Chapter 9: Leo
Leo wasn't the type of guy who like to be ignored. He considered himself as a fairly normal guy, a normal gay guy categorized as a playboy, whose ability to charm had never failed but for some reason he couldn't seem to be able to conquer Alexy. True, he did fuck, once or twice or…well that didn't matter. The point was that Alexy hadn't fallen for him and that drove Leo mad to no end.
What must I do so that he notices me? was the question that kept bothering his mind.
Leo half wanted to strangle Alexy and half fuck him all night but he knew better than doing something like that because a girl lived with them and not that he minded doing it in a girl's presence, he didn't give a fuck doing noise or doing naughty things but Alexy wouldn't have it and he had to admit he felt jealous.
And he wouldn't admit it but he felt respect for the girl. She was kind to him but he felt she was so stupid sometimes. He didn't know if she was pretending to be innocent or she genuinely didn't understand easy words like pussy whipped. He didn't think that she was innocent like Alexy did but rather that she lacked some…words? Experiences? It was hard to tell. She didn't talk about herself at all and always shone the spotlight on others, probably on purpose to not talk about herself on purpose.
She wasn't the only one, though. Alexy also seemed to be hiding something, going on trips early on Saturday mornings, or random trips he did on the course of the week coming weary and teary. Leo questioned him to no end but he would always change the subject. Rosaline on the other hand didn't ask but whenever she saw him coming from one of his trips she always asked him whether he wanted her to cook something.
Normally, alexy asked for tea and she would make him something little and have a pleasant talk about fashion. Or course of fashion though Leo, that girl loved fashion but knew nothing and alexy in change also asked about science which she talked to him about, her eyes sparkling and her hands gesturing animatedly. Then they would talk about this book that movie, this accessory, that celebrity's outfit but she would always, always talk to him and then ask in the end.
"Better?" alexy would look at her and give her a smile he knew was only reserved for those he loved and said.
"Still starving." And she would smile and get up and go to cook. During that whole time Leo would be sitting on his computer "working" on this or that but he's actually be combusting in flames of jealousy for not being the one comforting the blue haired boy. And not that Leo didn't hide things but he was better at hiding things than Alexy and Rosaline. Who he sensed didn't have experience in doing such things.
There was the sound of a door opening and Rosaline came out. Trench coat, black skirt, tie bow shirt, black leather bag slung over her shoulder. No make-up only glossy chapstick which was as close to make-up that he had seen her wear and he an aspiring make-up artist, knew about make-up. Leo was fascinated by the way she didn't try to hide her imperfections, the way she didn't bother to cover up a zit or black head, or the way she didn't bother in taming her eyebrows (except the middle part of course), or didn't curl her eyelashes or bother keeping her nails long or even painting them or the way she always, always kept her hair tied sometimes half undone but with always something holding her hair away from her face. Or French braid. He didn't know if it was because she didn't know how to use make-up or because she had true, real confidence in herself and frankly he wasn't sure either.
She paused looking at his eyes, something she did with most people. He had seen her looking at others but she did so in the distance, she didn't go talk to them but she checked out it didn't matter if it was a guy or a girl, she looked closely.
"I don't know what you and Alexy are fighting over but make up the tension is starting to affect me." At that Leo snapped, how dare SHE tell him what to do. When she didn't even notice the obvious feelings Alexy harbored over her.
"Oh and I suppose you wouldn't like to go and kiss his ass so that he can fuck you already." The words left his mouth before he could stop them and he regretted them the moment he said them because he did like her, but he was so jealous. And right now there was hurt in her eyes but it died quickly, when she blinked, her hands clenched into fists. She walked to him slowly and Leo was actually afraid for his life he had seen the girl beat the shit out of a whole gang with bare fists. Scary but she merely walked to him and jabbed a finger on his chest painfully.
"How dare you suggest such a thing when I don't like him that way." Leo was about to make a nasty retort but she beat him to it. "and he obviously doesn't either." He was shocked at this. The way Rosie only showed physical affection to Alexy. The way Alexy only talked to her his private secrets. But it couldn't be…could it? That she only like Alexy as a good friend? That perhaps… she maybe liked Leo that way? Someone like him?
And just friends?
"He likes someone else and that someone is you. If you can't see it you sure as hell don't deserve Alexy even if you are my friend." and with that she stormed out of the apartment bangging the door shut. Leo was about to go after her when a voice interrupted him.
"what was that?" Leo was about to answer when he turned around and his mouth stopped in mid-sentence and dropped open to the magnificent sight in front of him. Alexy was in skinny dark blue jeans, formal button up with blue vertical lines and a casual jacket with a backpack slinging over his shoulder while his hair was combed back.
.Hot.
Leo covered the space between them in 2 strides and pinned him against the door.
"but what?" was all he the chance to say before he started attacking his mouth with desperation, tongue sliding between his lips and hands grabbing his arse. Alexy gasped and stiffened at his moves his hands curling into fists on his shoulders. Leo didn't waver he kissed him hungrily trying to tell his feelings through his actions. But it seemed Alexy wasn't having it.
"Leo wait." He gasped but the other boy wasn't having it. He kissed him harder and grabbed him only where he knew he could make sure of what he was feeling. And he felt giddy when he realized he was hard but stopped short when he felt something warm tickling the side of his cheek. He pulled away surprised to see a stray tear running down his right cheek, his face flushed with ecstasy but also something else. Something he couldn't quite indentify.
"I'm sorry." Was what he said as he walked past him and going out of the door, leaving Leo confused. When he turned around to see if he was really gone the half-open door was enough proof to him and kicked angrily at the wall with his foot.
This day couldn't become worse, could it?
