Chapter 9

"I remember the first time I saw you, you looked so good." That ass (Brandon=That ass) sat before me, with his hands pressed on the wall behind us. Yes, I was cornered. Why am I the submissive one? One day I'll corner him out of the universe!

"You seemed rude and sassy at first but as I became friends with Anna, I got to know you from up close. You were so caring, kind and so pretty. I wished you were a girl. I was confused because I liked a guy and suddenly Anna confessed to me. Since you and Anna were identical twins, I thought she'd be just like you. But I was wrong.

I treated her the way I wanted to treat you but she just turned so snooty and contemptuous. She was nothing like you and I was annoyed at my decision. I wanted you not her but then I was stuck with her. I took it all out on other people and became a total asshole. You started moving away from me and I realised you hate me. I was really hurt and confused.

I thought if you hurt me then it's right to hurt you back. So, I did all that. I know, it was wrong but I still did it because I was jealous. Anna's friend told me she likes you and I hated it. I hate everyone who liked you or touched you.

I felt entitled that only I am allowed to like you. Or maybe I was arrogant that no one will like you if I don't. And you'll be lonely without me. I was a total jerk and I apologize for being such a bad person." He took a deep sigh,

"I talked to some people over the Internet and they told me I'm bisexual. That I swing both ways and I actually like you romantically. I know what I've done is unforgivable and I won't ask you to forgive me. You can hate me, it's okay. But, I won't give up on you," He smiled.

Okay.

He apologised.

But it's not over yet.

He needs to suffer too just like he made me suffer. Only then I'll forgive him when he apologises to me while laying at my feet! Wait a minute...

"Does that mean I'M THE ONE WHO MADE YOU GAY? I shouted.

"Yes, you are. So, take responsibility."

"BUT IT'S NOT MY MISTAKE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT!"

"You think I'm gonna give up on you? I told you—You are the one I love. Such an half assed rejection is not gonna affect me at all"

"Half assed?! Well excuse me—But you gave me an half assed confession so I won't call the queen of Britain for helping me reject you! What the frick do you want?!"

"All I want is you,"

"But I don't want you,"

"But I can make you want me,"

"Ha! In your dreams,"

"You're already mine in my dreams."

"Wait what?"

"You know what I'm wondering?" He leaned towards me. I could smell the scent of watermelons. So I guess, he wore a different lip balm today.

"Why are you honest with everyone but me?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You say you don't like me but," He moved my bangs away from my forehead and looked into my eyes,

"You don't mind it when I touch you...Why?"

"OF COURSE I MIND IT! GET OFF ME!" I tried to push him when he accidentally touched my ankle and I groaned with pain.

"Are you okay?"

"I'M NOT, YOU ASS! OW!" I brought my ankle closer to me and touched it.

"I thought it's just a little twist," He looked at my ankle. It had a small bruise on it.

"We need to get you to the nurse's office. Can you walk?"

"I don't think so,"

"Here, get on my back and I'll take you,"

I hesitated. I DID NOT want to touch him. But do I have any alternatives? I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up like a sack of potatoes on his back. It had stopped raining and he carefully walked on the grass to not step into any puddle. I looked at his nape. His wet hair was sticking to it. He really had good skin.

I hope doing that skincare helps me too. I slowly pressed my head on his shoulders and fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in the nurse's office.

I smelled of watermelons. I touched my jeans and found a watermelon flavoured lip balm.

That ass! He applied some weird shit on my lips again! I went back home. So, I got off from school for the next two days since my foot was recovering.

I decided to diet! I want to look good too. I'm only going to eat healthy!

"Kate! Let's go to Taco bell"

"Well, maybe some other day,"

"Kate?"

"Coming mom!"

I love Taco bell.

"SHUT UP!" Anna entered my room. Ever heard of privacy? Great. Now tell me, ever got that?

Yes bitch, we suck, both you and I.

"Why are you yelling?" I said it.

Yes me. Kate Roberts.

"Oh sorry. I got you a little something," Anna said.

"What?"

"Have you ever watched porn?" I choked.

"...No, I haven't,"

"Loser,"

My heart broke.

