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Brian walked into his English class a few minutes late and sat in the very back. None of his teachers ever called on him to answer a question, or even knew his name, and he intended to keep it that way. He was beyond tired from staying up most of the night with Ronnie, but he was desperate to stay awake in this class. It was a required course and if he ever wanted to become a lawyer, he had to pass. And that wasn’t looking very likely. It wasn’t that he wasn’t smart, he was just a slacker; not wanting to ever do his homework or study very hard.
Despite his efforts to stay awake, he was slowly drifting away into unconsciousness. He was almost completely asleep when the loud vibration of his phone on his desk jolted him awake. A few students around him were staring at him in confusion, but it didn’t seem to cause too much of a distraction. He blushed, smiled apologetically to the people looking at him, and glanced down at his still-vibrating phone. Ronnie was calling him. But why? He knew he was in class right now, it must be important.
He didn’t answer, but the whole rest of the class, he couldn’t focus on the lesson. He was thinking about why Ronnie had called him. Maybe something was wrong. What if he was hurt and needed Brian’s help?
Brian couldn’t sit still for the rest of the hour and as soon as the professor dismissed everyone, he all but sprinted out of the classroom. He punched in Ronnie’s phone number in his phone. It rang a few times before anyone actually answered, which made Brian even more nervous.
“Hello?” A voice that was definitely not Ronnie’s answered. It was a girl’s voice, and it seemed she was out of breath.
“Uh…Is Ronnie there?” Brian asked nervously. The girl on the other line giggled.
“He sure is.” He waited a moment, thinking that the girl would be smart enough to know that he wanted to talk to Ronnie, but she just stayed on the line, still breathing heavily.
“Um, can I talk to him?” Brian finally said.
“Oh, yeah!” The girl said cheerfully. Brian listened as the phone was being passed around.
“Hello?” Ronnie answered, out of breath as well.
“Hey babe, did you call me earlier?”
“Oh yeah, I did. There's something I have to tell you. I’m breaking up with you.” Brian stayed silent for a few moments, expecting Ronnie to start laughing and say ’Just kidding.’ He had to be kidding. He said it so nonchalantly. He didn’t even hesitate. But the laughter never came.
“You’re…you’re kidding, right?” Brian finally said.
“Nope. I’m dumping your ass. I got myself some blonde slut right here, and if you don’t mind, you kind of interrupted us, if you know what I mean.” Brian’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Wait…I thought you were gay.”
“Yeah, no not really. You were just a quick and easy fuck until I could find some other unsuspecting bimbo. You never meant anything to me, really.” Brian’s eyes started to fill with tears as he listened to Ronnie laugh on the other end of the phone.
“So…the last two months…meant nothing to you? You were just in it for the sex?” Brian asked, desperate to keep his voice from breaking but having no avail.
“Yeah pretty much. I swear to God, Haner, you’re more of a whore than the random chicks I pick up.” Ronnie laughed again and then hung up. No ‘goodbye,’ no ‘I love you,’ no nothing. Brian lowered the phone from his ear and stared at it. He wanted so much for it to light up again, showing Ronnie’s picture and number, indicating that he was calling back. To apologize and beg for Brian to take him back. But that never happened.
Brian tried desperately to hold his tears back; Frank and Gerard would never let him forget the day he came home crying like a little pussy. But they came despite his efforts and they wouldn’t stop no matter how much he wanted them to. Eventually he gave up and let them flow. He took the long way back to the apartment so he would have some time cry and clear his mind.
His eyes were red and puffy, and he was still sniffling by the time he got back to the apartment, but he’d been gone for too long already; the others would start to worry if he was gone for any longer.
Frank and Gerard were sitting on the couch, watching TV, while Zacky was at the kitchen table, fully focused on an art project of his, as usual. He was really the only one of them that took his courses seriously. They all turned away from what they were doing to look at Brian when he walked in. Gerard and Frank mumbled ‘hey’ but turned back to the television set right after, not paying any attention to Brian. But Zacky could sense that something was wrong. He studied Brian’s face for a few moments before speaking up.
“Brian? What’s the matter?” Zacky got up from the table and walked over to him.
“Nothing, why?” Brian lied.
“You’ve been crying. I can tell. Your eyes are red and puffy and you’re sniffling. ” Zacky pointed out. “What’s wrong?” Frank looked up from the TV.
“Aw poor wittle Haner’s been crying? Poor baby!” Frank joked. He was about to say more but Brian cut him off.
“Save it, Short Shit, I’m not in the mood!” Brian snapped as he pushed past Zacky and stormed into his bedroom. Frank crossed his arms over his chest and stuck out his bottom lip in a pout; he never did like being called Short Shit and Brian knew it.
Zacky followed into their bedroom, where Brian was lying on his bed, facing away from Zacky.
“Brian, you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Zacky asked softly. Brian just shook his head. Zacky
sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. “Brian you’re not going to get better unless you talk about it with me.” Brian hesitated, but then sat up to face Zack. He was clutching a pillow to his chest and his eyes were threatening to start crying again.
“Okay fine.” Brian said in a careful tone. “Ronnie called me during class, but I didn’t answer it…” Zacky tightened his jaw at the mention of Brian’s boyfriend. “…so I called him back after class and he… he was with some girl. He called me a whore then he dumped me.” To Zacky’s surprise, Brian began crying again. He collapsed onto Zacky’s chest and cried on his shoulder. Zacky, unsure of what to say, let him cry and rubbed his back in small circles. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Brian looked up at Zacky’s emerald eyes with his wet, chocolate ones. They moved down to Zacky’s lips. They looked so inviting. Without thinking he pressed his lips to Zacky’s.
