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Nobody said highschool was easy, and Reona knows it best. He's gay, he's in love, and guess what? He reads minds, but the only person his powers won't work on is Ashton, the way-out-of-his-league c...
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Chapter three – Right turn left
“Just snap out of it already,” Elliot chided, making him jump on his seat.
Reona resignedly fast-forwarded back to present. He just couldn’t keep the jock out of his mind – in fact, he found himself unable to think of anything else since his last detention. Ashton smiled at me. His breath grew short at the thought.
“Oh damn, there she comes,”
Reona turned on his seat to see a redhead stroll towards them with a poised smile, bending down to brace herself on their table. He rolled his eyes in an attempt to escape the visual harassment as she flaunted her bouncy breasts, afraid that they’d spill over the tight top. “Hey, Mae,”
“Hey there, sweet cheeks,” she greeted, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek and turning to Elliot, who slid to the far end of his seat, daring her to try and repeat the greeting on him with a dagger-sharp glare. She giggled, acknowledging him with a nod. “I was wondering if you guys would mind meeting up tomorrow after class to wrap up that German coursework thing, ‘cause I’m kinda taken for the weekend and it’s due next week,”
“Yeah, sure. It’s a half-day anyway,”
“Sweet,” Mae beamed, “Meet you at Elliot’s around, let’s say, three pm?”
“What the—,“
“That’ll do for us,”
“I’ll see you later then,” She tilted her face to the side, waving goodbye in the most annoyingly cute way and flashing them a grin before skipping away.
Elliot sighed, taking off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. “Why does it have to be my house?”
“You know my mom would freak out if I had a girl come over when she’s not around,” Reona started, smiling mischievously, “Besides, it’s just group work. It’s not like she’s gonna jump you when I’m not looking… probably,” He glanced over at the group of girls chatting animatedly on the corner, marveling at the way Mae so easily joined their conversation, despite standing out like a sore thumb among them.
He actually liked her. She was interesting – for a girl, that is. Of course, she was obnoxious and loud like any schoolgirl and had a maddeningly bubbly personality to go with the set, but there was no way Reona couldn’t admire her for standing proud in her wicked clothes and raging scarlet hair, not caring about what others thought and said about her. Also, she was genuine and straightforward like no girl he knew, and had a kind, loving character. But the cherry on top of the cake was her open crush on Elliot – how could he not sympathize with her?
“She’s giving you that look again,” he pointed as Mae tried to drill a hole on his friend’s back with her shameless staring.
“I wish she’d cut it out already. That girl is such a freak,”
“They say it takes a freak to love a freak,”
Elliot slapped the back of his head, making him break out giggling. “Look who’s talking,”
“Oh yeah, Reo,” Mae was back, awkwardly scratching the back of her head. “I kinda forgot to tell you, but Ashton was asking for you just now. I think he wants to talk to you or something,”
… Huh? Reona jumped off his seat as if it burned, sending the chair crashing to the floor. “Ashton is?”
“Yeah, he’s right outside.”
“Are you sure he’s asking for me?”
Mae burst off giggling at the incredulous look on his face. “Do you know of any other Reona in a ten miles range?”
He glanced at Elliot, who remained impassive, despite being just as taken aback. “Then, uh, I guess I’ll just, uh, you know, see what he wants,” He hesitated for a moment before making his way to the door, awkwardly placing a foot after the other as if he’d just learned how to walk, and nearly tripping on himself.
“I never knew those two were friends. You think he’ll be okay?”
“I sure hope so,”
Reona put his hand on the doorknob, breathing in deep. He didn’t know what to expect – Ashton just did not go around asking for people, it was always the other way around. Girls went out of their way only to drop an invitation to some party or get-together, to greet him with a sugary sweet ‘hi’ or simply steal a glance at the handsome captain. His jock friends also swarmed over him, not only to take advantage of his girl-magnet proprieties, but also due to his undeniable charisma. It was nearly impossibly not to admire him to some extent.
Popping his head out the door, he looked down the corridor, finding it empty.
“Hey,”
He backed against the doorframe, knocking the wind out of himself. Oh god, it’s really him. “Hey,”
“I came to give your notebook back,” The jock swung his backpack off his back and began rummaging inside. “You totally saved my ass, I would’ve flunked if it weren’t for you,”
Reona could only stare, too messed up to put coherent thoughts together. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he should say something, or at least close his mouth instead of letting it hang open as if he were a goldfish. He had no idea what was going on, except that Ashton’s purring voice was flowing into him like sweet honey, making him feel tingly all over.
