Something About Him

III. Naked

I don't want to think about it and raise my blood pressure, so instead I think about everything leading up to this moment. How in a blink of an eye, my whole world flipped upside down. This is my new life now. Not just a new home, but a new town, a new address to memorize, a new school I have to worry about. Fuck, a whole new state. At the beginning of September, I was complaining how I hated Illinois- I don't even remember the reason why- and now, beginning of October, I'm living in Oregon.

Just thinking about attending a new school with new evil teachers and even eviler (is that a word?) students fills me with dread. I barely made it in my hometown school. I was thankful I even have one friend, my best friend, Quinn.

I guess now I have Kayla, but she's a freshman, I probably won't see her being a junior. But with my credits I can graduate early. I just gotta keep my head down and-

My thoughts on my new school stop short when I hear a door open. Not my door. "Julian?" I don't get a response, only the sound of the toilet seat clinking against the top. "Oh my god, are you peeing?

"Can you not be so loud? I just woke up, fuck." he tells me in a raspy, morning voice.

I scoff, "I'm showering. Naked," I empathize. Oh God, I'm naked! I cover my intimate area with my hands. I can barely see his tall figure through the glass walls with all the steam and I pray I'm too blurry for him to see me.

"Well, I wouldn't expect you to have clothes on," Julian speaks casually which pisses me off. "Unless you're one of those freaks who showers with their socks on."

"Get out!" I shout through my bewildered state. I can't believe this is happening.

"Chill, I'm almost done."

What the fuck? "You're unbelievable," is all I can say.

"And you're in my bathroom, if I need to take a piss, I'm gonna take a piss," he tells me almost angrily. "I didn't ask to share."

"And I didn't ask for my parents to die," I retort so swiftly, I surprise myself. Did I really just say that? I must have because my sentence grants me a pause.

Good, maybe he feels guilty-

"Touché. I'd step back from the water," Julian warns me.

"What?" And he flushes the toilet. The water turns freezing cold in seconds, "Julian!" I scold, turing the shower head away, but he's already left the bathroom. "Asshole. Didn't even wash his hands."

*

I know I said I'd just keep my head down at school, but when Monday rolls around, I change my mind. If this is my town for the next few years, then I need to try to make friends. Maybe more than one this time.

Walking in the school building with Kayla by my side, I might not need to try that hard to make friends. A good amount of people seem to like Kayla. She's already waved and said "hey," to more people than I can count on both hands.

We stop at her locker, "Um, Kayla, is there anything you forgot to tell me?" I ask her.

"Huh? Like what?" She puts books on the top shelf of her blue locker before looking at herself in the small magnetic mirror that hangs on the metal door.

"Like that fact that you're the most popular freshman I've ever met."

Kayla laughs and swings her locker shut, "I'm really not that popular," she deflects.

I scoff, "that's equivalent to rich people saying 'I'm not rich, I'm comfortable'."

"Julian was popular, that's the only reason I know the upperclassman. To them I'm just 'Julian's younger sister', I wouldn't really say I'm friends with them. My class though, I've always naturally got along with people."

"Ha, I wish. I can't even open my mouth without committing social suicide."

"What are you talking about? You're funny and, ya' know... good looking," she blushes a bit when she says the last part and avoids my eyes.

"I wasn't always, but I appreciate that," I tell her genuinely. "So you're telling me good looks is the way to popularity?" If that's all it takes, Kayla has it in the bag. Kayla is definitely pretty given her beautiful features and a body that every hormonal boy drools over. Not to mention she has a kind, yet confident personality. If I wasn't gay, I'd probably be into her. But she's like a sister now and I'm scared of pussy, so that would never work.

"I mean... look at me," she winks before chuckling, "I'm joking, but honestly," she shrugs, "I just be myself and confident whether I feel it or not; fake it till you make it, right?" She had a point and confidence was something I lacked at my old school.

"I wish you were a junior," I whine when I hear the warning bell go off.

"I know, but I'll see you in between class and when I get home," she tells me. She already informed me about her cheerleading practice and that I'll be getting a ride from her brother which I was less than happy about.

With a smile and a wave goodbye, Kayla was off, leaving me to fend for myself.

I sigh and head to my first class. Confidence, confidence, confidence, I keep in my head and I hope that's enough for me to make friends.

**

Hello Lovelies, Happy Thursday!

I've been thinking about writing a dystopian fantasy book (gay ofc), after I finish Fools in Love, would you guys be interested in that? We'll see lol

Anyway, thank you for reading <3

-Xoxo, Bert