Loss to Love-Part 4

Loss to Love

As the weeks passed, Nick kept to his word about wanting to be friends. He ate with me, or should I say, dragged me to his table every lunch and even invited me over to his house a couple times to play video games. I still had this feeling Nick was hiding something from me though, that he had ulterior motives to his sudden friendship to me. I wanted to talk to him a couple of times about it, get him to divulge his reason but I was never the persuasive type and would have probably ended up with nothing gained.

But whatever his intentions were, it was hard to decipher. Nothing he did seemed to point to any gain on his part, which just further baffled me. He was the one making the effort to get to know me, not the other way around. I hadn’t completely trusted him, but with each passing day I could feel my walls coming down.

Not just Nick too. I felt myself growing closer to his group of friends, Kate and Tray in particular. What with Kate’s similar personality to Dean, it just helped fill the void that Dean once occupied. Tray on the other hand was the laid back, chill kind of guy, so much like my own personality that it was no surprise we clicked. Nick was also a headache at times. Even after me telling him not to, on more than one occasion I might add, he still called me cute on a daily basis, which only added to my confusion.

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Yeah on one hand I was suspicious about Nick, and on the other hand, I found myself growing attracted to him. Not to the point of wanting to kiss him or anything, hell not even to the point of wanting to hold his hand, but attraction there was no matter how little, and I hated that fact. In the past, Nick’s seemingly horrible personality cancelled out any physical attraction I had towards him, but since he became my ‘friend’, little flecks of attraction had started to form.

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So here I was, at lunch as usual sitting with Nick and his friends, although I guess you could say that they’re my friends now too. Seeing that football season has started most of them talked football most of the time, something I didn’t mind being left out of. I wasn’t a sports person.

“Not really a sports person huh.” Nick said, turning to face me. I shook my head in acknowledgment. “Then what do you like to do?”

“Anything and everything.”

“That’s specific.”

“I go with the flow. I do whatever I feel like doing at the time.” I said.

“C’mon, surely you have hobbies.” He pressed.

“I guess video editing but you already knew that.”

“Oh right, you’re like the best editor in school. I forgot about that. You made that video once, for English class.” He said. I had to think back, recalling the stuff that I did for school. I finally recalled the video, one I did for English class back in sophomore year. I was surprise Nick even remembered it. “It was pretty good.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, “Don’t patronize me.” I deadpanned. That video was far from good and I wasn’t being critical on myself. What was supposed to be a short, funny skit became one of the most awkward teen videos the world had ever seen. I can’t even remember what it was about anymore, just that it was bad in retrospect. “That video sucked balls. In what way was it good?”

“Really? I thought it was kinda funny, in an awkward kind of way.” He said.

“Yeah you thought it was funny cause of how bad it was.”

“No, I don’t think so…Tray” He called to Tray who turned to him. “Remember that video we saw in English class sophomore year.”

Tray thought for a while but shrugged his shoulders, unable to recall.

“The ‘so bad it was funny’ video. The only video I made in sophomore year.” I said. His face brightened as he recalled, not before his brow furrowed.

“Wait, you made that vid? But…it was so bad…no offense.” Tray said.

“Non taken. It was a train wreck.” I looked to Nick and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well at least it shows how much you’ve improved?” He tried, and I shook my head smiling. Kate came bouncing in, taking a seat across me. I noticed that for once she didn’t give Nick her routine lunch kiss on the cheek. I looked to her then to Nick, both of whom returned my glances. “What?” I asked.

“You’re the one that gave us that look first.” Kate retorted. I played dumb and watched as Kate looked to Nick, sharing a look. It was clear something was up, and I knew they knew I knew. I watched as Nick and Kate had a silent argument with their expression, something they did on a regular basis, a little trick they developed from years of friendship. Kate took a deep breath, I assumed after they came to a silent agreement on the matter, whatever it was.

“Okay guys.” She called, making everyone at the table turn to face her. “Yeah so uh…Nick and I have something to tell you guys…so…um Nick?” She said, chickening out and waiting for Nick to save her, to which he rolled his eyes.

