Mya was dared(Narnian Fanfiction)

6: Brent

You're gay. You're gay. You're gay.

"Damn, who the hell she think she is?" I muttered, followed by swores as I ran my fingers through my hair. Her words were nonetheless stuck in my head.

Ugh just great.

I grunt irritatedly as I remembered back what that stranger had said to me. But to my surprise my guess was right... she was a girl. I didn't mean to call her that but I wanted to hear how her voice sounded like so I had to trigger her somehow. I don't get phone calls from girls everyday you know.

Meh.

I rolled my eyes as I continued finishing off my doodle of a giant monster truck. I just have to add a few waves in the circles, blacken the outer part of every line and wa-lah! It's finish. I held my sketch pad with both hands as I admired darlingly at my artwork. My lips curved into a smile as I noticed that I had improved my skills at doodling. I slowly placed it with my other artwork.

I know it's weird to doodle in this time of the day and it's weird for a guy like me to do things like this but, I kinda liked it and surprisngly this was the kind of things that pleasured me.

I would often wake up as early as I could just to enjoy this moment doing what I liked the most. The early morning breeze would often greeted me openely as it swooshed its way through the window, crashing into my bedroom, making my mood ligthen up bit by bit whenever I was sketching or doodling, it was slightly relaxing.

But today wasn't really as relaxing as I thought it should be.

Anyways, basically this has been my routine ever since my mom and I moved in to this small dusty town in California when I was in seventh grade.

Mom likes to do art too but she was more into fashion designing, she's actually a fashion designer who owned a small boutique nearby. Her designs were all surperb more than I could credited her for. Maybe I got all these from her because mom told me dad wasn't really into art. He was more into sports I guess. I don't actually know him. He left when I was three and the only memory I kept of him was when he tickled my feet that eventually made me peed myself because of overself laughing. I know, ticklish much.

I sighed. "I wish you could tell me why you'd left dad," I mumbled to myself as I slowly lied down on my comfortable cozzy bed.

"I was really hoping you could see me graduate but... I couldn't see any of that would come true any second now." I deeply sighed. High school year had just started and I was putting my pure priority on my grades so that I could achieve a scholarship to collage to continue my art studies and hopefully would come out as a professional artists.

Art school was on my top list. My mom and I talked about it all the time and I know she was happy for me to have a life goal. But what she didn't know was, there were also other things that were listed in my list. Yes art school was at the top...but there were several more things lining up at the bottom of it.

One of it was finding back my dad before this year's graduation.

I wanted to see my dad in that huge crowd, sitting beside my mom, holding her tightly when she cried her eyes out of pure joy seeing me successfully graduate from high school.

But deep down I know he wouldn't be there, he was already gone. Enjoying his life out there, forgetting mom and I even existed. I know this was one of the things that I couldn't tick in my list.

I sighed deeply as I ran my fingers through my hair. This was my habit, and only anxiety triggers it.

Ugh.

Without any warning, my phone that was on my side abruptly rang. It startled the hell out of me, making me swore a few before looking at my side to see my neon light alarm clock was showing it was only 6am.

I grunt. What now?

Then my mind rushed back towards the thought of the girl earlier.The one who made a fool out of me. The one who casually called me gay and got away with it. She even knows my name for the cakes' sakes! And the worst thing was, I didn't even saved her number!

"For the love of cakes!"

I was too annoyed to care. Without thinking much, I answered it.

Bip.

"Hello?" A female voice nervously greeted. I stayed silent. I recongnized that voice. It was her.

You're gay. you're gay. you're gay.

"Are you there?" I was eager to respond, really I was...but my inner ego was holding me back. So I stayed silent.

She sighed. "I'm sorry okay?"

Whattttt. My eyebrows were knitted into a frown.

"I shouldn't have said that..." she trailed off guessing I knew what she was pointing out.

She sighed again. Wow, this was something I guess. she was nervously apologizing even if I was the one who started the name calling. I don't know what to feel about this. I was still annoyed yet in the same time I was excited. I kept silent as I waited her words to slide.

"I know you must be mad but... I just wanted you to know that I...I.."

"I like you Brent. I've been looking at you since the first day of school and I..."

That actually surprised me. Who in their right minds would like me? I was the school most proud jock. I never dated anyone before and I know no girl ever was interested on a guy like me. Or was that just me? But I somehow knew this was a trap. Before she could finish her sentences. I blurted out."Who's this again?" Instantly shutting her up.

"Why are you telling me this slutty? If you're selling yourself like this, slutty know slutty won't get anything," I said mockingly, testing her.

"I have a name you know." She blurted, she was obviously annoyed now.

"And what is your name slutty?"

"Mmmm...I aaa.." Why was she so nervous? I just don't get it with girls. I don't have all day you know.

"Mya? Is that slutty's name?" I asked impatiently.

"Yeaaah?" I don't know whether it was a question or a statement but I took it as a yes.

"Alright then, Mya. I want you to stop liking me and move on with your life, okay? Okay by--"

"Wait."

"What now? If you've really been looking at me for the past 3 weeks, you should have know how I behave. I'm not that 'perfect guy' you know," With that I hung up.

I groaned as I run my fingers through my hair, and let out a sigh. That actually didn't feel right. Something felt off...

I was now lying openely as I stared at my plain ceiling. You know what? I should really do something about it. About this plain ceiling and myself. I think I should turn a new leaf for a change. And turn this plainess into something that you won't see everyday.

Hmmm...what to do what to do what to do what to....

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Well. That was Brent's point of view. So did you like it? Heh. Cakes cakes cakes. I would love to read everybody's opinions about this character and this chapter. Oh and about their little conversation, Wilma wasn't really into him. She was just pretending. Haha, next chapter would be updated soon. Cheereos.