Send Me You

Chapter Three: Peter

I approach my locker after lunch, ready to be disappointed. Instead, after entering my code, a small slip of paper dances to the floor. I pick it up hastily and read it.

Peter,

That is kind of scary how you already know so much about me from my reaction to your smile, ̷b̷u̷t̷ ̷i̷'̷d̷ ̷l̷o̷v̷e̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷m̷e̷e̷t̷ ̷u̷p̷ ̷w̷i̷t̷h̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷ but I like that idea of going to Mickey's Diner with you.

-Sebastian

I smirk. Totally called it, I think smugly. I grab my notebook and backpack and begin walking to my next class.

I sit down in Mr. Niebergall's classroom.

"Hey, Peter," Jessica leans over to me. She's the girl that sits in the desk beside mine. "I'm hosting a sleepover at my house Friday night, wanna come?"

I lean closer to her. "Uh, cha!"

She smiles. "Nice! I'll text you the info." She pulls out her phone and begins typing away. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

The nice thing about being gay is that I get invited to girl's sleepovers. They know that I won't try anything on them. Also, girl's sleepovers are so much more fun than guys' ones! With guys, we just play Battle Royale for hours on end. With the girls, there's games, gossip and guy talk. The three G's! *insert squealing here* Girls get me. Guys don't. That's just how the world is.

I rip a page out of the notebook resting on my desk. I get a pen from my backpack, and begin writing a note back to Sebastian.

Sebastian,

I'm so glad you agreed! I have an event to attend on Friday night, but maybe I could pick you up at your house on Saturday around four? I'll pay! I get a friend discount. Knowing people really pays off, huh? Text me at this number:

385-625-4859

~Peter

I smile. Now I need to get it in his locker... Then an idea comes. I raise my hand.

"Sí, Pedro?" (Yes, Peter?) Mr. Niebergall asks.

"Puedo usar el baño?" (May I use the bathroom?) I ask in return.

"Sí, pero hazlo rápido." (Yes, but make it quick.) He sighs.

I shove the note in my pocket, grab the bright orange hall pass and exit the classroom.

Once I was out of the stuffy room, I shrug on the vest that our school uses as hall passes. This is the ugliest thing that I've ever worn. I think with disgust. There's a reason I never use hall passes.

I make it to Sebastian's locker and carefully slip the note inside. I speed-walk back to the Spanish room that's on the other side of the school and hang the vest back up and sit down.

"You okay?" Jessica whispers.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I reply.

"You're panting. The bathroom is right outside the classroom."

"Oh," Is all I say. "One sec."

I text her the details of my little adventure, leaving out Sebastian's name. Jessica's eyes dart across her phone screen that's hidden underneath her desk like she's watching a ping-pong game. My phone vibrates when she replies.

Jessica: Coolio

Me: coolio indeed.

I carefully drop my phone back into my bag, making sure not to make any noise. If I make too much noise then Mr. Neibergall will wake up from his little nap and take my phone away.

The rest of the class is quiet, except for the scratching of pens and pencils on the paper that the teacher passed out before he passed out himself.

The bell rings loudly and Mr. Neibergall jumps, taking his feet off of his desk.

"Clase perdida," (Class dismissed,) Mr. Neibergall says, still a little startled from the bell.

On my way to Algebra, I pass Sebastian's locker. I see him reading my note and smiling. I smile a bit myself, mentally celebrating. I lock eyes with him for a moment, my smile growing wider. I snap my head forward again when I see some other guy approach him. Who the hell is that? I think angrily.