Hey, Mr. In Denial (LBGT)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I've been thinking, what if Gloss chose me over Noah, would I still be happy? Just thinking about it now makes me want to laugh at myself for being so ridiculous. I know that I'm so over Gloss, but that doesn't deny the fact that I've been thinking of What Ifs. What if we got together? What if he met me first than Noah? What if Noah didn't love him in the first place? Questions like that, it haunts me almost every single day.

I admit, I have become distant of Gloss and his friends but I know, deep in my heart, that they are still my best friends, other than my slightly heartbroken Russian friend, who has become accustomed to listening to singers who pour their hearts out. Since the last of my class is physical education, I take a right turn, heading to where the gym is and find out that the bathrooms are almost full.

Gloss, Ashton, Derek, Homer, and Dale are standing, waiting patiently, their backs perched on the white wall that has a board for the sport announcements. Unslinging my bag over my shoulder, I stand beside my Russian friend and lay my bag down, kneeling and taking out my phone to see there's a text message from my mother.

Unlocking my phone and opening up the message, it reads: Come home early. Your Aunt Delilah is here. I send a quick message, telling my mother that I will go home as soon as possible and that Derek will come along with me. Derek wouldn't mind. I mean, he and I are pretty much stuck with each other. He knows my family very well and vice versa.

A shadow looms just above me and I lift my head up to look, and I see that it's no other than Dale himself, who has a small smile tugged on his lips that makes my heart beat faster. His smile is to die for; his pearly white teeth are showing, glinting. His eyes don't have a trace of any sad emotions, and it's full of joy and happiness. I almost smile back, but then I remember him flirting with Lilith, which makes me a bit grumpy. I roll my eyes at him and put my phone back inside the bag and Dale furrows his brows in confusion, not really getting me. Well, he doesn't need to get me.

This is torture.

I'm infatuated with him and I know that he will never reciprocate the feelings back, but there's teeny tine part of me that keeps hoping that he'd feel the same attraction towards me. Perhaps I'm being delusional, and I tell myself that almost every day, but I can't help it. After all, we can't really teach our heart to not have a feelings for someone. It just appears, just like how it appeared with Gloss and it faded eventually. But this feeling growing inside of me, I know that I cannot stop it. I could, but that would be hard. It's a natural emotions every one of us feels, and no one has a control over it.

The more you try to resist it, the faster it will grow.

So the thing that I need to do is to just ignore it and I hope that the infatuation will fade away really soon. Since this is just an infatuation, it might disappear fast when I meet someone at the party Derek is talking about. I have already agreed on coming with him, and I know that he has a plan laid out for me already, but I can't trust that fool. Derek has put me so much in trouble already by convincing me to come into the party. Though it's my choice to go, the convincing was his job. Derek is always good at convincing people. Sometimes he's pulling out the guilt card, and he always uses that to me. He'd make this awful face at you, telling you that he could go by himself alone and that he hopes you'd have fun. He always uses that tactic to me, and it always works.

Zipping the bag, I stand up and sling my bag over my shoulder, tapping my foot impatiently on the ground as we wait for the doofus to get out of the room so we can occupy it, change to our gym clothes, and head out to the gym to attend to our physical education class.

Our bodies are to die for already. I mean, I'm not really chubby nor am I thin. I am lean, with long arms and kind of thick and hard legs, I consider myself as an average guy. So is Gloss, Derek, and the others. So I don't really know why we have this physical education thing. Though I understand why, I always question its existence in the world. I'm constantly on a diet, eating only vegetables and less meat. But whenever I feel like eating, I ignore my diet plan and just consume a lot of people and the next day, I'd tell myself that I suck and regret everything I ate. And it happens often.

The junior class already gets out of the bathroom with their hair still wet from showering, their bags slinging over their shoulders as they talk loudly with their friends, which kind of irritates me. My man period is already over, but I think I'm starting to have one again.

Immediately slipping inside the bathroom, I choose the last cubicle at the end of the bathroom, place the bag on the wooden seats, take my gym clothes, which is a white shirt that has a PE embroidered on the left side of the chest, and a black pants with white stripes on left and right from the hem to the cuff, and a towel, and I get inside and close the curtains.