“Kate and I are no longer a couple. We broke up yesterday on mutual terms.” He said, without so much as a blink. Everyone was silent, unsure of what to say. Even I, who suspected something was up didn’t expect that they would have broken up. “It’s really no big deal and don’t worry, we’re still friends if that’s what you’re wondering. We talked yesterday and we just decided that our relationship was going nowhere past friendship. So we broke up.”

“But…you guys were together for two years. Why the sudden decision?” A cheerleader from the end of the table asked.

“We just…I guess figured we weren’t for each other.” Kate said.

“And what brought about this? You guys like someone else or something. We all know you can read each other like that and all.” Tray asked. Kate visibly blushed at the comment, but it seemed only I noticed. So it was Kate who has feelings for someone else. I looked to Nick, whose expression was indifferent.

“Look it doesn’t matter what the reasons are, we just wanted to tell you guys that we are no longer dating. End of story.” Nick said.

“So you’re both cool about it? No hard feelings?” Tray asked, although cautiously.

“Geez man, didn’t I already say that it was mutual?” Nick rebuked. Contrary to what he said, I got the vibe that something was bothering Nick, whether it was because of the breakup or not, I did not know. It could very well be, but then again, he was fine until he got berated with questions. Perhaps he just didn’t like his choices questioned?

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Lunch became pretty quiet after that; the only people who really talked were Nick and Kate. Curiously enough, they spoke like nothing had transpired between them, which only made it sink in that they really were still friends, regardless of their breakup. The thought of them being those ‘still friends but fucking awkward friends’ thing must have crossed everyone’s mind, but that wasn’t the case, they were still really close. I guess it wasn’t so easy to destroy years of friendship over a breakup, well at least that was the case for Nick and Kate. Nick did still seemed a little irritable though.

No one asked Nick anything else about the breakup due to his mood but I wasn’t one to shy away from the truth. That day I had gym class with Nick and I figured it would have been the perfect time to weasel some information out of him. As if luck was on my side, coach asked us to run some laps around the field, which was perfect for me to talk to Nick. He ran at a comfortable pace, lucky for me as I could keep up with him.

“So everything okay?” I asked.

“Why does everyone think I’m not okay?” He asked, exasperation in his tone. Okay so he was a more than a little irritable. In fact his mood seemed to have gotten worse since lunch.

“Just asking because you seem a little on edge.”

“I am not.” He said defensively. I gave him a blank stare. “Okay so maybe I am, a little, but it’s not cause of the breakup.”

“Then what is it about?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing, I’m just a little out of whack today.”

“Is it the person Kate likes?” I probed further. I was walking on thin ice with my questions but I was curious.


“I already know Kate likes Tray.” I lied, not actually knowing anything except a gut feeling. Nick stopped in his tracks, making me run a couple feet ahead of him before I stopped and turned too.

“She told you already? When?” His look conveyed something akin to betrayal. Maybe they made a pact not to say anything about it.

“She didn’t. You just did.” Nick gave me the finger and continued his run, me falling in step beside him again. “So that’s the problem?”

“I told you it’s not. Just…forget about it okay. I’m seriously fine over this breakup. You may not believe me but we really did mutually separate. We were both thinking it for some time now and we decided to finally act upon it. No biggie.”

“I believe that part. It’s the part that you say nothing is bothering you I don’t believe.”

“You’re entitled to your opinion.” He said.

“So if Kate likes Tray, then perhaps you like someone else too?” I said, taking a side-glance at Nick but he didn’t say anything. Just then a small blush crept up on his cheeks, barely noticeable seeing that he was already slightly flushed from the run, but the deepened tint of crimson was unmistakable. I shook my head chuckling. “You are such a bad liar. So, who’s the lucky lady?”

“It’s not…I’m…It’s none of your business.” He stuttered, his cheeks growing a shade darker as he spoke. Trying to get away from my apparently embarrassing questions, he took off sprinting the last lap. I tried catching up with him, but I was in no way as fit as Nick.

