Chapter 5

Will's POV

The day rolled out pretty quickly after Grace and I got talking at the cafeteria. I was currently at my locker thinking about my first genuine friend.

Grace was a pretty nice girl, and she was insanely rich. I always thought rich people were these snobbish standoffish devious dickheads, but Grace wasn't anything like I'd imagined. Grace was kind, and probably the richest person in the school, but she didn't hang out with the populars. She always said, and I quote, 'I'm my own person. I don't need a group to define who I am or what my status is. And the others think I'm way too much to handle anyway'.

Well, I accepted all that, but a part of me thought that maybe, just maybe, the others didn't want to hang out with her because somehow, they knew that her brother was gay.

Ugh! Seriously, what's wrong with people? It's not like we homos liked animals or inanimate objects. We liked our fellow humans for crissake!

I sighed, closing my locker and heading out of the school. I must not have been watching where I was going because I hit a wall. Or so I thought. I rubbed my forehead to curse at the wall but I was instantly tongue-tied as I stood there staring at Brandon smirking in all his beautiful sexy glory.

Ugh! Shut up, Will!

"Ah! We meet again." Brandon said forming an accent which almost made me laugh but I just suppressed it to a slight snort. Thankfully, he didn't hear it.

"So..." He drawled out, seeing as I wasn't going to say anything any time soon "Mrs Ellen said I had to show you around the school. Is now a good time?"

I wanted to just blurt out a big solid 'no', but I thought better of it. I really didn't want to be with him right now, especially now that it was basically just the two of us in school. But if I didn't do it now, I'd definitely still do it some other time in the nearest future.

Why prolong the inevitable? Might as well just get it over with once and for all.

"Yes." I said sighing miserably. If Brandon noticed that, then he chose to ignore it.

"Okay, come on." He said waving his hands at me and turned back to exit the school.

"Aren't we supposed to-"

"Well, since we're already outside, I just thought I'd show you the statue first before we explore the interior part of the school."

Oh. Makes sense.

Wait what? Statue? What statue?

"This statue was built right after this school was founded." Brandon said pointing at a big black statue in front of us.

Huh. How hadn't I noticed it? I could swear it wasn't there when I walked in the other day. Oh yeah I remember now, Brandon stole all my attention. That's probably why it went unnoticed by me.

Damn him and his good looks!

"Hello? I'm not the statue now, am I?" Brandon said smirking at me.

Shit. He caught me staring at him. Smooth, Will. Smooth.

Brandon just chuckled softly and carried on. Even his chuckle was sexy. Argh!

"Okay so, as you can see, the statue was sculpted into a man. That man, Jensen. On the right hand of the statue lies a book. History has it that Jensen was a very studious and sentimental person. He would name each and every one of his books. Apparently, Jenson named that one 'Don'. He found this school while in possession of that exact book and-" he stopped suddenly. I wanted to ask why but he spoke up again.

"Okay no one gives two fucks about an old statue and Jensen's weird life. Let's just skip this." He said sighing.

I couldn't contain my laughter this time. I hugged myself and laughed out.

I saw something flash in Brandon's eyes but it was gone as soon as it came. I just shrugged it off. It was probably dust or something.

After I settled, we went back into the school, with him leading the way.

"You've had classes already, so you're probably aware of all the classroom placements by now." He said glancing at me over his shoulders. I wanted to object to that because I couldn't possibly know the whole classrooms but hey, I would settle for anything that would make this tour over soon.

"Yeah." I just nodded and continued walking.

Brandon suddenly stopped walking. I looked up to see why he did and noticed we were in front of a door.

"This is the infirmary. It's where-"

"I know what an infirmary is." I said to him slightly rolling my eyes.

"Oh yeah right sorry. Moving on." He blushed, turning to take us to another part of the school.

Brandon took me to several places that I couldn't, for my sake, remember their names.

The only places I could remember were the library, laboratories, auditorium, bigger classrooms that looked like halls for teaching purposes, the emergency room and so on.

We were now out on the fields. The field was really huge. It was like three times that of a standard football field. Okay maybe I exaggerated a lil bit. But still. It had beautifully painted bleachers on either side. Back at my former school, ours was so dull that even Squidward's miserable life was brighter than it.

"Wanna play?" I turned to see Brandon holding down a ball with his foot.

Oh God not this! I despised football more than I despised the news. Okay not entirely true, I definitely hated the news more than anything. I mean, they just go about spreading shit about people and things without even making any effort to see to its genuineness.

If I said no, I'd seem like a jerk but if I said yes,

I'd probably lose my self-esteem and be mortified for the rest of my boring pathetic life.

"Yes." I said finally. I'm sure nothing would happen. I mean, it's just a game right? Right.

"Cool! Okay first one to score, wins. Come at me man!" Brandon said smirking.

I tried to remember the moves of the players I caught glimpses of from football that my dad watched on TV.

After successfully remembering none, I prayed a silent prayer and went ahead to try to collect the ball and score.

I wasn't sure what was going on, but before I knew it, I kind of tripped Brandon and made him fall, bringing me down with him.

We were now on the floor, with me on top of him.

We suddenly burst out laughing. The sun was setting already, and a nearby tree on the field funneled some rays right at my face, burning my eyes slightly.

"You're cute, Will." Brandon said out of the blue, bringing his hand to my face. I stopped laughing and stared at him in confusement.

He hesitated before bringing his face closer to mine. The glint that flashed in his emerald eyes from before, now prominent.

Before he could get rid of the space between us completely, Brandon's face suddenly looked like my dad's.

No son of mine could ever be a faggot!

My dad's words suddenly blocked out my thoughts making me tremble, and my breath hitch.

I lifted myself up from Brandon so suddenly that I almost stumbled backwards when I got up.

"I-I'm sorry, I ha-have to g-go now!" I said stumbling on my words and bolted away before he could call me back.

Did Brandon just try to kiss me?!