I Am Unpredictable (Book 3)

Chapter Fourteen: N is for Nerve and Not Making Sense

"After everything I've done for you, this is what I get back in return?!" I feel anger rising to my head in astonishment. "Why would you do this to me?!"

Brandon, who seems the slightest bit scared for his life, stutters as he says, "I-I thought it-it would ma-make things b-b-better."

Right, because telling someone who is best friends with the kid that hates your guts will make everything better.

I swear, this kid has no brain. Or his brain is controlled by one of those hamsters on a wheel, running its ass off. 

Maybe his brain is made out of pink Jello.

"How, Brandon? Tell me how it could possibly make things better."

He rolls his deep hazel eyes in a sign of total aggravation. (If he thinks he's aggravated, he should really think about how I feel.) "Richard, I like you. I hate having to be all secretive about it. I know everyone would find out. I was aware of that. You keep on thinking that everyone is going to torment you and I because of it, when in reality, it won't be that big of a deal. All you do is worry."

"All I do is worry?!" I stand up quickly. "Do you have any idea on how many times people have asked me if I was gay ever since yesterday? I've received text messages from idiot strangers asking me about my sex life with you! You don't understand, Brandon! I thought everything was better for me, but thanks to you, I guess I was wrong!"

I feel Alia grab onto my arm, pulling me down to my seat. As I sit, she leans in towards me, mumbling in my ear, "Calm the hell down, Richard."

I obey her orders. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and mentally count to ten. When I reach ten, I reopen my eyes and glance back at Brandon. "You should've asked me if I was okay with it before you said anything to anyone."

"How many people did you tell?" he peeps, his face being the color of a tomato. His breathing is heavy, probably because he thinks I'm gonna kick his ass.

Honestly, if Alia didn't say anything to me, then I would've ran to the other side of the table and dragged him down to the floor, only to punch him in the face until someone would pull me off of him.

I thought for a while. Who did I tell? Well, Becca was right there when it happened. I told Tyler after it happened, because I tell him everything. I told Alia, since she's my girlfriend and someone I can trust with anything.

That's it—two people. I only told two people.

"Two," I utter, avoiding eye contact. "Tyler and Alia." I look up at him, asking, "How about you?"

He probably told every living thing with a pulse and a thirst for hearing gossip about two teenage boys making out.

"Um, Aaron."

Wow, one person—that's it? I am actually shocked to hear this.

"That's it?"

"What, you don't believe me?" he snaps, kind of scaring me a little.

"No, I—I thought you would've told your mother or something."

He laughs at my comment. His laugh isn't the good cheery laugh you get from telling a joke, it's more of a "You've Got to be Freaking Kidding Me" type of laugh. "My mother?! Have you not been listening to my problems? She freaking hates me, Richard. If she knew that you and I had a thing going on, then she would probably kick my ass out of the house and avoid me more than she is right now."

So, his mother doesn't like bisexual people...?

"Brandon, we don't have a thing going on. I don't like you anymore. We're just friends. I'm straight."