Being in love with a straight boy is a straight-up nightmare. Especially if it's been like that for years. But it's even worse when he's your best friend's brother, who has a girlfriend that's there to remind you how straight he is. That's when it b...
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Boys always say that girls come from another planet and that we speak some kind of nonsensical lingo to mess with them and act unpredictable to purposely make life hard for them, when really, boys are the ones that make no sense. Take, for example, my ex-boyfriend, Bryce. His mood changes were so hard to keep up with that I always felt like I was somehow doing something wrong, because why else would he go from happy to angry in a matter of minutes? And to this day, I still had no clue why on earth he kept telling me, "You don't understand." He didn't even tell me what I didn't understand!
To me, it was simple. I personally wasn't always the best at it, but talking seemed to be a great solver of problems. It was so easy to just let people know what's going on in your life so they can take it into consideration or maybe even help.
But boys never wanted to talk.
That's why I liked Mason. The only thing he did was talk. He filled every second of our time together with whatever was on his mind and I absolutely loved it, because I had no clue how to talk or how to get people to talk without freezing up and shutting down and wanting to get swallowed by the earth, but Mason talked anyway! It was the perfect arrangement. He'd talk and I'd listen.
Still, when it came down to it, even Mason was a boy.
"Mason has been acting weird all week," I told my friends after letting out a sigh, interrupting our little moment of (relative) silence. I couldn't focus with all the students around us—the study hall hadn't been the most ideal place to study in a long, long time—and my worrying wasn't helping with my concentration either.
"Weird how?" asked Nazy.
"Just... weird. He's been really quiet."
"Quiet?!" Krista exclaimed, slamming the table. "That boy never shuts up! What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know, that's the problem..." I sighed and put my head down, throwing my arms on top. Nazy then pulled on my hair impatiently, so I looked up again, glaring at her. She had that look on her face that she always had when she had the feeling that there was something going on but didn't quite know what it was yet. The suspicious look. The I-have-to-know-or-I'll-die look.
"Did something happen?"
"I honestly have no idea, Nazy."
"You have to ask him," Krista offered, helpfully.
"You think I haven't asked him?"
"Ask again."
"He'll just divert the subject. I told you, he's been like this all week." It was almost like he didn't even want to think about it but couldn't help doing it and ended up staring ahead, biting his lip, biting his cheeks, biting his nails, biting anything he could bite on. I'd never seen him do it before, but I wasn't surprised in the slightest. The question was... why didn't he want to talk? And why didn't he want to talk to me?
