Chapter Five—What a Boy Wants

When I get back to the dorm later that evening to get ready for the day tomorrow, I find Christian lounging on his bed, phone in hand and only in his boxers. I practically melt inside at the sight. His glorious abs on display and the way his muscles ripple when he shifts slightly . . . I shudder inside with pure female satisfaction.

"What are you doing?"

I look up suddenly and see Christian staring at me with a frown. I look around and realize I've just been standing in the doorway staring at him like a pervert. I immediately close the door behind me and step further into the room, willing myself not to blush.

"Uh, I was just thinking," I lamely mutter as I walk towards my bed.

"While staring at me like I'm a piece of meat?" he asks, and I think I hear amusement in his voice but I'm not sure.

"I—I wasn't staring at you. I was, um, staring at your phone. What's that the iPhone 7? Nice." I scrunch up my face in utter embarrassment.

What are you talking about? Why are you so weird?

"Uh, thanks," I hear Christian say from across the room. "Hey, Andy, can I ask you something?"

I hesitate for a moment and apprehensively think of every possible question he could ask me. And of course the one that comes to the forefront of my mind is him asking me if I'm a girl. How terrible would that be? I've only been here for less than a week and he's already figured out my secret.

It's not like you're a good actress, Andrew.

"Uh, yeah sure. What is it?"

"How is it that Victoria asks you out the first chance she gets, but I've been pining after her for years and she's barely given me a second glance?"

His voice sounds so down and I feel really bad for him, but I don't know how to give him an honest answer. How am I supposed to know why that girl likes me and not him? Maybe she senses I have the same reproductive organs as her and she feels like I'm easier to approach? Sounds stupid but anything is possible. Which is obvious sense I'm a sixteen year old cross-dresser.

"I mean, how do I get her to notice me?"

I sit on my bed and turn to face him. He's looking at me pensively and I have to look away from his burning gaze. Why does he have to be so cute? And why am I the one he's asking relationship advice from? I've never even been in a relationship!

"Uh, honestly I don't know. The only advice I can give you is to be yourself," I tell him softly, not sure what else to say.

I get up to take a shower but he keeps talking. I internally groan. I don't know how to help him and I want him to stop asking me how to get a girl he likes to talk to him when he should only be talking to me! Ugh, jeez, I sound like a petty, ridiculous teenage girl.

"I'm always myself around her, and she hasn't noticed me! Show me how to get her to notice me," he practically pleads.

I turn around and look at him with wide eyes and I practically choke on my spit.

"Show you?" I squeak. "How do you want me to do that?"

He stands up and comes towards me. "I don't know," he answers with a shrug. "You seem to have a way with Victoria that I don't, and I know you aren't that in to her, so if you just show me how to make her like me I can swoop in and take her off your hands."

He smiles proudly, like is plan is completely fool proof and I'm tempted to smack him upside the head. God, boys are so stupid. He looks like he thinks his plan will actually work, and when I really think about his plan I realize that he wants me to teach him how to act like a girl disguised as a boy. I almost laugh out loud at the thought.

Getting my thoughts in order I look up at him and try to ignore his oh-so-gorgeous gaze.

"As, uh, smart as that plan sounds, I don't think it's going to work," I tell him and subtly move closer to the bathroom.

He follows me. "Why not?"

I shift uncomfortably on my feet. "Well, it's not like I can teach you to be someone you're not, and even if I did it's not like a girl would want a guy who isn't himself. I know I wouldn't," I mutter under my breath.

You would think I would learn my lesson, but apparently my brain as a boy is less receptive to mistakes than when I was a girl.

"What?" he asks, a frown marring his brow.

"Uh, nothing. Anyways I'm going to take a shower now, so, uh, maybe think of a different plan. Alright?"

Without waiting for his answer I rush into the bathroom and close the door behind me, making a show of locking it and then begin to strip. Just as I'm about to get into the shower I hear a pounding against the door.

"Okay, so how about you tell Victoria how great she and I would be together and then she'll realize that I've been the best match for her this whole time. Of course you'd have to find a way to make her stop liking you, but that should be the easy part, no offense but I don't think you're really her type," he says from behind the door.

Gee, thanks, but it's not like you're her type either, bud.

He sounds so enthusiastic about his plan and I almost don't want to tell him no, but I don't see a way how it'd work. I know if I was in Victoria's position, if I didn't like a boy before I wouldn't like him no matter what he did or said to change how I felt. And what could he possibly expect me to say that would make her change her mind enough to actually make her like him?

I open my mouth to deny him his plan, but he continues talking.

"I mean, it would just be the most convenient pairing. I know her parents, she knows mine. We live in the same neighborhood; we've known each other forever. I just think we'd be the most suitable . . . and with her there'd be no surprises and she's perfect so it's not like I wouldn't be faithful to her and be attracted to someone else . . . not that I'm attracted to someone else, I mean, I could be but I'm not."

His voice is partially muffled by the door but I can still hear him and his words aren't making any sense. I have no idea what he's talking about but I assume that's how it mostly is when a girl and boy are having a conversation.

"Um . . . okay," I mutter lamely, not really knowing what else to say at the moment. "I'm going to take a shower now."

I don't wait to hear his response when I turn on the water and drown out everything, including the sinking feeling that even if he saw me as a girl he still wouldn't like me.

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