Corbin's POV
All week I've been talking to someone through social media and not a clue to who they are. They won't tell me, and every time I think I'm close to finding who they are, they log off. Story of my life.
As I was getting ready for the first period, Brook came running up, "guess what?"
"You're brother has finally admitted that he's in love with me," I asked her.
She gave me a look, "what? Ewww, no. My brother is a moody doof. And what's with you and my brother anyway?"
"Well, he's hot, and I've had a crush on him for years," I grinned.
"That's disturbing, but no. I am having a party Saturday night," she said emphatically.
"Wait, do your dads know? Because I'm sure Wade is the kind of guy that says sure invite random people over and trash my house," I said with a look.
She gave me a look, "no. Wade and Cole are going to visit my grandparents. So, that means a party at my house."
"Okay then what about Blake," I asked her, hoping she said he would be there.
"Doubt it. Blake doesn't do parties, and he usually takes off for the weekend."
"Where does he go," I inquired casually.
"Why do you care?"
"No reason." Only because he's freaking sex on legs, of course, Brook thinks I gave up my crush on her brother. Yeah, no. It's still there. Now if I could get him to admit his undying love for me, we would frolic off into the sunset like the two happy gay people we are. Then again, Blake isn't gay. Okay, so that's my one obstacle in my quest for love.
Brook snapped my fingers, "will you stop fantasizing about my brother declaring his undying love for you?"
"I thought I was pretty stealth about that?"
She arched an eyebrow, "you got a boner in my house from staring at him."
"Yeah, don't remind me. I had to take care of business after that," I said to Brook.
"Thanks for sharing," she groaned.
"Sharing is caring," I reminded her.
"Don't care. See you Saturday," she waved.
I shook my head as I got the rest of my stuff out and closed my locker. As I walked to class, I met up with Jeff and Felix.
"Did you hear about the party," Jeff asked me.
"You know her dads are going to ground her the rest of her life, right," I asked them.
"Probably but it's Brook," Felix chuckled.
"Who knows maybe you can declare your undying love to Blakey poo," Jeff teased.
I rolled my eyes, "okay first, he's straight. Second, he won't even look at me. Oh, hey, Blake. Invisible," I groaned.
"Maybe it's time to move on. Didn't you mentioned you were talking to someone through Instagram?" Jeff asked me.
"Briefly."
"Then why not see where that goes," Felix suggested.
"Because it's online. For all, I know it could be someone older woman named Bertha. Trust me, I already check the profile and there are no pictures whatsoever," I said emphatically.
"Maybe Bertha is hot," Jeff shrugged. I looked at him. Eww no. Even if she was, I'm freaking gay.
I went to class and let them cackle about whatever. That was so not helping me.
After school, I went home and walked in, setting my books down.
"Corbin?! Is that you," Mom yelled from the kitchen.
"The one and only," I yelled back.
She came out and kissed me on the cheek.
"How was school?"
"School is school," I shrugged.
"Then I'm guessing this has something to do with a guy," she said with a look.
"Astute as always," I replied. She giggled.
"Don't worry, hun. When you meet the right one, you'll know it," she said with a reassuring smile.
"Maybe. I'm going to do some homework. I'll be down in a while for dinner," I told Mom as I grabbed my books.
The minute I got to my room, I got to work only to get interrupted by my phone. I picked it up. New message. Hmm.
Hey. How's it going? - angeleyes
Yawn.
Meh. School is boring. How about you? - corbthefab
Well, I've been thinking about this guy. - angeleyes
Is he hot? - corbthefab
Very but I don't think he knows that. - angeleyes
Have you talked to him? - corbthefab
I have. - angeleyes
Oh really. And? - corbthefab
He's amazing. - angeleyes
Sounds interesting. - corbthefab
It is. The only thing is, I'm not sure if he would feel the same way. - angeleyes
That depends. Who is the guy? - corbthefab
I sat there and waited. If I can't figure out my own love life, might as well figure out someone else. Then my phone dinged.
I looked at the message.
You. - angeleyes
I sat there, stunned as I dropped my phone. What in the hell? I think things just took a turn.
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Blake's POV
I stared at my phone. I can't believe I said that. Was it too forward? Was it too much? Did I scare him off? Okay, play it cool Blake.
My phone dinged, and before I had a chance to answer, I heard Brook say, "what are you doing?"
I hurried and clicked off Instagram, then shoved my phone in my pocket.
"Nothing. Why?"
She looked at me, weird, "okay. Well, I'm having a party on Saturday."
"Does our dads know about the said party?"
"No, and we're not telling them. Plus, it's not like you'll be here," Brook said sarcastically.
I looked at her.
"Anyway, I'm just having a few friends over. No big deal," she shrugged. That meant he was going to be here.
"Then I guess I can stick around," I shrugged.
"Huh?" She looked at me, confused.
"So, things don't get out of hand. But if this blows up in our face, you're taking full responsibility," I warned Brook. I hated parties, but I was only staying because he was going to be here.
Later on, I had dinner with my family. They talked, I listened. I was too busy thinking about other things. When I say other things, I meant Corbin.
"Blake, are you even listening," dad asked me.
"No, not really," I shrugged.
"What has gotten into you lately," my dad Cole asked me. I just looked at him. Maybe it's a fact I like someone, and I haven't told anyone.
"Nothing," I said, getting up and putting my plate in the sink. I went up to my room.
My dads looked at me, "Why was this so much easier when he was six," Wade asked.
"Because you give him brownies and he's fine. Babe, he's not six anymore," Cole chuckled.
While they finished eating, I sent a message. One came back. I chuckled. We went back and forth. If we didn't send memes, we sent gifs or just talked. It was nice to talk to Corbin finally. I didn't think he would if he knew it was me.
I mean, who would want a bad boy that's gay honestly? An oxymoron if you think about it.
Personally, no one knew, and at this point, I wanted to keep it that way. When the time was right, I would tell them. The time wasn't right. At least not for me.