So. I'm giving you guys a little more before I go away for a while. I know this chapter is crap. The next chapter will be much better with more emotion. I think I show more emotion through Matt. Oh well. This was short and bad. Review anyway. Tell me you love it, because you know you do!

Chapter 14

Text Message

I was so extremely shocked when I got the text message. I was sitting at home, trying to do my homework. In truth, I was thinking about Matt, trying to forget him. It was very hard not to think about Matt. I was in love with him. Of course it was easier after sleeping with my teacher.

Speaking of Mr. Stein, he quit. After sleeping with me, he decided he couldn't handle teaching me anymore. He wanted to quit before they found out and fired him. I felt sort of bad for sleeping with him, but it was totally worth it. He helped me get over Matt by just the slightest. He said he couldn't teach me anymore without feeling ashamed. I was fine with it. I felt bad that it was my fault, but it was for the best.

Yet all of a sudden, I got a text message. I let the phone vibrate in my pocket for a second before I looked at it. I was in the middle of a math question and I really wanted to finish it before I lost my train of thought. When I took my phone out, I thought it was a joke. The name on the front of my phone read, "Matt." How could Matt be texting me? He didn't want to talk to me. He made that perfectly clear. Everytime I went near him, he called me a fag. He gave me angry glances and he hated me. Why would he text me?

Unless he wanted to call me a fag. How dare he? Is he that horrible to rub the unrequited love in my face? I was about to start crying and I hadn't even read the text. My mind was running circles in overreaction. I finally decided to stop thinking about what it was stupidly and actually read the text.

"We need to talk. Call me as soon as you get this," it said. What did he want to say? I was so horribly afraid. I decided that I must call him, no matter what. I had to talk to him, even if he hated me.

I called him immediately. My heart pounded as I listened to his ringback tone. I don't remember exactly what song it was, which is a bit surprising since I remember all of the smallest details, yet I can't remember the song I listened to while I waited to talk to Matt again.

"Hello?" he asked, answering the phone. His voice sounded so beautiful. So cute and manly and amazing. I loved his voice so much. So soft, so smooth, so gorgeous.

"Hello-o?" he asked again, and I realized I had been fawning over his voice so that I couldn't answer.

"You asked me to call you?" I asked.

"Uhhh...yeah," he answered. "We need to talk."

"About?"

"I was an idiot."

"You were?"

"We...we need to talk...in person..."

I gulped and my voice cracked as I said, "Oh?"

"Yeah. Can you get to the park in twenty minutes?"

"Sure," I answered, trying to contain my voice. I didn't care if he was going to yell at me or be angry with me, he actually wanted to talk to me. I couldn't contain myself. I quickly hung up and ran to my closet. I tried to figure out what to wear. I actually considered wearing a tux. What do you wear when you go and meet the man you love but is afraid of you because you question his sexuality. I eventually decided to wear just normal clothes. I wanted to show what I felt when he was gone. I wore plain, normal clothes with nothing special in a dull and drab life, hating myself. I wore a blank shirt to make it seem like I didn't care, which is the exact opposite of how I felt. I ran out of my house and left ten minutes early, getting there ten minutes early.

Don't worry. The better stuff is coming tomorrow. I promise. Hope you still love me!