He managed to avoid me the rest of the day, that is, until last period, which was biology. Before the bell rang, I peeked my head in the class. A few students were already seated but Nick wasn’t there yet. I waited outside the class, knowing that if I were to take a seat, Nick would have chosen a seat far away from me. By waiting outside, I eliminated that variable. True enough I saw Nick a minute later, his backpack slung over his right shoulder. He stopped outside the classroom, looking at me. He raised his hand, motioning for me to enter but I knew what he was playing at.

“After you.” I said. He stayed there for a while before finally realizing that I wasn’t giving in. He walked in and I followed behind, sitting myself down into the seat next to him. I got him right where I wanted.

“You’re pretty annoying today you know that?” He said.

“And you’re annoying every other day so I guess it’s fair.” I shot back.

“If you think I’m gonna tell you anything then you’re sorely mistaken.”

“So you do have something that’s worth telling then.” I pushed. He sighed and put his head on the table, not saying anything after that. I would have to admit, I wasn’t actually very curious anymore. He didn’t need to tell me if he didn’t want to. I just liked teasing him, seeing him squirm. Hmm wasn’t that why he said he teased me back then too?

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Just then Ms. Han came in. Ms. Han was Korean but she migrated to the U.S. ever since she was a little girl. Just under her thirties, she was one of the youngest teachers in school, and one of the hottest too. I may be gay but I can identify a hot girl when I see one. Ms. Han was the eye candy of most boys in school, making biology one of the few classes very little people slept in. She was also a fun teacher in many aspects. Unlike the other teachers in our school, Ms. Han made it a point to make lesson as enjoyable as possible. She gave us lots of projects but they were mostly pretty easy and quite honestly, fun to do.

“Okay class, you don’t need your textbooks today because, surprise surprise, I have another project for you guys.” There were a couple ‘ughs’ but mostly were just playing. “Yes, yes I know, not another one but I think you guys would like this one. Okay so as you all know, the new botanical garden just opened last weekend, so I thought maybe we could do something along those lines.”

Yeah, the new botanical garden was all over the news. Apparently it boasts plant species from all over the world, with large domes of controlled environment to simulate conditions that you could not normally experience in Seattle.

“So seeing that we were going to start the topic on evolution. I thought what better way than to do a project of adaptation, the evolution of different species to adapt to their various climates. You will be paired up and each group would get a region to focus on. Choose a couple plant species you want to work on and document their adaptations to the environment. Of course you can research all these online, but I strongly encourage you to head down to the garden and check it out yourself, bonus points for photos taken at the garden.

“You will then present your project to the class in two weeks time. The presentation should last between five to ten minutes. You can choose any format, a simple poster, slideshow or even a video. You can even perform a skit if that’s how you want. Let wild with your imagination.” Ms. Han finished her explanation of the project and I was pretty excited about this. It seemed fun and I myself wanted to head to the botanical garden so see what all the hype was about.

“So I will be pairing you guys up and giving you the region you would be focusing on.” Ms. Han said, taking a clipboard off her table. She read off groups and gave them their topics, while I just waited for her to call my name. “Drew Langston.” She called and I perked up, waiting to hear who my partner was. “You’re partner is…Nick Preston. You’re topic is deserts.”

I looked over to Nick who had a look that just screamed ‘seriously?’. “Ms. Han no fair.” Christy whined from the front of the class. I never really liked Christy; she complained too much. “Drew’s a genius at video editing and Nick has that awesome DSLR camera. They’re so gonna get the highest marks.” I rolled my eyes. You got that right.

“Now, marks will not be awarded to entertainment value but project content. Entertainment value is just to keep you guys awake while doing it, and to keep the class awake during your presentation. A little something I thought up so you guys don’t fall asleep. ” Ms. Han laughed. I couldn’t disagree with that logic. Christy shrugged but said nothing. I guess she agreed too.

Ms. Han gave us the rest of the lesson to plan what we wanted to do for the project. Normally there wouldn’t be much of a problem but seeing that Nick was particularly irritable today, it wasn’t very productive. Well at least we agreed to head over to the botanical gardens that weekend to get some shots and get a head start of the species of plants we were going to work on.