Give me support, guys!

Nah leave it, you behind a screen with your own pathetic life, losers!

"Why haven't you ever watched porn? Guys of your age usually hide porn magazines under their bed, but you only buy cooking magazines! ARE YOU MAD?!"

"Look, I THINK COOKING IS MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN PORN!"

I was spilling straight facts.

"YOU GONNA COOK SOMETHING AND STICK IT IN YOUR OWN ASS CAUSE NO ONE ELSE GONNA DO IT WITH YOU!"

"I'LL FIND SOMEONE!"

"YOU ARE SO GAY! YOU DIDN'T SAY THAT YOU'LL FUCK IT, YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED!"

"WHY WOULD I SAY I WANT TO FUCK FOOD?! THAT'S NOT EVEN A SEXUALITY—WHO DOES THAT?!"

She didn't say anything.

Hold on, ain't no thot fucking mah food.

"Don't worry, you don't have to fuck food anymore."

"I NEVER FUCKED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE! SHUT YOUR BITCH ASS UP!"

"I brought a little something for you."

"You got me a sex doll again? I don't want it."

"You don't need a sex doll. You need dick,"

"Oh, like you need boobs?"

"I HAVE GOT A LOT OF BOOBS!"

"...Okay,"

I thought they were just two but okay. We all learn something new everyday—Chill down, homies.

"SHUT UP!" She shouted.

"I literally didn't say anything,"

"Here you go," Anna passed a DVD to me.

"Watch it."

"What is it about?"

"It's porn,"

I opened my window and threw it out.

"I've got another one~"

"I DON'T WANT IT!"

"Aww, it's okay, Kate, don't be shy. Enjoy your youth, brother,"

"What youth? I died four hundred years ago," I looked at the DVD and threw it on my bed with the other stuff. It's time that I become a man. Anna was gone and my door was locked.

I looked at the DVD.

Yes!

But why the fuck would she bring me a DVD when there's truck loads of porn on the Internet. What an idiot, who pays for porn?

Guys, I can't do it.

Firstly, it's because you guys just don't leave me alone. I can't even shit without feeling that I'm monitored, forget masturbation. This book took away my privacy! You better vote for it!

Secondly, my dick doesn't seem to be ready for it. I looked inside my pants, "Yeah, no. You just rest, imma figure things out to be a man some other way." I consoled my dick and looked ahead.

"All I need right now is a man's body! Imma get myself some abs!" I ran out of my room and reached the halls. My ankle felt good so that was nice.

"Kate? Where are you going?" Mom was ready to go to Taco bell. I looked at her, it was the most serious I had ever looked because I was sacrificing Taco bell, "Oh you know, mom, just packing my stuff and moving to Mars already because I can't take this shit anymore," I closed the door as my mom was left behind, gaping at my magnanimous back.

I reached the playground and rushed towards the monkey bars. CALISTHENICS! I am going to train hard! I looked at the bars overhead. Why am I so short?! Never mind, I can still be strong and muscular!

"Okay, I've never done it but let's try" I jumped to reach the monkey bar. Then I tried to pull my body upwards, "UGH! THIS STUFF IS HARD!" Oh damn, I must be looking so cool! I tried harder and harder and harder. I felt a fart coming in my way but that didn't stop me. Even if I shit my pants, I'm not going to stop. Finally, I reached my chin to the bars, "I DID IT!"

My body was suddenly so light! Don't tell me I really shit my pants. I turned back to check and saw a guy holding me by my knees and picking me up. It was the same guy who made us win that football match!

"Hey," He smiled and I just looked at him.

"Excuse me dude, but I'm not a kid. Are you trying to be my father?" I said and farted. I did tell you I fart at the wrong times.

We didn't say anything. He coughed and left me. I slowly came down to the ground. I was so embarrassed. I turned red and looked at the ground.

"So, you like the bars?" He asked. I looked at him. Did he just ignore the fact that I farted on his face? What a nice guy!

"No, I don't like bars. I just want abs,"

"Oh? I can help you with that." I looked at his biceps.

No shit Sherlock.

-To be continued