Chapter eight || Brylan’s POV

Walking down the street I always go for late night walks. I'm a fan of being by myself, left to my thoughts and recently I've been doing it a lot in hopes it'll help me specifically get rid of the ones with Alex.

Another option would be to call up my ex, he always helped getting the thought out but that's not really fair on him. He still likes me up to now and I'm starting to feel like I'm only using him to get the idea of Alex out of my head.

Taking a deep breath I hear honking before flinching and turning my head to the car noticing Damon looking at me.

Stunned I look around in chance he's signaling to someone else but I'm the only person on the street given that it's nine o'clock at night.

Slowly walking up to the car I stand at the passenger door as he rolls down the window. I don't think I've ever spoken to him without Katie being there.

'Are you lost?' He asks confused as I take in how deep his voice is. It's really deep, he must be either tired or in a bad mood.

'No.' I respond harsher then I had intended, 'I'm just walking..'

'How long have you been walking?' He trails off looking at the gps as I do the same shocked. I have to be at least two miles away from home, I must've zoned out because that has to be at least forty minutes.

'Do you want me to drop you off at home?' He offers, 'I'm going back home since it's the same direction anyways since my friend ditched me.'

Hesitantly I agree before hopping in the car, thankfully the radio is on so I can avoid any communication with him.

Unlike Katie or most of my other peers I don't really talk to seniors, it's always awkward and I can never understand them at all. Especially with relationships which is another pro to put on the pros and cons list I made for Alex; that we're the same age with him being only a few weeks older.

'How's Alex?' Damon speak making me slowly look up at him with shock but he stays looking at the road. 'You like him right?'

Opening my mouth I'm incapable of speaking. He's the first person to ever say something since I've never really told anyone besides my diary which stays locked even avoiding typing it on my notes app in fear someone will hack me or something.

'I'm not stupid Brylan.' Damon takes a glance at me almost laughing at my reaction, 'I used to drop you and Katie off everywhere and when Alex started tagging along I noticed the switch in your energy.'

Feeling self conscious, I play with my fingers wondering if he's the only one who noticed. What if Alex made up his feelings for Katie to scare me off.

'He doesn't know.' He reassures me as if he read my mind. Looking at him I notice him already staring down at me, 'because he gives me a vibe that he's gay...does he like men?'

Laughing at him comment I hear him chuckle under his breath before he looks back at the road, 'he's not...but him being a nice person doesn't automatically make him queer, you should take pointers from him actually.'

'What do you mean?' He raises his eyebrows. Slightly confused I can't seem to tell if he's joking or just doesn't know.

'You and your friends are notorious for fucking with girls then ditching them for the next hot thing.' I specify what I mean, but he doesn't really say much, 'you do know that's one of the main things that you guys are known for right?'

'In our defense...girls like you and Katie aren't the ones that talk to us,' he readjusts himself speaking quickly, 'meaning our only option is to date girls who do...which happens to be the confident ones with mini skirts and it gets boring- imagine being around someone and all they do is agree with you and laugh at what you say putting no input in the conversation,'

Surprised I hadn't really thought of it from their point of view. I had just assumed it was at their own free will.

'You'll get bored of them eventually,' he trails off before pulling up into my driveway. 'That's why I don't really do relationships anymore.'

'You're tired of the same kinda of people,' I nod before getting out the car and waving at him through the open window as he drives out. 'But no one is forcing you from not try talking to different kinds of people!'

He doesn't respond to my piece of advice only giving me a short wave before leaving. Doubting he heard my last comment, I sigh.

Shifting I walk towards the front door before unlocking it and walking in. I'm not sure if I had just assumed he was a bad person but he's not exactly how I remembered him.