By the end of the day, Nick was still irritable for some reason. I already stopped teasing or pushing him for information but his sour mood stuck. Nick had football practice while I was going to head home and it was merely coincidence that I was tailing behind him as I made my way over to my car. Apparently though, Nick had other thoughts about the matter.

“Will you stop following me? I told you already, I’m not telling you anything.” He turned, making me stop in my tracks in confusion.

“I wasn’t…” I was cut off before I could finish.

“No you listen to me Langston. Kate and I both wanted to end it. I’m totally fine with Kate liking Tray, doesn’t bother me and I am fucking fine. Whether or not I like someone else is my damn problem, so just butt off,” He shouted. It was weird hearing Nick call me by my last name seeing that he hadn’t done it since he offered his hand in friendship.

I stared at Nick as he breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down. Finally, his tense shoulders relaxed and he calm down, giving me the cue to start talking. “Calmed down already?” I asked, to which he nodded. “Well in case you haven’t noticed, no one was insinuating that you were broken up about it. Everyone just took it in stride. I guess I did push you a little this morning but I know something is up, whether it’s the break up or whatever I don’t know but I respect that you want to keep it to yourself. Just don’t go acting like it’s everyone else’s fault for your damn problems.”

Nick walked over to me and glared me down. He stood inches away from me, making me need to look up to return my glare. Yeah I don’t care whatever period he was having I wasn’t losing this fight. This was new. Never have we had a fight like this. In the past, most of the fight was me putting up a struggle while he smirked. This time it looked like we were about to go head to head.

He continued his stare, trying to intimidate me but two could play at that game. I sensed myself winning when his glare faulted as he thought about stuff, losing concentration. Eventually he sighed and closed his eyes, breaking eye contact. “I’m sorry.” He muttered.

“Forgiven. When you said you wanted to be friends, it means you can tell me things you know. If it’s bothering you.” I said. He muttered thanks but said nothing else.

“So we still on for this Saturday?” He changed the subject. No longer did he have that irritable tone in his voice. Gone was that Nick, replaced by the Nick that offered me friendship when I was alone; The Nick that was there for me when I felt alone. I nodded my head at his question before he turned and headed for the locker rooms for his football practice.

Saturday came around pretty quick, the daily monotony that was school made the days fly by. So here I was on a Saturday morning getting ready for my…date? No, study date…um research meeting. Yeah I like that better. Of course on a day like this, my hair had to be stubborn as a mule, sticking out in odd places and impossible to control. I sighed and grabbed a snapback cap and put it on backwards, exposing my fringe. A little tempering here and there and I finally got it in presentable condition.

I glanced at my watch, seeing that it was five past eleven. I grabbed my blue hoodie off my bed and wore it over my t-shirt. The October Seattle weather was getting a little chilly but not too much.

Bounding down the stairs, I could hear the TV from the living room the smell of coffee wafting through the house. I peeked in, seeing my dad reading the papers in his recliner, a steaming cup of coffee sitting on the table in front of him.

“Dad, I’m going out. Project.” I said, proceeding to the door and opening it. I paused to hear for a reply, but none came. Can’t say I’m surprise though. I closed the door behind me and crossed the yard to Nick’s house next-door, hands in my pocket. I came up to the house identical to mine, pressing the doorbell.

“I got it.” The petite voice of Nick’s 12-year-old sister rang from the other side of the door. A second later the door opened, revealing a little girl, no taller than 4′. Her expression brightened upon seeing me, her shoulder length blonde hair blowing in the slight autumn wind. “Drew!” She screamed, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Hey Stephanie. Long time no see.” I said, ruffling her hair.

“I just saw you a few days ago.” She stated looking up at me.

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“Really? I think you’ve grown taller since I last saw you.” I played, which she laughed. I babysat Stephanie once when I was younger, before Nick decided to taunt me night and day. Apparently she really liked me, for some reason. It didn’t bother me though; she was a sweet kid. Since befriending Nick, I’ve gone over to his place a few times and I guess Stephanie just treated me like a long lost brother or something. It was endearing to say the least. “Your brother ready?”

