Unknown Number // (BoyxBoy)

2: Who is This?

Devon's POV

As usual, i was sitting at my table in the cafeteria, with my usual friends, everyone expected me to hang out with, talking about the same, usual stuff.

I didn't even think about what i was saying. I didn't need to. Because everyone laughed. At everything i said.

Sometimes i think, maybe they're fake friends or just dumb because they laugh at everything.

It gets really tiring to be the heart of every conversation.

Some people might groan and say that i should be lucky but fuck you! It is so annoying. Everyone expects you to do things, say things, act a certain way, when you just want to be yourself for fucking once.

Hell, if i raise my finger, everyone would come, but i don't have one real friend around here. Of course, everyone shows up to my parties and hamgs out with me but if things get real...i don't know who would stand beside me.

Sucks that my only real friend lives 5000 miles away. Daniel had to move beacuse his dad got a job offer in another country and life without him couldn't be worse. He was like my brother. We text everyday and try to call each other as often as we can, but sometimes things just don't work out.

I really miss him.

He was on my team, my best man, my best friend. And now everything just feels fake. I feel like all of the people i hang with, are with me because I'm known at school. I just really want someone who likes me for who i am.

Finally, the bell saved me and we all started walking to our next classes. Mine was math.

One more thing no one knew about me.

I loved math.

Well, no one knew because they didn't care. They never asked. In fact, they never asked anything about me. Yes, they asked what i was doing on the weekends, who I've hooked up with on the latest party and what i think about the latest trash. But none of my so called friends, ask me how i feel. What my favourite colour is. Heck, none of them even asked me what my favourite songs are and stuff. The basics.

But no, they are all fake. I just know it. Real friends would care. At least a bit.

Of course i hang with them, but only because society made me hang with them. Everyone expects me to hang with them and i don't even get asked.

Maybe some of them feel the same...i don't know that...

By now, math class was almost over and people already started packing their things but the teacher was still talking and assigning homework.

It was annoying, really. Actually so freaking disrespectful. But then the bell rang and everyone stood up and even the teacher stopped talking because she realised no one was listening anyways.

"Devon? Anything going on this weekend after the game?" Nick shouted over the heads of a few others behind me.

See? Only questions like that.

"I don't know yet. Not at my place though." I casually said and he just hummed and went back to talking to his Gabbie, his girlfriend.

I sighed, thinking about going home and locking myself into my room and just...relax.

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I kissed my mom hello, spun my little brother Max around quickly and finally got into my room and let myself fall onto my bed immediately.