DISGUYSED

Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship

“Paxton Adamson!”

Paxton looked at me with those gorgeous eyes, his eyebrows knitted together quizzically. “Y-Yes…?” He said timidly.

I was well aware I looked like a fool. I clamped a hand over my mouth immediately, realizing I was all too late. Slowly, my hand dropped to my side, “I know you from uh.. Well, you just moved right? Yeah, I know you from your other high school” I explained, still blurting out top secret information.

What the hell is wrong with me?

If Victoria was here she would of kicked me back to my senses the second I saw Paxton.

His eyes were almost as wide as his mouth, “You went to Westside?” He said, his eyes scanning over my body as if he was trying to trigger something in his memory.

Air escaped from my mouth that hung wordlessly. Slowly, I began to form full sentences again like a normal person, “Uh..N-Not me, my sisters...my twin and my older sister went there. She was in a few of your classes, I think…I went to a school on the upper east side, like my older brother.” I said, naming the first high school in my old area that I could think of. “I didn’t want to go to the same school as her.” I said nervously.

Damn it, why couldn’t I have been a good liar like Vic?

His face lit up like he bought the whole story. He beamed, “Really?” He laughed, “That’s so cool!” He said, holding out his hand. I shook his hand, trying to smile as wide as him. “I’m Paxton—well, you knew that.” He said playfully.

I smiled. “Ron,” I introduced myself.

Alex rolled his eyes, slapping Paxton’s hand off his shoulder. “Wow, this is so amazing! I’ll leave you two to your freaky bonding thing that weird kids do,” He said sarcastically, winking at us as he rushed away.

Paxton caught his arm in his grip, “Where do you think you’re going, Grey?” He snapped demonically, showing a side of him I never knew existed.

Alex looked back at him, “Anywhere but here, you pansy.” He seethed, detaching Paxton’s grip from his arm, “Now get the hell off me!”

“Gray, let’s not make this a big thing.” Paxton growled.

Alex scowled, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Adamson.” He said, his scowl melting away, batting his eyelashes innocently.

Paxton rolled his eyes, “Just get to dinner.” He snapped, narrowing his misty eyes.

Alex scoffed, “If I feel like it, mother.” He growled, stomping off, as the tassels on his black skinny jeans jangled as the only reminder that he was here.

Paxton turned back to me, rolling his eyes again, “Did you get stuck with Grey as your roommate?” He asked, pouting sympathetically.

God. He was so hot. “Y-Yeah,” I said, collecting my thoughts, “Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem like the most considerate roommate of them all.” I mused, biting my thumb nail.

Paxton laughed airily, “Ha ha! You’re right, though. I have most of my classes with him. The dean made me his mentor when I showed up.” he sighed, “He’s a lost cause, though. He’s total juvey material. I’m only his ‘mentor’”—he made air quotes around the word mentor—“Because I had a perfect record back home.”

I frowned, “That sucks, Paxton.” I said, feeling bad for him.

Paxton started walking, motioning for me to follow after him. “You kidding me? I feel bad for you. You have to room with him, after all.”