Ed Sheeran.

It might seem pretty weird, me going from heavy, emo sounding bands', to a british solo artist's music. But that's me and it's what I do.

Tori watched me draw, like she always does, with admiration. She doesn't draw, she claims she can't, but I've seen her paint. Her paintings? Amazing. I've never seen her draw, though. "That's amazing," she whispered. I shrugged.

 "Thanks."

The bell rang, signaling the end of the hour, and damn, was I happy to get the hell out of that class.

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I was walking home after saying goodbye to Tori when, once again, Vance followed me. "Hey, Xander."

I groaned, turning around. "What do you want?"

He looked around to see if anyone was within earshot. "To get to know you."

My face turned beet red. "What the fuck?"

"You're not deaf. I want to know you. You're different, I'm different. Different people are good for each other."

"Don't play games with me. You're the football star. You have girls all over you, you have a new one every other week, and you dated my best friend. You aren't gay. I would know if you were. Gay guys have that sense, you know."

Vance chuckled. "You really don't know me, do you?"

What does he want from me? I know he's not gay, he can't be. If he were, he'd get the shit beat out of him by his teammates. So why can't he leave me alone, what does he want from a scrawny little emo kid?

"Don't even start. Don't."

Don't fuck with my love. Your heart is so cold, all over my arm. I don't wanna know that...

The words playing in my head, a mixture of lyrics I can't remember in the right order, to 'Don't' by Ed Sheeran. Pretty weird how my brain works. Every situation has a song lyric.

"Aw, come on, Xander." Vance's blue eyes met mine. "Don't you know? If I weren't into you, I wouldn't have given your notebook back, I'd have shown it to everyone." He got closer to me, towering over me with his 6'2 body, me being only 5'7. Over half a foot stood between us. I was scared. My heart was racing in my chest.

"You broke my best friend's heart." I growled. "Why would I let you break mine?"

"Don't think about that right now. We broke up for a reason. I break up with every girl I date. I'm just not into them. At school, I am, at least until I graduate."

 What in the fuck? Don't tell me I'm dreaming...