“Here,” He handed him a worn-out notebook, packed with colorful tags. Reona stared idiotically for a moment before taking it, clutching it to his chest as if it were some kind of a treasure.
Ashton uncomfortably dangled the backpack in his hand. “You have this, uh, really neat handwriting,”
“How did you know where to find me?”
“Your timetable was stuffed inside,”
“Oh,” Another awkward silence.
“Look, I can’t today ‘cause of hockey practice, but do you wanna go grab lunch tomorrow? I’ll treat you as a thank you,”
Reona blushed as the whole occurrence began to sink in. Not only Ashton had bothered returning his notes in person, but he was also inviting him, a picture-perfect nobody, to share a meal with him. Someone please pinch me. No, scratch that – just kick the lights out of me. He wondered what kind of expression he’d plastered on his face, because the jock shifted on his feet, either out of discomfort or boredom.
“Look, it’s okay if you don’t want to,”
“No, uh, it’s just that I, uh, have this group coursework, uh, thing, going on tomorrow,”
“At lunchtime?”
“Uh, no, just, I have to drop home first before I head to Elliot’s and, uh, it’s kind of a long walk,”
“Elliot is that geeky four-eyes, isn’t he?” he suddenly asked. Reona assented with his head. “No problem, I can give you a ride home. I’ll drop you off at his place if you want,”
He looked up at him, afraid his ears were deceiving him somehow.
“So, come meet me at the front gate around, let’s say, one pm?”
“We’re not, uh, eating in the cafeteria?”
“Man, you sure are a cheap date,”
Reona’s heart skipped a beat at that little last word. He briefly wondered if human self-combustion was real possibility, and not just something out of a comic book. He met the jock’s golden-brown eyes, looking for some hint that the whole thing was a distasteful, silly joke, but found none. “Anywhere’s fine, really,” he replied in a soft voice. Like any rational two-legged being would complain.
Ashton glanced at the time, fishing his locker keys out of his pocket. “Look, I gotta run now. See you tomorrow. One pm at the front gate, okay?”
“Okay,” He stared after the jock while he dashed down the corridor. Oh my god. It was so amazing that he felt like crying – it was like his life had just made a right turn left. He braced his back on the wall and let himself slide to floor, his English notes still pressed tight to his chest as he hugged his knees and sank his face on the crook, his heartbeat so loud in his ears he thought he might go insane, or deaf, whichever came first.
“Just snap out of it already,” Elliot chided, making him jump on his seat.
Reona resignedly fast-forwarded back to present. He just couldn’t keep the jock out of his mind – in fact, he found himself unable to think of anything else since his last detention. Ashton smiled at me. His breath grew short at the thought.
“Oh damn, there she comes,”
Reona turned on his seat to see a redhead stroll towards them with a poised smile, bending down to brace herself on their table. He rolled his eyes in an attempt to escape the visual harassment as she flaunted her bouncy breasts, afraid that they’d spill over the tight top. “Hey, Mae,”
“Hey there, sweet cheeks,” she greeted, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek and turning to Elliot, who slid to the far end of his seat, daring her to try and repeat the greeting on him with a dagger-sharp glare. She giggled, acknowledging him with a nod. “I was wondering if you guys would mind meeting up tomorrow after class to wrap up that German coursework thing, ‘cause I’m kinda taken for the weekend and it’s due next week,”
“Yeah, sure. It’s a half-day anyway,”
“Sweet,” Mae beamed, “Meet you at Elliot’s around, let’s say, three pm?”
“What the—,“
“That’ll do for us,”
“I’ll see you later then,” She tilted her face to the side, waving goodbye in the most annoyingly cute way and flashing them a grin before skipping away.
Elliot sighed, taking off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. “Why does it have to be my house?”
“You know my mom would freak out if I had a girl come over when she’s not around,” Reona started, smiling mischievously, “Besides, it’s just group work. It’s not like she’s gonna jump you when I’m not looking… probably,” He glanced over at the group of girls chatting animatedly on the corner, marveling at the way Mae so easily joined their conversation, despite standing out like a sore thumb among them.
He actually liked her. She was interesting – for a girl, that is. Of course, she was obnoxious and loud like any schoolgirl and had a maddeningly bubbly personality to go with the set, but there was no way Reona couldn’t admire her for standing proud in her wicked clothes and raging scarlet hair, not caring about what others thought and said about her. Also, she was genuine and straightforward like no girl he knew, and had a kind, loving character. But the cherry on top of the cake was her open crush on Elliot – how could he not sympathize with her?
