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EPOV
He was wearing black denim jeans that hugged his long, well-muscled legs. He had on a black button-down shirt that looked like silk. He sat in the back row against the farthest corner next to the
window, writing something down in his notebook, while Sam was talking his ear off.
I moved to sit in front of Sam and a cross from him.
"—you should be there it's gonna be epic man." Sam was speaking joyously to Greek god.
"I'll try and make it, not sure ma's gonna let me go." He answered of-handedly still writing in his notebook "we still have to unpack and shit."
neither had yet to acknowledge my presence.
"Hi, Sam."
Sam jumped and finally, stop staring at Greek god. It was almost as if he had forgotten he was in a class room full of his peers. What was his deal anyway? He's dating Emily.
"Hey Eddie" I glared at him. I hated it when people called me that, only Jake can...
Don't go there, I told myself. "New student?"
Really, 'new student' is all you can come up with Edward? Lame.
"Yeah." Sam smiled. "This is Paul. Paul, Edward." Paul, hot kids always have weird name for some reasons.
"Nice to meet cha, Edward." He had a deep rich and honeyed voice. It was sensual.
"You can call me Dee or Ed" I smiled.
"Okay, Dee lovely shirt"
Thank god Mr. LeBosi started class, because I didn't know how to respond. So I just smiled and turned around.
"Good morning, class." He spoke like a robot, and was part of the reason I've come to resent English was his fault.
He was boring and he always assigned us the most freaky and weirdest stories to read. I mean who reads shit about a man who turned into a bug? Or a crazy woman who thinks there a woman in a
wall trying to escape? And that's not even the worse. I mean, gee if you're gonna make us read stories at least make it 1st appropriate and interesting. But no, that won't ever happen because he is
so fucking weird.
I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't understand LeBosi question. Sam had to shake my shoulders.
I look up and Mr. LeBosi is looking down at me, with a question mark expression.
"Mr. Cullen, I do not have time for this childish game of yours." I also think he hates me. I'm the only one he calls by last name, and he's always using 1950's English with me.
"Mr. Leux-Bah-sea." I said pronouncing each syllables of his name "I was not aware that, I was gaming you, but now that you've mentioned it I just might." I said just like a British person from the 50's would.
The whole class burst out laughing. I slightly turn to look at Paul and see him grinning.
"Mr Cullen, if your paper is not turned in by next class, I will not accept anymore." Whatever you say Bosi, I wanted to say but I didn't want to end up in ISS.
"Of course, mate." Girls giggled, and guys shook their head at me.
The rest of class was boring as always; LeBosi preached about the central idea and themes in Metamorphoses by Franz Kafka. No one paid attention, most were sleeping, accept Paul. He was paying
attention and taking notes. He seemed interested in what LeBosi was saying. He was so beautiful, more beautiful than Jake.
I leaned the desk, supporting my head with my right arm and looked. He was as tall as Jake, if not a few inches taller. He had dark luxuriant brown curls with an unusual shade of coppery brown eyes
and a Greek nose framing an angular face with. The fire in his eyes made my stomach drop, a feeling I have only experience with Jake. There was strength in his features that I found compelling.
Our eyes caught, I felt my face heat up, and for a second I thought I saw lust… but he just smirked and returned to his notes. I hadn't been this attracted to another man since Jake. A rush of guilt
beat through me at the strong sexual reaction I had towards Paul.
I turned around and stared straight ahead. I couldn't believe the feeling in my stomach. What the hell is wrong with me? How can I feel like that, when Jake and I only ended things not even 24 hours
ago?
The bell finally rang, students fought each other to the door, I unusually took my time to put my stuff away just to talk to Paul.
"I'll see ya at football Paul, man; later Eddie." Sam smirked at me and left. So it was only LeBosi, Paul and I.
I slide my Burberry messenger bag on my shoulder.
"You play football?" I asked as we walked toward the door
"Yea, since 5th grade." he smiled.
"Do not forget the paper, Mr. Cullen." LeBosi says.
I rolled my eyes, and I guess Paul caught that. "What's the deal between y'all anyway, I sorta got a negative vibe." he smiled
"Oh, he's a hard core catholic and since I'm...you know gay, he like despise me; thinks I'm a sin or something." I laughed
"You're gay?" he askes if he had never heard of the word, much less said it.
I hesitated "Y-yeah, I mean its old news I came out in 8th grade and stuff."
He was totally shocked. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted him to like me so much I would have laughed at his facial expression
"Oh."
"If you're not cool with it, it's fine." I said nonchalant, when in truth I was freaking out.
"No, no. it's cool." Paul finally said, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "I'm just not used to people saying that. Where I come from you would've been hanged within the following five
seconds of saying that." he smiled.
"Hanged, really? Where is that misfortune place?" I ask being over dramatic.
"El Paso."
"Where's that at, Alabama?" I joked
"Nope, right here in Texas, it's a bit less than 10 hours away from here."
"Oh, well I'm glad you're cool with it, because I'd really like to be your friend." I shyly glanced at him sideways.