I place my towel and gym clothes on the towel rack and start to strip myself off, folding my uniform neatly and placing them on the towel rack far beside the shower to prevent it from being soaked. Washing myself just before the physical education class warms me up, and I feel refreshed by doing so. Gloss and the others do it all the time even though it's not necessary to wash up, but we do, and it's a requirement for us. That's why I'm always carrying two pairs of clothes and pants whenever there's a gym class so I can take a shower twice; before the physical education class stars and after.

"Are you going to the party?" The voice that I've come to like springs, directly going straight to my head like an arrow that has been let go of Cupid, the stupid God of Unrequited Love. Ignoring the voice, I turn on the shower hard and the water cascades down my body. Blocking out his voice, I start to hum the song Counting Stars by OneRepublic. "Hey, why aren't you responding?"

Frowning, I get a shampoo on the metal rack and pour a bit on my palm, then I start to massage my scalp, shutting my eyes. The last thing I want to happen is for the shampoo to get into my eyes and make me momentarily blind. That's just plain awful and cruel. "Because having a talk in a public bathroom is not really my thing, so talk to me later." Dale never responds after that. I continue to shower, like he hasn't tried to talk to me at all. I regret it a bit, because even though I slightly hate him today, I want to have a long conversation with him – one that would bring us closer and closer, but this is one of the steps I need to take. I need to get away from him. I can't risk falling in love with a straight guy who will never love me back. That's every gay's nightmare.

Once done showering, I turn off the shower and get the towel from the towel rack and dry myself. I'm not really comfortable dressing outside the cubicle, especially since Dale is here. It makes me cautious of myself. And I know that he doesn't want to see an erection sporting from me and I don't want him thinking that it's because of him, which I think it would be his fault in the first place because really, it's because of him.

I begin to dress myself with the gym clothes and once done, I head outside to find everyone already dressed in their uniforms. I wait for Derek since he's taking much time and two minutes later, he pops his head out of the shower and I frown at him.

"Can you get my towel please?" Derek asks, pointing his index finger on the wooden seat where his towel is messily placed and I scowl at him. He pouts at me in return and I roll my eyes at him, walking towards the seat and picking up his towel and bringing it to him. "Thanks very much."

The others begin to pool out of the bathroom but there's only one person waiting for me here, and I don't want him waiting for me because it will make me more delusional, so I give him a glare, which doesn't do anything really on him. Dale just arches a brow at me, shrugs his shoulders, and waits for me. "Derek, seriously, why are you such a slowpoke?"

"Just because," he only responds, getting out of the cubicle with his towel around his waist. He walks casually, as if there are no persons in this room. Though I really don't mind Derek stripping himself in front of me, because to be honest we have seen each other's junk probably a million times, it's just that Dale is here, and he might get uncomfortable, and if he does, the door is not locked and he can leave immediately. But Dale just stays, studying his fingers while humming. Derek, as if noticing my reaction, raises a brow at me and I just shrug in reply.

"Just go get dressed," I say, almost irritated.

"What's got your panty in a bunch?" he asks, unzipping his bag open and grabbing a black underwear. He bends down and wears his underwear. Dale snickers, disguising it by coughing and I choose to ignore him. I take a deep breath and sigh, sitting on the wooden seat, waiting patiently for my friend.

Once he's ready, he slaps me on my back and I shoot him a dagger look, standing up and walking out the bathroom. Dale and Derek trail behind me, following me like they are a lost kittens. We head inside the gym, and Mr. Rocos is waiting for us patiently.

Mr. Rocos is a 38-year-old teacher here in Sky International School, and he's the best PE teacher ever according to some. He's not really strict, but he could make your life a living hell once you piss him off. So what's better here is you need to get on his good side and never make him angry. If only a single person makes him mad, the whole class will suffer, believe me. His wrath should be taken seriously.

Since he's a physical education teacher, his body is well-built. He has a nice bicep, an abs, and a strong legs. He has a face of a twenty years old man as well, and a lot of girls like him. If he were just a student, I would have been a super slut by now.