“Should be about done. You wanna come in?” She asked, but before I could answer, a burly man walked to the door, staring at me.

“Morning Mr. Preston.” I greeted, to which he simply gave a small nod, walking away, out of my sight. Mr. Preston was a little intimidating. A man of little words, he gave off this strict parental aura, but he mostly left Nick and Steph to their own devices. I don’t mean he is a bad father; next to mine, he’s a model male figure. I know Nick has some bad blood towards his dad though. Mr. Preston has quite an active nightlife apparently, going out almost every night. Nick assumes he goes and gets wasted, due to the fact that he had, on a couple occasions, came back home dead drunk a few days. That was of course, before his divorce.

“So you coming in or what?” Stephanie asked, moving aside for me to enter. “Nick’s still upstairs in his room. You can head on up.”

“Thanks Steph.” I muttered, making the familiar way up to Nick’s room. I stood outside the cream colored door knocking on it once. No answer. I tried again, this time slightly louder than before.

“What do you want Steph? I’m busy.” I heard Nick say from the other side of the door.

“It’s me dumbass.” I said, turning the doorknob and opening the door. Wrong move, seeing that a topless Nick came into view. His hair still wet from, I’m assuming, the shower he just got out of not too long ago, water droplets dripping off the ends of his brown locks. My eyes momentarily trailed the wet trails down his pecs, weaving in between the ridges of his abs, before disappearing into his navel. His body was hairless except for the trail of fine hair running down into his jeans. I quickly pulled my eyes away and looked down, heat rising to my cheeks. “Sorry man. Shouldn’t have barged in like that.” I said, backing up in my attempt to leave the room.

“It’s cool, have a seat while I finish getting ready.” He said, motioning to his bed while turning to his dresser to probably get a top. I did as I was told and took a seat, seeing Nick scouting for something to wear from the corner of my eye. I dared myself another peep, cautiously tilting my head to get a better view. If I liked what I saw before, I loved seeing his back. Taut muscles lined his back, from his neck all the way to small of his back, disappearing underneath the waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear that peaked just a little above his jeans.

I felt myself swell in my jeans, crossing my legs in my attempt to cover up any obvious tenting in my trousers. I couldn’t help it. Nick was hot, very hot. Couple that with the fact that back muscles were kind of my weakness didn’t help one bit. I looked to my hands, trying to keep my thoughts off Nick, difficult as it may be.

“Which is better?” I looked up to Nick holding up two tops. One a simple white button up shirt and the other a navy blue t-shirt. I scanned from one item of clothing to the other, getting another glimpse of his washboard abs in between. My heart screamed for me to choose the t-shirt, knowing that all his tees were figure hugging, meaning I have the whole day to ogle at him, but my brain knew that the shirt was the safe choice. Last thing I needed was a full day hard on. I pointed to the shirt and he smiled, putting away the tee while unbuttoning the shirt. He slipped an arm through the sleeve, twisting his body to get the other arm in. I literally drooled at the almost erotic image in front of me. I never realized how amazingly amazing Nick was. I knew he was hot but I had never seen him shirtless before and now his hot bod would forever be engraved in my lusting mind.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” I announced, walking past him out the room to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. I locked the door, immediately grabbing a handful of cold water and splashing it on my face. I took a few deep breaths, trying to get my boner to go away. Images of Nick’s hard body kept flashing in my mind, making the former quite a challenge. I slapped myself then, literally, the pain shooting across my cheek. The jolt helped with my jeans problem quite a bit so the pain was well worth it.

With one last deep breath, I unlocked the door and stepped out, a little faster than I expected. For a split second I saw Stephanie in front of me, and the next moment, she was on her butt at my feet. That was my fault I guess. Stephanie’s room was just outside the bathroom so couple that with the higher than normal speed I was going, a crashed was inevitable. “Sorry Steph.” I said, helping her to her feet, not before feeling coldness against my skin of my chest. Looking down I realized that Stephanie was holding a cup of soda, which was now unceremoniously soaked into my hoodie and t-shirt.

