Chapter Two
Book club ended. The entire time Rachel had her stupid eyes all over Justin. I just wanted to walk over and slap her. She needs to back off! If she doesn't, I'm going to show her who top dog is! I was the last one out.
“I'll see you later Justin,” I said as I walked out of his house. He smiled and waved good bye. I walked down the street and saw Rachel. She was alone. I ran up to her. She looked over at me and sneered.
“What do you want?” She snarled. Same goes here hunny.
“He rejected your slutty ass. Why bother still wanting him?”
“Oh, you did NOT just say that. I'm going to completely forget it because I understand how confused your mind is. Justin rejected me? Maybe that's how it looked in your sad little eyes. Justin isn't ready for a relationship with anyone yet. At least, not the kind I'm asking for.”
“And that proves my point. Listen, why don't you just back off? He's mine.” That made her laugh. I fail to see what is so funny about what I said.
“Seriously? You think Justin's a gay freak like you? Please, do us all a favor and go cut your wrists in a sad and depressing corner. Why don't YOU back off? Justin is MY man. You can fantasize all you want. But Justin isn't gay. You two will never be together. Didn't you ever think that maybe he's a bit creeped out by you? Justin hates gays. He just doesn't know how to say it politely.” She's lying. ME and Justin are meant to be. He's mine and this bitch better back the fuck up! I stopped walking next to her and glared. A car pulled up to the side of the road and she go in it. Ugh! I wish she would just die! She's such a fucking bitch! I turned around and walked back to Justin's house. I knocked on his door. He opened it.
“I thought you were coming later,” Justin said with a shocked face. I shrugged.
“Some things came up and questions aroused in my head for you.”
“Uh-oh. What did I do now?” He asked jokingly and let me in his house. We walked over to his stair case. It's where we usually hug out in his house. I sat down on the stairs and he leaned against the railing. “So, what are these questions you wish to ask me?”
“How do you really feel about gays? Do I make you feel uncomfortable?” His eyebrows went up and he cleared his throat.
“Well, that's kind of out of the blue now isn't it? Would you like an honest answer or a wise ass one?” I smiled and couldn't help but give out a small laugh.
“I'm trying to be serious here.”
“Okay. Honesty it is then. How do I fell about gays? Am I supposed to feel something? Gays are normal human beings. I don't see how they are any different from a straight person.” I looked up at him. “And as for the second question. I will admit, at first I was a little taken back and weirded out by your presence. But it wasn't a big deal. I find you to be a very good friend. You're always there for me. I don't feel uncomfortable by your presence and I never will again.” I looked up at him and smiled.
“Do you really mean that? You're not just lying so you don't hurt me?” He sighed and scrunched up his face. He turned around and bent on the rail and looked at me.
“Who have you been talking to? This isn't like you at all. Has someone been saying things? Really, don't listen to them. People that talk about others in such a fashion are usually just jealous of you in one form or another. Just pay them no mind Dylan.”
“You're a really nice guy. Don't ever change.” I stood up and hugged him.
“Do you feel better now?” He asked me as we released our hug.
“Yes. Thanks.” I waved good bye and walked home.
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