Friend Zoned [boyxboy]

Friend Zoned {10}

                “We’re the ones who flirt with disaster! On your ass we’ll pounce like a panther! Cut the bullshit out with a dagger, with a dagger, with a dagger!”

                “Ethan! Shut up!”

                I laughed and slapped my hand over Ethan’s mouth. He pouted and licked my hand like his life depended on it.

                “Lovely,” I grumbled, pulling my hand away from his mouth and wiping it on his shirt.

                “Hey! Keep my spit to yourself!” he said, jumping away from me.

                “That doesn’t even make sense,” I pointed out.

                “It doesn’t need to make sense. I’m Ethan. When do I ever make sense?” He rolled his eyes at my apparent stupidity.

                “Seriously, do you even have a last name?” I asked with a sigh.

                “Nope. I’m just Ethan,” he said, grinning.

                I opened my mouth to say something, but my eyes widened a little and I gripped Ethan’s hand. I pulled him around the corner into a more crowded area of the hallway.

                “What?” he asked in confusion.

                “Nate and Landon were over there,” I said, pulling him along towards Gideon’s locker out of habit.

                Realizing what I was doing, I tried to stop and turn around. But it was too late, and Gideon had already spotted us. He motioned us over and I sighed but walked the rest of the way to him.

                “You two left so suddenly,” he said with a frown. “Sonnet said you both had something to do. But you never even texted me, Greyson. That’s not like you. Are you okay?”

                “Perfectly fine,” I said. I mean, it’s not like my heart shattered in my chest and cut up my internal organs or anything.

                “Oh, and here comes the walking misery,” Ethan said with a frown.

                “Ethan. Benji,” Jude greeted as he stepped in front of Gideon.

                He turned and pulled Gideon into his arms, kissing him lovingly. I winced and dropped my gaze as my heart ached at the sight.

                Ethan gripped my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He offered me a cute, crooked smile. I managed to return a small smile of my own.

                “Oh, so are you two dating?” Jude asked once he had pulled away from Gideon and noticed us.

                “I hope you two are. You’re perfect together,” Gideon said eagerly.

                Damn Jude. Damn him to the darkest pits of hell for putting the idea of me and Ethan into Gideon’s head.

                “No,” I said, pulling my hand away from Ethan’s. “We’re not dating.”

                “Greyson, we’re hanging out at Jude’s afterschool and he said you guys can come if you want,” Gideon said.

                “You and Ethan,” Jude said with a smirk.