“She’s giving you that look again,” he pointed as Mae tried to drill a hole on his friend’s back with her shameless staring.
“I wish she’d cut it out already. That girl is such a freak,”
“They say it takes a freak to love a freak,”
Elliot slapped the back of his head, making him break out giggling. “Look who’s talking,”
“Oh yeah, Reo,” Mae was back, awkwardly scratching the back of her head. “I kinda forgot to tell you, but Ashton was asking for you just now. I think he wants to talk to you or something,”
… Huh? Reona jumped off his seat as if it burned, sending the chair crashing to the floor. “Ashton is?”
“Yeah, he’s right outside.”
“Are you sure he’s asking for me?”
Mae burst off giggling at the incredulous look on his face. “Do you know of any other Reona in a ten miles range?”
He glanced at Elliot, who remained impassive, despite being just as taken aback. “Then, uh, I guess I’ll just, uh, you know, see what he wants,” He hesitated for a moment before making his way to the door, awkwardly placing a foot after the other as if he’d just learned how to walk, and nearly tripping on himself.
“I never knew those two were friends. You think he’ll be okay?”
“I sure hope so,”
Reona put his hand on the doorknob, breathing in deep. He didn’t know what to expect – Ashton just did not go around asking for people, it was always the other way around. Girls went out of their way only to drop an invitation to some party or get-together, to greet him with a sugary sweet ‘hi’ or simply steal a glance at the handsome captain. His jock friends also swarmed over him, not only to take advantage of his girl-magnet proprieties, but also due to his undeniable charisma. It was nearly impossibly not to admire him to some extent.
Popping his head out the door, he looked down the corridor, finding it empty.
“Hey,”
He backed against the doorframe, knocking the wind out of himself. Oh god, it’s really him. “Hey,”
“I came to give your notebook back,” The jock swung his backpack off his back and began rummaging inside. “You totally saved my ass, I would’ve flunked if it weren’t for you,”
Reona could only stare, too messed up to put coherent thoughts together. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he should say something, or at least close his mouth instead of letting it hang open as if he were a goldfish. He had no idea what was going on, except that Ashton’s purring voice was flowing into him like sweet honey, making him feel tingly all over.
“Here,” He handed him a worn-out notebook, packed with colorful tags. Reona stared idiotically for a moment before taking it, clutching it to his chest as if it were some kind of a treasure.
Ashton uncomfortably dangled the backpack in his hand. “You have this, uh, really neat handwriting,”
“How did you know where to find me?”
“Your timetable was stuffed inside,”
“Oh,” Another awkward silence.
“Look, I can’t today ‘cause of hockey practice, but do you wanna go grab lunch tomorrow? I’ll treat you as a thank you,”
Reona blushed as the whole occurrence began to sink in. Not only Ashton had bothered returning his notes in person, but he was also inviting him, a picture-perfect nobody, to share a meal with him. Someone please pinch me. No, scratch that – just kick the lights out of me. He wondered what kind of expression he’d plastered on his face, because the jock shifted on his feet, either out of discomfort or boredom.
“Look, it’s okay if you don’t want to,”
“No, uh, it’s just that I, uh, have this group coursework, uh, thing, going on tomorrow,”
“At lunchtime?”
“Uh, no, just, I have to drop home first before I head to Elliot’s and, uh, it’s kind of a long walk,”
“Elliot is that geeky four-eyes, isn’t he?” he suddenly asked. Reona assented with his head. “No problem, I can give you a ride home. I’ll drop you off at his place if you want,”
He looked up at him, afraid his ears were deceiving him somehow.
“So, come meet me at the front gate around, let’s say, one pm?”
“We’re not, uh, eating in the cafeteria?”
“Man, you sure are a cheap date,”
Reona’s heart skipped a beat at that little last word. He briefly wondered if human self-combustion was real possibility, and not just something out of a comic book. He met the jock’s golden-brown eyes, looking for some hint that the whole thing was a distasteful, silly joke, but found none. “Anywhere’s fine, really,” he replied in a soft voice. Like any rational two-legged being would complain.
Ashton glanced at the time, fishing his locker keys out of his pocket. “Look, I gotta run now. See you tomorrow. One pm at the front gate, okay?”
“Okay,” He stared after the jock while he dashed down the corridor. Oh my god. It was so amazing that he felt like crying – it was like his life had just made a right turn left. He braced his back on the wall and let himself slide to floor, his English notes still pressed tight to his chest as he hugged his knees and sank his face on the crook, his heartbeat so loud in his ears he thought he might go insane, or deaf, whichever came first.
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