“Drew, what’s the rush? Oh my god, look at the mess you are in.” She pointed out, seeing the wet fabric of my clothing.

I laughed at her remark, pointing out the obvious. “Sorry about your soda.” I said, to which she looked at her half empty cup.

“What’s all the commotion?” Nick said, his head popping out of his room looking in our direction. “What the hell happened to you?” He asked, taking in my appearance.

“Accident.” I looked down as Stephanie immediately pointed a finger at me, indicating to her brother that she wasn’t at fault. “Yeah well, Steph why don’t you go get a new cup of soda.” I said, ushering her to the stairs. She tried putting up a fight but eventually agreed and headed down to the kitchen. I looked down at my clothing, which was beginning to get sticky. “Looks like I have to go home and change.”

“Nonsense. We’re behind schedule as it is. Come on, you can burrow one of my t-shirts.” Nick said, walking into his room. I followed him in, but only to argue that going home wasn’t going to take that long. “Just put this on.” He said, throwing me the navy blue t-shirt he asked me about just now. I just stared at him. “Come on, it’ll fit. Just change and we can go.” I rolled my eyes and began to remove my hoodie. I held the soiled jacket in my hand unsure of where to place it. Nick extended his hand. “Give it here.”

Handing it over, I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt before realizing that Nick was staring at me waiting for my shirt. “Could you not stare?” I said.

“Just strip.” The phrase set off a whole new series of inappropriate thoughts in my head, but still I did as I was told. I threw my shirt straight at Nicks face, but he caught it with ease without so much as blinking. “Now was that so difficult. What are you so scared of anyway?”

I ignored him and pulled the clean shirt over my head. Nick’s smell was infused into the fabric, assaulting my senses. It fit quite nicely on me, not too big. I was glad I at least worked out a little so it wouldn’t look like the shirt was oversized. I walked over to the mirror on the wall, giving myself an inspection. I actually quite liked the way I looked. His shirt had a nice cut to it that accentuated my body shape, giving me a slight V shape. “Not bad.”

“You looked great.” Nick came up behind me, putting his hands on my shoulder, bending forward a little so his head and mine were level. “You should wear my clothes more often. Fits you.” He said.

“Is that an offer?” I played. “How about I move in next?” Nick smiled and tapped my cheek lightly, turning around mumbling something incoherent. I watched as he grabbed his bag off his desk and made for the door.

“Come on. Let’s go.” He said. I followed him, tugging at the soiled clothes in his right hand. “I’ll deal with this. It’s fine.”

“No it’s not. I’ll just pop home and throw it into the laundry.” I said, still trying to wrestle my clothes from his grasp but he had a vice grip on them.

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“Keep tugging and your clothes will need more than just washing.” He threatened, to which I gave in and let go. “You should really just listen to me. It’ll make things go a lot smoother.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” I quipped.

“You’re cute.” He said. I rolled my eyes, not bothering to remind him once again not to call me cute. I’m sure by now he’s only doing it to irritate me, knowing that I don’t like it.

I waited at the front door while Nick went to throw my stuff in the laundry. At which point Stephanie came walking over with a new glass of soda. She stopped when she saw me, gripping the cup with both hands and taking small careful steps. Her behavior was so adorable I had to chuckle, and I swear the glare she shot me only added to her cuteness. “Stop laughing. You’re not making me lose this glass too.” She said carefully skirting me till she deem a safe distance before resuming normally to her room.

“Yeah well see you Steph.” I said, seeing her wave her goodbye at the top of the stairs.

“Ok we’re all set. Shall we?” Nick asked, reappearing around the corner of the kitchen. I nodded, turning and heading out the door. “Let’s take my car.” Nick said, walking down the path to his Audi. I followed him as he placed his stuff in the trunk. I took this opportunity to admire his car instead. It was a dark blue RS5 and it was a beauty. Unlike my truck, which had little dents and scratches here and there, his was damage free. Light reflected of its pristine coating of glossy paint, every curve and edge just perfect. It was obvious Nick took care of his car but I could never drive something that shiny and new. I would be too scared to scuff it up.