"Well, I'd really like to be your friend too Dee." He laughs. "I won't even mind you doing middle school shit like you're doing right now."
"Hey, you should be proud, it's not every day I ask someone to be my friend."
"Oh, Dee I don't think I could've gone this entire year without you being my friend." His voice was full of sarcasm." Thank you! Muchas gracias."
"I didn't know you spoke Spanish."
Well duh!
"Si? asi que hago." He says in what was in my opinion perfect spanish.
"Well, I completely suck at Spanish so maybe you could tutor me sometimes."
"No problems," He gave a small smile. "Just tell me when."
We continued out playful banter and flirting, I think all the way to the cafeteria where we picked our lunch and sat with my crew; which consisted of Emmett, Rose, Mike, Jessica, Jacob and now Leah,
the rest of the crew had different lunch time than us.
I introduced him to everyone, they all smiled and welcomed him with 'hey's' and 'sup's?'; everyone beside Jake who seemed to be glaring at Paul. I ignored him and sat next to Jessica right across from
Jake, with Paul on my left.
"How's your day been so far Paul?" Rose asked
"Good, I like this school." Paul shrugged. "It's way cleaner than my previous high school."
"Right," I nodded smirking. "And remember Edward said you could be his friend."
Paul snickered. "Yup, and Edward granted me permission to be his friend."
Everyone laughed with the exception of Jake, who eyes were so narrowed you could barely see the brown in it.
"Well you should be glad, because he's an amazing friend." Jessie nodded in a superiorly way.
"He is amazing." Jake said looking at me, and finally loosing his glare.
"Jake, right?" Paul asked. Jake nodded. "You're captain and Quarterback. I heard from my coach back home, you're pretty good."
"Are you planning on joining the team?" Jake looked at him curiously.
"Yeah, at my old school I use to be captain." Paul smiled
"Well you can't, we only have two more games anyway." before Paul could respond, Jake left. Everyone was quiet.
The atmosphere at the table was tense.
What was his deal anyway? What makes him think he can act like that when I talked to a guy he doesn't know? I pushed my food away, I wasn't hungry anymore.
This morning we had agreed thatwe would be friends. Friends don't act like that to their friend's friends. The bell rang ending lunch.
"I'll see you later Paul." I waved walking fast to my locker, I wasn't feeling very sociable. I dialed my combination and opened my locker. I hated how cheery and happy it looked, when I was not a
happy camper. I took my stuff for the next periods and dumped it in my bag.
"You shouldn't do that to him." Jessie appeared out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of me. In the process I bang my hand on the frame of the locker. Bitch so did that on purpose.
"Fuck Jessie, that hurts. And what are you talking about." I asked glaring at her.
"You, showing off Paul in his face."
"Who's face?"
"Jake."
I growl. "You know what I'm so sick of people getting pissy when I do something for myself. What about his relationship with Leah, how do you think I feel about that? I mean when did I agree that I
wasn't going to flirt with any other guy for my whole high school career? Why do I always have to be the selfless one and think the others first?" I had to stop; I was running out of breath.
You see when i'm mad, I snapped and Yell at the first person who talks to me, then I go into this little rent. Then I feel horrible and usually apologized, but I'm not today.
"You done?" she rolled her yes.
That's why I'm not apologizing, because she's a bitch who went looking for it. She knows how I am; there is a reason why she's my best friend. I banged locker close and left.
"Dee baby, I get what you're saying but flirting with another guy in front of him when y'all only broke it off the day before... I can understand why he was so pissed." She explains softly. "I mean the
kid-"
"Paul." I interrupted.
But of course she doesn't acknowledge it "is Hot, plays football, was captain back where he's from, makes people head turn four times, gay, and totally into you. Of course Jake acted that way at
lunched. He's jealous and heartbroken. Give some time to get used to it before you start being all BAM! In yo FACE! You know."
I laughed out loud when she said that. Her face was oh god I would've paused at that moment if I had a remote for life. Wait…
"Did you say he was gay?" I asked shocked.
"You didn't know?" I shook my head unable to speak. "Well yeah, he and Sam had some kinda heart to heart moment. He told Sam who told Mike who told me that the reason why they moved was
because of his sexuality." Her eyes, had that excitement she got every time there was new gossip.
"No!" I was speechless. Paul was gay? "B-but, my gay signal?"
"Doesn't work Dee, but yeah he moved here because he came out to his parents. Apparently mommy was fine with it and daddy not so much. Ask the mom to choose kicking him out or both of them
leaving. She made her choice."
Oh my gosh. Paul who oozed straight, was gay? And not happy gay, but gay I like to suck another man gay? Never would've guessed.
Wow.
Well this certainly explains some of Jake acting during lunch.
The bell ranged, and shit they were late. "Love you tones, later Jessie." I hugged her quickly and dashed in my class.
I barely heard a 'love you tons more' and smiled. How does she always find a way to make me smile when I'm angry or sad God? I sure had a lot of unanswered questions, but I'm sure I'll get the
answers in time.
that's all for tonight my lovelies it's 2 in the morning and I am dead.
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