Knowing that he could never have him was killing him. Knowing that he wasn't his first choice made him die inside. And he knew there was no chances for them. Why would there be? He's Adam Lambert, one of the most gorgeous, funny, smart, popular guys at Mt. Carmel High. And he was just Tommy Joe Ratliff. The guy that everyone forgets is there. The one who isn't as good-looking or as smart as everyone else. He was a lost cause, and there is no way of fixing him.
He remembers the first time he looked into the baby blue eyes that drive her crazy. Sixth period spanish. The desks were put together in groups of two, and, of course, he was late. There was one seat left next to this boy who he knew, he was in a few of his classes but they never formally spoke. He sat down with him and he flashes a smile white enough to blind someone. He extends his hand out and says, "Hi. I'm Adam Lambert" in the silkiest and sexiest voice he's ever heard. He grabs his hand in a handshake and manages to stutter out, "Tommy. Tommy Joe Ratliff."
"Well, Tommy, isn't it fancy seeing you here? You sit next to me in Social Studies, right?"
"Yep, that's me."
Tommy could barely look at Adam, because if he did, those god damn things called emotions would get the best of Tommy and he would kiss him. He imagined it while Adam was talking. Kissing him. Tommy's never been kissed before. Adam's lips look so soft, and Tommy could smell his mint flavored gum. He would press his soft lips against Tommy and then it'd get heated. He would be playing in Adam's dark brown hair while he moans in his mouth. It would be perfect.
"Tommy, Tommy?"
"What? Sorry, what did you say?"
"Daydreaming, huh? I do the same thing, don't worry. What about?"
"Oh, just… things."
"So, what's his name?"
"Excuse me?"
"The guy you're thinking about, and yes I know, I can tell. I have a pretty good gaydar for a gay guy. I swear, if it's Monte Pittman, we won't be friends anymore."
Yes! He's gay, too. But they're friends. Just friends.
"Who says I'm thinking about a guy?"
"Well, my boyfriend did the same thing the first time we spoke, so I kinda assumed."
Oh, he has a boyfriend. Fuck. Looks like Adam won't be kissing him anytime soon.
"Oh, so you like to make assumptions? You must like to judge people."
"I do, everyday. I judged you when you walked in here."
"And what did you think?"
"Class! Stop talking!" The spanish teacher spat out.
"I'll tell you later" Adam said. It looked like he almost winked at Tommy, and that sent butterflies through his stomach. After that, he decided to be bold. He ripped a piece of paper from his notebook while his teacher was going on and on about conjugating verbs. He took his pen and wrote down his number. He slides the paper towards Adam and looks at him with his 'I'm-trying-to-be-sexy' eyes.
"Text me."
That's when his roller coaster started to come down.
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