Pretty Boy [bxb] | ✔️

Chapter five: Session one

"Your eye," I begin, before I look at my surroundings.

"None of your business," he snaps.

"OK."

As you walk through into the house, you immediately enter the living room. The room is big. There is a grey L-shaped sofa to the right, and a massive flat-screen T.V. hung on the white wall. In front of the couch, there is a wooden coffee table with a small woven cube basket which I can see TV remotes sticking out of and coasters placed in one corner of the table.

There's also a large painting placed on the wall next to the T.V. It's of different coloured lines. The picture leaves no room for the imagination because it is precisely what it is. Lines.

From what I can tell, the house is beautiful, but it lacks the feel of a home without any goofy family pictures anywhere. Maybe that's just what I'm used to as there are photos of my family in every room of my house, even the main bathroom. As my parents have five children, I know we'd have more pictures than the average family, though I would still expect them in a family home.

In contrast to my house, everything is neat in Alex's home. Nothing is out of place. Not even a key placed on top of a cabinet or an open newspaper on the coffee table. None of those things would be considered messy or out of place in my house, but it feels like if I were Alex and I placed even the slighted thing out of place, his parents would ground me until the age of thirty-two.

Everything seems cold and open, especially as everything is so bright. When people ask why I never want to live in a big house, this is my reasoning. Nothing is homey or cosy. I need that in a home, or else it's just a house.

He leads me through fancy-looking doors to the left into his Dracula-style dining room where there are already chemistry books placed on top of a long table waiting for me. In the middle, there is a glass vase that holds some of the flowers I saw in the front garden.

He sits down in one of the chairs then motions for me to sit in the seat opposite him. So place my bag onto the floor then slip into the chair.

I notice him looking at me with a smirk on his face with arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" I ask.

As I study him, I feel the embarrassment of what I thought about two days start creeping in again, exactly how it did in detention yesterday, as well as the fear that this was the time he was going to use to get back at me for calling him gay. I guess getting under his skin and finally winning a battle where he's my opponent doesn't rid of that feeling.

The self-consciousness is precisely due to the issue of how I thought of Alex physically being my type and how I drew someone that looked like him. His stare is making me feel a bit hot under the collar, but that doesn't mean I'm getting turned on or anything by the stare he's giving me, right? He's just intimidating. And cute. Damnit, he's cute.

It's so gross to think that I even shudder.

"What's your grade in chemistry?" He questions, looking slightly suspicious. I snap out of the daze I was momentarily in and glare at him. I already know that whatever grade I tell him, he'd either make fun of me or state that what I reply with seems too high and accuse me of lying, or maybe both.

Probably both. It's Alex. You couldn't put it past him.

I kind of expect him to mention something about what happened yesterday. Maybe a gay comment, or at least something to do with it, but he doesn't, which is strange. I thought he'd want to carry on the fight, to make sure he gets the last word. I guess he doesn't care. Having said that, he could be planning to do so later.