I got into the passenger seat, the dark leather making that distinct rubbing sound. I perused the interiors, running my gaze across the dashboard down to the shift stick located between the seats. Nick opened his door, taking his seat beside me, but it didn’t stop my inspection of his ride. “Like it?” He asked.

“Yeah no shit.” I said.

“Didn’t take you for a car person.”

“I’m not, well not really. I just appreciate a nice car when I see one.” I replied, moving my eyes back to Nick. He had this smirk on his face that made him look kinda cute. “Among other things.” I didn’t even think about what I was saying until it came out. I pulled my gaze away, looking out the side window, hoping Nick wouldn’t notice the blush coloring my face. I assumed he didn’t catch what I meant when he started the car. His Audi purred to life, unlike little red that rumbled like a mini earthquake.

“If you like it so much, you can try it if you want.” Nick offered, to which I had to laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh nothing. I was just laughing at the idea of me driving this.” I said. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. “It’s just I can’t ever imagine driving something like this. I’ll be too scared to drive it.”

“Can you stop being so cute?” He smiled and once again I rolled my eyes.

Nick pulled out of his driveway, heading down the road towards the city. The botanical garden was located on the other side of town and it would have only taken twenty minutes to get there. I guess luck wasn’t on our side when we got stuck in traffic. It was thirty minutes into the drive and we weren’t even halfway there yet.

“Oh come on. What’s with the hold up?” Nick shouted, hitting his hand onto the steering wheel.

“Dude chill out, it’s just traffic.” I said.

“I hate traffic.”

“Well newsflash genius, everyone does.” I settled into my seat, trying to get as comfortable as possible knowing that this would have been a long ride. I watched as we crept along the highway at a snail’s pace. A blanket of silence took over, the soft music from the radio filling the void. I turned to Nick, seeing him holding the steering wheel with one hand. His other hand rested on his lap, fingers drumming to the beat of the song.

I don’t know if it was hypnotizing or whatever but I stared at his long fingers, watching them tap onto the denim of his jeans.

“You know I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said that day.” Nick’s voice knocked me out from my stupor.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I said, I’ve been thinking about what you said that day. You know, about the friend thing.” He said. I noticed his fingers once again, still drumming but this time no longer in beat with the music. No it was much different, it was nervous drumming.

“Yeah and I meant it. If there’s something bothering you, you can tell me. I promise I’ll try not to judge you.”

“Try?” He asked quizzically.

“Well yeah. I may judge you a little, just a little. I promise I won’t even show it.” I joked.

“You are such an idiot sometimes.”

“Oh, could it be? Ladies and gentlemen, Nick Preston has finally called me something other than cute.” I mocked, in big fashion.

“You hate me calling you cute but you pull stuff like that all the time. Tell me how can I not call you cute?” He said, “Anyway, I was trying to talk to you about something here.”

“Sorry. Go on.”

“Yeah, okay so…um…you weren’t too far off with your assumptions that day? You know, as to why I was in a bad mood. It was a lot to take in all of the sudden, what with the break up and all.”

“So the break up wasn’t mutual?” I asked.

“No no, it was. You already know Kate likes Tray, and you probably already guessed that I like someone else too, so no, the break up was mutual.”

“Do I get to know who this new girl is?”

“Not yet, I’ll tell you sometime though…maybe.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Okay so it wasn’t the break up and so am I to assume it has something to do with this new crush? What? She turned you down?”

“You’re impatient, and no, at least not yet. I can’t exactly be turned down by someone I haven’t asked out can I?”

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“Okay then just spit it out. If you want to tell me, just out with it, if not please change the subject. Seriously, I’m not one for long emotional conversations.” I scolded. It was the truth though, long awkward conversations were not my thing and this conversation was brimming with awkwardness, more for him than me.