The main purpose of Physical Education, according to him, and he has said a million times, and he will keep saying it as long as he sees lazy students, it's to 'develop physically literate individuals who have the knowledge, skills and confidence to enjoy a lifetime of healthful physical activity', which I've surely read on Wikipedia page. I'm not really sure.

Frowning, the PE teacher discusses a few things about body wellness, which doesn't really good in my ears. Like I've said earlier, I'm an average man who's constantly on a diet, so I really don't need this subject. The only advantage of it is I get to see Mr. Rocos flex his delectable and sexy body freely.

Note for today: this day really sucks. The class suffered the wrath of Mr. Rocos when he saw someone from his class chatting up with someone over the phone. The teacher confiscated the phone, and then that's it, we all suffered. He made us exercise throughout the shift and he didn't even join us, which made me hate the culprit. Normally, Mr. Rocos would stretch out his body along with us but today isn't my lucky day.

Sighing out loud, I get inside Derek's car and wait impatiently for him. He gets in the driver's seat, and puts the key in the ignition and the car purrs to life, engine humming. He puts the clutch on reverse, and looks over his shoulder just to check if there's someone blocking the path. There's none.

Derek turns on the radio, and a song blasts through the speaker. Adele's Hello starts to play. As her voice blasts right through the speakers, Derek joins her and I roll my eyes, preparing myself from his ear-splitting singing. He sees me and feigns hurt, putting a hand on his chest where his heart lies. On the side mirror, as the car brooms forward, I see Lilith and Dale engaged on a conversation. They both seem happy, with a smile tugged on their lips. I'd kill just to be in Lilith's position.

"Aunt Delilah is in the house," I say to my best friend. He gives me a side-eye glance and focuses on the road as he drives. "There will be foods there, don't worry. I think she's brought her kids. Plus, I kind of need you there. Today sucks and I need someone to enlighten my day."

"Wow," he says, rolling his eyes. "You really are my best friend."

Throwing him a smirk, I fish out my phone and headphones inside my pocket and insert the headphones in my ear and the jack inside phone. Unlocking my phone and opening the Music app, I search for the best song to play while we're on the road. Old song is going to be a good idea, so I search for one. A minute later of searching, Ever After comes blasting in my ear, giving me an eargasm. That's actually my mother's favorite. Whenever she cleans the house, old music come playing on the DVD, and I have no complains about that. My mother has such a great taste in music.

My two-story house comes into view. This modern house that I have, it's actually built by my uncle, who is a great architecture. The house is painted white, and some part of the house's walls are made of wood, polished and brown. There's a twenty feet wide, thick see-through glass from the base of the house to the second floor, which reveals the kitchen and the bedroom of mine, but my room is being blocked by the curtains, so only the kitchen is visible and I can see them swarming up around.

The bushes and grass are trimmed neatly by one of the gardeners mother has hired to keep the garden clean and neat and beautiful, especially my mother is an avid fan of flowers, like really.

The screen of my flashes up, Gloss' name lighting up, indicating that I have received a message from him. I open up the text and it reads: Hey, I was just wondering if you would like to join us? The squad is going to a theme park. Sent a text to Derek, but he's not replying.

Gloss' invitation is tempting, since Dale is going to be there as well. But Lilith is going to be there, too. Dale and Lilith have grown very close, and that's not really a good thing for me. On a second thought, my opinion to them doesn't really matter but it only matters to me. It seems like a good idea to join them, but I think my day would just be ruined by seeing them flirt together.

Without any hesitations, I send a reply to Gloss' message: Can't. My aunt is here. Need to spend time with her and my cousins. I'll ask Derek, though.

I'm not exactly lying. I do need to spend time with my aunt and cousins, so it's a good reason for me not to join them. In less than a minute, I have received a response from Gloss, stating that 'it's fine if I'm not going to join them'. Sighing, Derek parks in front of my house, in front of a parked car in front of my house. I assume it belongs to my aunt. Once he's done parking, I immediately get out of the car and run towards the porch of my house, not waiting for my best friend.

