Smashing Into You •• BWWM

4. 'Cyrus' is a stupid name.

Ch. 4. 'Cyrus' is a stupid name: (Bonkers by Dizzee Rascal)

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"You know Brian basically hates my guts, right?" Yang slammed the locker shut.

Stupid questions shouldn't be asked, but, then again, that's my forté, "What... did he say...?"

"Oh, I don't know..." he narrowed his eyes at me before walking ahead, all the while biting down—his jaw so clenched—I thought they would break, "why, you don't use your head?"

I couldn't do anything for him; right now that brain was seething over whatever Brian said. It was best to just leave him alone for a couple of hours. I sighed when he turned into his next class.

There's this unsettling history between them... one that he won't go into explicit detail with me.

Even after these three years.

It made me feel terrible. Wasn't there some sort of device for me to use to read his mind so I could better understand what he was feeling? Was I a good friend, even if he couldn't talk to me?

Don't go that route, dude.

Yeah, I shouldn't... I gotta get to gym anyway.

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I was pretty proud of how fucking vibrant my green socks were. Like, I usually dirtied any bright or white colored clothing item but damn... a bro could really look good sporting socks like these for the ladies.

To test the theory, I walked around a few times, showing a bit more leg than I normally did. My eagerness couldn't await their reaction; see the girls approaching me and doing that light-flirty-touch thing just to compliment my suave-attude—oooh! I couldn't help myself.

Yet...

Fifteen minutes was a long time for nobody to notice though. Shattered my fucking expectations.

I moped, internally, and dawdled with the rest of the kids in the gym.

Faizan and Lance kept the class busy with their Improv skits. One-by-one some of us gathered to witness the infamous duo. Their acting skills were getting better and I appreciated how easily they could make a crowd laugh.

Two boys, totally different, found something in common after they both accidentally walked into the wrong class (and decided to stay because the latter was better than science or math, haha).

But it's funny how life works, right?

We clapped for their performance and kept to ourselves—was Coach caught up in the bathroom or something?

Around the half gym, the others faced their circle of usual friends, completely forgetting the fact that we were meant to be doing our daily rituals (me included).

I mean, people were cracking jokes, lip-sync-battling, and... doing weird-ass 'secret' handshakes... or maybe it was a game? I squinted as if that would help me understand the shit better.

Mental eye-roll.

The one student committed to finishing their lap to and forth the concrete wall was Genevieve.

She kept her eyes straight ahead, breathed with her diaphragm, and even as she sat down, the girl continued with the ten push-ups/twenty sit-ups rule (completely turned away from any guy who could creep on her legs), just to finish with sitting at the end of the row, not slouched over.