“Okay okay, well that day I found out that I wasn’t the only person with eyes for the prize. I had competition and I was pissed because no one had ever shown any fondness for said crush and suddenly, out of nowhere he pops up and says he does. Can you get how I felt?”

“So you were scared that she would pick him instead. Am I right? Pissed that out of nowhere this guy shows up, who may sweep your princess off her feet and far away from you?” Nick nodded his head, confirming his worries. “Really? Are you crazy or something?”

“What? Why?”

“Why? Dude, you’re like the number one bachelor in school, man. Last I checked, girls stood in line wanting to have you just notice them, and you’re worried you’re gonna lose out to this tool. Sure, I’m not saying that everyone in school would jump at the opportunity to date you, but c’mon man. I’m sure this girl would at least want to try to date you, even if it’s just for the experience of dating ‘The Nick Preston’, no offense.”

“But I don’t think it’s like that. I mean, I haven’t gotten any sense that this person likes me like that.” He said, rubbing his neck.

“Dude, there are this group of people called actors. Maybe you’ve heard of them? Yeah they have this ability to pretend to be something they’re not.” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Shut up. Relationships are more complicated than you think. Besides, you’re one to give relationship advice. You’ve never even had a boyfriend before.” He shot back.

“Below the belt man. It’s not by choice. You think I don’t want a boyfriend? It’s pretty lonely sometimes you know. At least you have people who want to date you. I’ll gladly settle for someone just liking me.”

“Sorry man, didn’t mean it like that. If it’s any consolation, I like you.” He tried to make me feel better. Typical Nick, always trying to be the all-around good guy.

“I was thinking more along the lines of a gay guy. Let’s just leave it at that. I don’t like to talk about my love life, or more like the lack thereof.” I chuckled. Nick gave me a sad frown, before turning his head back to the road. The ride got quiet after that. I didn’t mean to make it so somber but I said what was on my mind. Straight guys never know how lucky they are. They complain about girls and relationships, but at the end of the day, they at least have the luxury of not being judged for who they like.

Me on the other hand, well I listen and pretend it doesn’t bother me, but really it does. I look at happy couples in school and wish that I could have the same. All it takes is for one closet homophobe to take a gay asking him out on a date, to beat him to a pulp. Straight guys don’t have to worry about their crushes handing it to them, most of the time at least.

Thankfully the traffic finally eased up and we were able to get to the botanical garden without wasting too much time. As I got out of the car, I looked to Nick who still hasn’t said a word since. He got his stuff, not even making eye contact with me. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Nick.”

“Yeah?” He said, continuing with what he was doing.

“Nick, look at me.” I said, spinning him around to face me. “I didn’t mean to make it my problem. You were talking about yours and I just got carried away.”

“No. You’re right. It’s somehow always about me and I never thought about it from your standpoint. I’m sorry. Guess I’m not a very good friend huh. I’ve apologized to you so many times its sad really.” He smiled weakly.

“What? Dude c’mon. You’re an awesome friend. You befriended me when I had no one, even after I almost disfigured you. You just need to stop being the good guy with me. I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you treat me different than the other guys.” I said.

“You can tell?”

“Well duh. You joke with the other guys and yeah sometimes it hurts their ego too, but you never go into this slump whenever with me.”

“I just feel like I owe you so much more.” He said. I got the look on his face. Guilt. He was guilty, about what I couldn’t be certain but I suspected it has something to do with how he treated me in the past. In the spur of the moment, I pulled him to me and gave him a tight hug. I was touched to be honest. I mean even after everything he has done, he still felt like he owed me, but he did not.

“You don’t owe me anything Nick. For what it’s worth, I owe you. I owe you for making me feel worth when I felt worthless.” I said, wrapping my arms tighter around him. “You are one great guy, and that girl would be a fool not to like you too.”

He pulled away and smiled. “Thanks man.”

“Now that that’s taken care of, shall we? I’ll be damned if I don’t get an A on this project.” I said, dissipating any awkward tension that was left behind. I felt a slight tinge of jealousy for this mystery girl, having someone as amazing as Nick chasing after her, or maybe I’m just feeling lonely.

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