Derek runs after me, panting and breathing hard. "Thanks for waiting on me, best friend." He says sarcastically, rolling his eyes at me.

"Quit whining, you lazy pants," I respond, grinning. "Hey, check your phone; Gloss sent you a text message, asking if you would like to join them in going to a theme park with the squad,"

Without further ado, Derek fishes his phone out of his pocket and checks for the message Gloss sent him while I open the door wide. Derek rarely checks his phone; he uses it mainly for f******k, Twitter, Tumblr, and Spotify. I get inside, motioning for my best friend to come inside and as if on cue, Aunt Delilah pops her head out of the doorway to the kitchen. His thumbs rapidly touch the screen of his phone, sending him a quick reply and based from his reaction, I know that Derek is going to be joining them. Well, advanced have fun.

Aunt Delilah walks up to me, greeting me, giving me a kiss on both cheeks, which she likes to do to her loved ones. Her pale blue eyes stare right at me, and she resembles my father very much. She has her blonde hair pulled up into a bun, and her lashes are pretty long. For someone that's on her forties, she still looks like a walking Goddess. But of course, my mother is prettier.

"On a scale of one to ten – one being the lowest and ten being the highest, how awful is your day?" she asks me teasingly, winking at me and I laugh while Derek comes in and greets her. "Hi, Derek. Nice to see you, too." That's what I love about Aunt Delilah. From all the aunts I have, she's different, very unique. Instead of asking how my day is, she's going to ask me in a different ways.

Sagging my shoulders down, I shut my right eye, a hobby that I always do when I'm being playful. My aunt waits for my answer, and I grin at her. "I'd say 10, but since you're here, my vote is on 5."

"Well, I'll turn your vote to 2," she says, chuckling. I now notice that she's wearing a white apron, smudged with flours and food colorings and I realize that she's making my favorite colored rice muffins. She turns around and I follow her like a dog, throwing my bag onto the sofa in the living room and heading straight into the kitchen. Derek follows me.

There's already colored rice muffins on the table, ranging from white to green to blue to pink. There's a cheese on top of every muffin and I run my tongue across my bottom lip. My mother is watching me and a chuckle escapes her lips as she moves forward, giving me a kiss on the cheek and also Derek, who frowns in return. Derek isn't really used to my mother giving him a kiss, but my mother just doesn't care. She treats Derek like her own son.

Without waiting for anyone, Derek and I grab the rice muffin and munch happily. This is also Derek's favorite. His only favorite Asian food. At first he didn't like it, because, according to him, it looked so weird for a food, and when he tasted it, he liked it immediately. That was like four or five years ago.

Fishing out my books and other stuff that I need to make my assignments, I put them on the study desk that is pushed on the corner of my room. Derek is in the guest room, blasting one of his collection. I try to ignore his music as far as I can, but when I'm getting slightly irritated, I send him an immediate text, which he ignores unknowingly since he doesn't check his phone often.

I'm the type of guy who likes to do his assignments with earphones on. It makes me think and focus on what I'm doing while also having fun. Starting with my Calculus assignment, I take a sharp breath and begin to write formulas and such on my notebook.

It takes me a complete two hours to finish my assignments, and it's all worth it. Two hours with no Derek, it feels great to have a me time even just for a while. I put my books and stuff back in my backpack and sprawl myself out on the bed, bouncing a little bit when I throw myself on the comfy mattress. Checking the time, it's already 9 in the evening and by 9:30, I need to sleep. I like to have a complete 8 hours sleep, but it never happens sometimes. Most of the time, I will only have a 7 hours of sleep, or worse, 6 hours of sleep. Sighing, I roll over the bed until I'm near on the nightstand and within its reach, I turn off the lamp and get inside the duvet, sighing in contentment as I drape myself with the duvet. Grabbing my phone on the nightstand, I text my best friend and the others a quick good night and place the phone back on the nightstand and I let the exhaustion takes over my body, making my eyelids droopy and soon enough, I'm falling into wonderland.

Of course with Dale filling up my mind.