He Changed Me (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Four

This is dedicated to Zaynela...Hi friend :) 

Travis' car ----->

            The days passed by with a breeze and before I knew it I was shutting off my 8 a.m. alarm and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I sat on the bed for a few minutes before dragging my ass up and going into the shower. Resting my forehead against the tile, I close my eyes, the dream I had immediately flooding my brain.

It was about Seth, like most of my dreams are. I dreamt that I saw him again and I didn’t know what to do so I ran. The worst part of the dream was that I was trying to run away from him and everywhere I turned he was there, calling my name. He called my name in a begging and pleading voice. It broke my heart and just when I was about to go to him I woke up. It took me forever to get back to sleep but I did eventually, wondering if that dream was about and if it was a sign of some sort.

            Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and proceeded to the kitchen. I took two eggs and four fat slices of bacon from the refrigerator. Reaching up on top of the fridge, I grab the bag with the bagels and took one out. By the time I was done making my breakfast I realized I was running out of time. I jogged to my closet, not even having to look long before deciding on short grey harem pants, red and black Retro Jordan 21, and a black Gucci shirt. Spraying my favorite cologne and some mousse for my hair, I was good to go.

            Looking inside my bag, I made sure I had my notebook and my laptop. I then grabbed my sandwich and a Starbucks Coffee Frappuccino from the fridge. Everything Starbucks reminded me of him but that was one memory I didn’t mind because it was perfect. Remembering it used to hurt but now I like that memory. It baffles me why thinking about it didn’t make my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach.

            Inside the elevator, I heard someone yell for me to hold the door. From the kindness of my poor little heart, I held the door. The blonde head stepped in without so much of a thank you or a smile of gratitude. She was on her phone yelling and from what she’s saying her boyfriend is in big trouble.

            She exited the elevator on the first floor and I did in the parking garage where my sexy car was waiting for me. I was on my way to school and done with my sandwich and drink. I made it to school considerably early, given that I thought I was late, thanks to no traffic.

            There were five people seated when I entered the classroom. Two of them had their head down and the other three were on their phone, iPad, and laptop. I took my favorite seat, the back center seat where I’m basically hidden from the professor.

            Just as I sat, the kid in front of me raised his head up and stretched. My heart leapt in my chest from the familiarity of his physique. Shaking my head, I chuckled and rid myself from those silly thoughts. There’s no way in hell we’d end up in the same place.

            I couldn’t stop staring at the back of his head and I didn’t stop until I heard someone say, “Good morning everyone.” That voice belonged to the professor; I don’t even remember his name. “Seth?” The professor asked. The kid’s head in front of me snapped up at the mention of the name. No! No! No! No! No! It can’t be my Seth. Nah, it can’t be.

            “Dr. Gomez, I didn’t know you were teaching this course” It’s him. Oh my God. This can’t be happening to me. My whole body went numb at the sound of his voice. How did this happen? Is this some kind of sick joke? I’ve always thought God was hilarious because let’s face it, he let some hilarious, ironic shit happen to people who deserve it. But me, what did I do to deserve this?