When we were Wallflowers

Chapter 20: Not so secret secret

A very long chapter in exchange for a simple request. Answer the questionnaire in the next chapter, pretty please? x

"Swag?"

"Yes, swag."

"Okay... and why exactly did you decide to say that?" It was a valid question that Colby had a right to question Finley on. "Talk me through your thought process." He said in a therapist-esque manner.

"Thought process?" Finley wasn't sure there was one. "Okay, I'll set the scene."

Colby nodded encouragingly as he rested his head on his hands on the school cafeteria table. The general collection of every teenager in that room having their own private conversations -hopefully with embarrassing topics just like Finley- drowned out the chance that anyone might hear about Finley's shocking lack of suave.

"So, Brent and I had just finished having the best sex ever. Ten out of ten, I'll be hitting that again. We go to sleep, I wake up with my head in between Brent's tits."

"They soft?"

"Like pillows made of clouds."

"Wow. I wish Ezra had boobs." Colby sighed.

"You're missing out, man, you really are. Anyway, we talk for a bit and he asks me how the sex was for me last night and I had a lot of thoughts about it. All positive. I was ready to get on my knees and confess my undying love for him, fucking Shakespeare style. Your dad would've been so proud of me and it was going to be amazing."

"But..."

Finley hung his head in shame. "But... I still get nervous around Brent and I said it was swag."

"Jesus Christ. Way to ruin the mood, Fin."

"I know, man! It kind of all went down hill from there really."

"What else did you say?" Asked Colby. He picked up one of the carrot sticks off his tray and nibbled on it like some sort of rabbit.

"Well... ugh, I don't want to say."

"You have to now! I'm so invested."

"It's embarrassing though."

"Oh, it totally is, but that just makes it all the more entertaining for me. I promise I'll only make fun of you for it for the rest of your life." Finley kicked Colby's leg under the table. "Ow!" Colby cried, the carrot stick falling out of his mouth and onto the floor. "Don't get pissy with me just because you told Brent that sex is swag. What next? You gonna tell him his tits are poggers?"

"Don't even say that because I just might. Brent told me that he's in love with me."

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. This is amazing. Please tell me you said you feel the same."

"Sort of."

"Sort of? No, Fin. You either tell someone you love them or you don't, there's no sort of. What did you say?"

"Sheesh."

The two sat silently at the table. Colby's eyes burned with the intensity of a thousand suns, possibly a million. Every second that passed was another moment for Colby to kill, no, repeatedly slap the ever loving shit out of Finley with his eyes. Finley had no doubt that Colby wanted to beat some sense into him and that was the most embarrassing thing of all.

Colby.

Colby Williams.

Mr Colby "I'm going to fuck the guy I hate the most for some sort of revenge plot that makes no sense when you think about it for more than two seconds" Williams thinks that Finley is an idiot.