Chapter 7: Don't Mind

Chapter 7

Mickey 'Mike' Hollister

Don't Mind

"Even though the guys are crazy. Even though the stars are blind. If you show me real love, baby, I'll you show you mine!" John sings cheerfully as he puts his hand over his chest, caressing it as his lover watches him with a proud smile on his face.

Kevin rolls his eyes.

Moody.

I haven't been able to write a letter to my future lover. These past few days, I've been browsing on my computer, searching for a dating site or whatever. But so far none. Tinder. I created a Tinder account. Once created, messages keep coming, blowing my notifications. Well, they can't help themselves. With a profile picture of me being shirtless and all, showing my beautiful, glistening abs. No one can resist the temptation. When it comes to these things, I wouldn't tell my friends. Even if they are my friends. They would make fun of me. On the outside, I am this huge, meany guy with an English accent. I appear dark to them. And I'd like to keep it that way. Or else, I would be doom. My life would be doom. Knowing these bitches, they would probably tell the world about it. Hella, even would talk to God about this thing. And I don't want to be the center of attention.

"Hey, Mike." Noah chirps as he pats me on my shoulder. "You're quiet. Going through something?"

I shake my head.

"Then why are you quiet? You're not like that."

Filling in, Gloss says, "About your mother? Step-father?" Hit. Boom. Right. I stay quiet.

Gloss has been going with us a lot lately. Every time, he's in our group table. Even his friends. The Russian and French ones. Even John's boyfriend. So our group became bigger. And these gays are the first gays in our group. So far, no one tries to bully them. Duh. It's Noah's school. He can be a devil. He can do whatever he wants. He can offer scholarships. He can make life a hell for a man. But somehow, Gloss has tried to change it. He brought the old Noah back. Noah has been smiling ever since they got together. And in addition to that, Noah has become cheesy and sappy. It's kind of shocking to see Noah that way. He looks like a God.

Well, he is a God. God of Sexiness.

And Gloss is a God. God of Sassiness.

"O, Kevin Muchi Poo!" Kaila shouts, hugging Kevin tightly. Collins glares at Kaila and she just sticks out her tongue at him.

Collins can't stand Kaila. Because Kaila keeps is a sneaky, little, well, bitch. She purposely teases and insults Collins by flirting around with Kevin. According to her, Collins is being 'cute' and 'possessive' when he's jealous. And it's been happening for some quite time now. He told us about the story on how Kaila confronted him. He said he couldn't stand Kaila because she's always around Kevin when she's not around Gloss.

How sad.

He told us about Kaila being a bitch and how she told him about Kevin's secret. Of course, Kevin acknowledged it he's, according to him, 'greatful' to have Kaila as his friend.

"Kaila Sasha Poo, how are you doing?" Kevin says in a calm voice, but his excitement is evident in the tone of the voice.

Kaila sighs, frowns, and her mood suddenly drops. Even Collins gives her a worry look. After all, Collins' was thankful to Kaila. If it weren't for her, him and Kevin wouldn't have ended up together.

"Russian." She states with a monotone voice.

"What about the Russian guy?" asks Collins, arching an eyebrow at Kaila. From the tone, it sounds like he doesn't care at all.

"He's going back to Russia."

Russian. The Russian Guy is going back to Russia. My eyes go immediately to Gloss. Since they came to this school, Gloss has been friends with the French guy and the Russian guy. I'd like to call them by their nationality because it's much easier for me. I used to call them by their names, but when the Russian guy called me British guy, then I'd like to give the feeling back. At first, it irritated me that for someone like him, well, I admit he's kind of bulky, but I'm bigger than him, stronger than him, he has the guts to call me by any names he'd like to call me.

All eyes go straight to Nero.

"What?" Nero asks innocently, arching a brow to us.

"You and Russian guy had a talk, right?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. It feels like I need to protect the Russian guy. Nero shakes his head. What a liar. "Oh c'mon, Nero. Don't be such a liar. I saw you guys one time and you guys were having a big talk. Almost shouting with each other. And I have the feeling that Russian guy has decided to go back to Russia. Now, Nero, what did you say to him?"

"I'm going out," says Gloss.

He stands up and walks away.