Despite his efforts to stay awake, he was slowly drifting away into unconsciousness. He was almost completely asleep when the loud vibration of his phone on his desk jolted him awake. A few students around him were staring at him in confusion, but it didn’t seem to cause too much of a distraction. He blushed, smiled apologetically to the people looking at him, and glanced down at his still-vibrating phone. Ronnie was calling him. But why? He knew he was in class right now, it must be important.
He didn’t answer, but the whole rest of the class, he couldn’t focus on the lesson. He was thinking about why Ronnie had called him. Maybe something was wrong. What if he was hurt and needed Brian’s help?
Brian couldn’t sit still for the rest of the hour and as soon as the professor dismissed everyone, he all but sprinted out of the classroom. He punched in Ronnie’s phone number in his phone. It rang a few times before anyone actually answered, which made Brian even more nervous.
“Hello?” A voice that was definitely not Ronnie’s answered. It was a girl’s voice, and it seemed she was out of breath.
“Uh…Is Ronnie there?” Brian asked nervously. The girl on the other line giggled.
“He sure is.” He waited a moment, thinking that the girl would be smart enough to know that he wanted to talk to Ronnie, but she just stayed on the line, still breathing heavily.
“Um, can I talk to him?” Brian finally said.
“Oh, yeah!” The girl said cheerfully. Brian listened as the phone was being passed around.
“Hello?” Ronnie answered, out of breath as well.
“Hey babe, did you call me earlier?”
“Oh yeah, I did. There's something I have to tell you. I’m breaking up with you.” Brian stayed silent for a few moments, expecting Ronnie to start laughing and say ’Just kidding.’ He had to be kidding. He said it so nonchalantly. He didn’t even hesitate. But the laughter never came.
“You’re…you’re kidding, right?” Brian finally said.
“Nope. I’m dumping your ass. I got myself some blonde slut right here, and if you don’t mind, you kind of interrupted us, if you know what I mean.” Brian’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Wait…I thought you were gay.”
“Yeah, no not really. You were just a quick and easy fuck until I could find some other unsuspecting bimbo. You never meant anything to me, really.” Brian’s eyes started to fill with tears as he listened to Ronnie laugh on the other end of the phone.
“So…the last two months…meant nothing to you? You were just in it for the sex?” Brian asked, desperate to keep his voice from breaking but having no avail.
“Yeah pretty much. I swear to God, Haner, you’re more of a whore than the random chicks I pick up.” Ronnie laughed again and then hung up. No ‘goodbye,’ no ‘I love you,’ no nothing. Brian lowered the phone from his ear and stared at it. He wanted so much for it to light up again, showing Ronnie’s picture and number, indicating that he was calling back. To apologize and beg for Brian to take him back. But that never happened.
Brian tried desperately to hold his tears back; Frank and Gerard would never let him forget the day he came home crying like a little pussy. But they came despite his efforts and they wouldn’t stop no matter how much he wanted them to. Eventually he gave up and let them flow. He took the long way back to the apartment so he would have some time cry and clear his mind.
His eyes were red and puffy, and he was still sniffling by the time he got back to the apartment, but he’d been gone for too long already; the others would start to worry if he was gone for any longer.
Frank and Gerard were sitting on the couch, watching TV, while Zacky was at the kitchen table, fully focused on an art project of his, as usual. He was really the only one of them that took his courses seriously. They all turned away from what they were doing to look at Brian when he walked in. Gerard and Frank mumbled ‘hey’ but turned back to the television set right after, not paying any attention to Brian. But Zacky could sense that something was wrong. He studied Brian’s face for a few moments before speaking up.
“Brian? What’s the matter?” Zacky got up from the table and walked over to him.
“Nothing, why?” Brian lied.
“You’ve been crying. I can tell. Your eyes are red and puffy and you’re sniffling. ” Zacky pointed out. “What’s wrong?” Frank looked up from the TV.
“Aw poor wittle Haner’s been crying? Poor baby!” Frank joked. He was about to say more but Brian cut him off.
“Save it, Short Shit, I’m not in the mood!” Brian snapped as he pushed past Zacky and stormed into his bedroom. Frank crossed his arms over his chest and stuck out his bottom lip in a pout; he never did like being called Short Shit and Brian knew it.
Zacky followed into their bedroom, where Brian was lying on his bed, facing away from Zacky.
“Brian, you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Zacky asked softly. Brian just shook his head. Zacky
sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. “Brian you’re not going to get better unless you talk about it with me.” Brian hesitated, but then sat up to face Zack. He was clutching a pillow to his chest and his eyes were threatening to start crying again.
“Okay fine.” Brian said in a careful tone. “Ronnie called me during class, but I didn’t answer it…” Zacky tightened his jaw at the mention of Brian’s boyfriend. “…so I called him back after class and he… he was with some girl. He called me a whore then he dumped me.” To Zacky’s surprise, Brian began crying again. He collapsed onto Zacky’s chest and cried on his shoulder. Zacky, unsure of what to say, let him cry and rubbed his back in small circles. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Brian looked up at Zacky’s emerald eyes with his wet, chocolate ones. They moved down to Zacky’s lips. They looked so inviting. Without thinking he pressed his lips to Zacky’s.
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