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'Dear Future Lover For Forever,

It has been so long since I last wrote a letter for you. For the past few days, I was really stressed out. Because of mum. Of the things I'm facing. I have a new step father. He's a cop. His name is Eros. Remember about the first letter I wrote you? I love History. And when I found out his name, Eros. It felt like he belongs in Olympus. Like he's a God or something. I never knew mum could seduce a guy like him. Usually, Eros is the one who likes to fool around. But it seems like mum is toying him around her fingers. Is that even possible?

John and Ashton. They are really in love with each other. They are always together. And it's good to see that my friends are happy with their choices in life. When you enter in my life, I hope our start would be fine. And then I want our relationship to be exact like Noah's and Gloss'. Kevin's and Collins'. And John's and Ashton's.

I really want to meet you now. I don't know if you are now part of my life. Or if I have yet to meet you one day. But still, I'm ready. So ready.'

There's a knock on my door.

Knock! Knock!

Knocking the cup of pencils on my table, I mumble a shit as put some books on my notebook to hide the cheesy later.

Whoever this shit, it's a bitch.

Eros enters the room without my permission, and for that, I want to kill him. Privacy. We all want privacy.

"Feel like your room?" I ask as he sits on Brad's bed. Rolling my eyes, I pick up all the pencils that have rolled over my desk.

"Nope," he says nonchalantly. "But it's definitely my son's room, Brad. And you." I want to say I'm not his son. That my only father is my own father. He doesn't have the title to be a father to me or whatever. "You only talk to Brad. You never talk to us. I mean, you do. But that's rare. You'll just talk to us if we ask you a question. You never get along with us. It feels like we're ghost to you, aren't we? I know that you don't like me. Or you treat me as a stranger. But I want something more. I want to be close to you as you are with your father. I know that you treat Brad as your brother, but why can't you at least treat me as a friend or something?"

Drama. That's the one thing I'm trying to avoid.

There is too much drama around me. Too many. Dad being emotional, my friends telling me that they have my back whatever happens and shits like that. Although I'm being emotional sometimes, I just show them to my friends and mostly to my Dad. I don't want anyone to think that I'm weak or something like that.

I guess that's just me being... well, me.

"Why? Does that bother you that much?" I ask, staring directly into his eyes.

I never knew that his eyes are so intense, almost like meteors showers. It's so beautiful. Like, I could watch it for a day. I could just stare at it for a day without doing anything. It's not boring. At all. I cut it out. Too much watching is dangerous.

"We weren't supposed to meet like that," I say, referring to the day where we first met. "I could have met you at the school, or, or on the street. Or at the café, Starbucks. We could have been buddy buddy to each other. It's not supposed to be like this. We would have been, fuck this, best mates or something like that if you weren't screwing my mum." Almost shouting. He just stares at me. "What? You guys just met. And now, you guys are going to get married? Can't you see? Mum is desperate. Desperate to have someone. I can tell, she doesn't love you!"

"Don't talk about her like she's a goddamn devil!" Eros says, his eyes piercing through mine. "You very well know that if it weren't for her, you wouldn't have been born."

"And I tell you, you don't have a right to... to... ah, fuck this!"

"Language!"

"Too much shouting," Brad says, entering in our room. He eyes us both, confusion evident in his eyes. "Are you guys fighting?"

"No, kiddo." Eros says, calming down. He walks over to his son and picks him up. It's night. Mum is not in the house. I don't know and care where she goes. She doesn't care about me. Eros says something to Brad, which makes him nod. "Sleepy already? You should sleep now. Tomorrow, we're going to a theme park. Okay?" Brad nods happily.

I remember the last time my Dad brought me to a theme park. It was such a nice day. The sun was shining bright and all. It's like the sun was mighty at that time. Like a king. Dad used to tell me that. There were a lot of people in the park. Lots of chattering. My eyes were always on the kids who had parents. A complete family. The ideal family that I wanted. It's something that I wanted in the first place. At that time, Mum and Dad were not in good terms. They were parted. Broken. From that day, I knew that Dad cared a lot for me more than my Mum. He knew a lot of things about .e than my mum. He knows my favorites. Foods. Sweets. Desserts.

Eros pats me on the head. "Join us tomorrow. Brad would love that."

It's like nothing happened. His anger is gone. It feels like the room is much calmer now. Much better. The tension is gone. I just realized that there was a tension going on.

Am I that cruel?

Treating them like a ghost, is that cruel? Or rudeness? I remember the time when my father told me about he was like a ghost to mum. It was painful, according to him.

Is it painful for him?

Am I hurting Eros?

Am I hurting a God?