Chapter 6. Hello, Hell! (Part 2)

~17.07.2013, 1.30 p.m., IVAN HENDRIK~

Holy fuck. Vegetarian, my ass. I don’t ever recall him being a vegetarian back in high school. But then again, I never saw what he ate back then. I was too busy kicking his leg so that he fell flat on the cafeteria floor. So, umm… what do vegetarians eat? Damned if I know. And he didn’t even tell me what the hell should I buy. Eggs? Do they eat eggs? How ‘bout fishes? Wait. Fishes are also considered as meats, right? Is it? Arghhh!! I could go crazy!

Just buy vegetables… Okay. I fill up my basket with potatoes, capsicums, onions, and asparagus. As I was about to head to the counter, I saw a very familiar figure that is standing near the fruits section only inches away from me. His dark red hair still looks the same as it was back in high school. “Michael?” I called out to him.

He seems surprised to be called by his name and turns to look at me. Instead of looking happy to see his old best friend, he seems panic at the sight of me. “I-Ivan? Wh-What are you d-doing here?” He asked, stuttering. I can sense something is wrong. Before I even manage to answer him, a blond-haired guy, who’s a bit skinny, and looks no more than he is 18, hugs Michael from behind him.

“Darling, I’ve found the ice-cream you’ve been looking for,” he informed Michael. Only seconds later that he noticed me. “Oh, who is this, Michael?” He asked, letting go of the hug. Michael seems to be struggling to speak.

So instead, I immediately put out my hand for a handshake towards the guy, smiling like I mean it, and introduce myself; “Ivan. Nice to meet you. I went to school with your Michael.”

“Hi. Wow. This is exciting. I’ve never met any of Michael’s friends before,” he informed. “I’m Alan,” he said, taking my hand into his and shakes it lightly. “I’m his partner,” he added.

Whoa… Should’ve guessed. Let’s see… “You’re his boyfriend?” I asked, trying to get a little more information. I acted normal, like I’ve already known of Michael’s sexuality. Well, I did know since a long time ago or so anyway, right?

“I was,” Alan said. “But we officially got married last night!” he informed, smiling happily. But Michael does not look so happy at the statement. He only fakes a smile, I notice. He’s trying very hard to cover his nervousness from Alan’s knowledge and he’s trying to guess my next reaction but I only appear to be calm and friendly.

Awkwardly, and hopefully Alan will not notice, I smile back at him, like I’m really happy to have heard the news. “Wow, congratulations!” I congratulated them. I also add a wide grin on my face to show how happy I am for them. Dear Michael, I am actually happy for you. You’re just too stupid and coward to not tell me the truth. So, fuck you! “Well, you know, I live just across the street. Do you guys wanna come over? My partner is cooking today,” I informed. Well Michael, it’s time to get even!

“Your partner?” Michael asked. That sure catches his attention, huh?

“Yeah. My boyfriend,” I told him and that just made Michael’s face gone all pale from the shock. God, that reaction was priceless! “We had just moved here. But I gotta tell you, he’s a vegetarian. Hope you guys don’t mind to have a taste of his cooking,” I said, all friendly like so much of a Stepford-Husband style! I think I’ll pass an acting class! Haha! And this way, I could get to Jeremy as well for being such an annoying ass. Michael could not utter a word. He’s in deep shock, I can tell. Well, I was a famous gay-bully, right? It’s no wonder he went dumb like this.

“Sure. We’d love that,” Alan is the one who agreed to my invitation. I smile widely at him. Yippy yea! My evil plan is in motion…

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~17.07.2013, 2.15 p.m., JEREMY JEFFERSON~

This. Can’t. Be. Happening.

This is just… No way…

God, dear Lord Jesus, No…

FUCK!!! Ivan must be one piece of a shit from hell! How can he do this?! The moment I opened the door, that stupid fuck kissed me on my lips! Holy shit! If all of my geek friends back at high school heard of this, they will jump down from a bridge, committing suicide, refusing to believe in reality because no way in hell would Ivan Hendrik, the high school hottest, most popular, piece of shit would kiss me! “The hell, Ivan?” I asked as I push him back. All I can see on his face is his laid-back smile and then he moves to the side for a little to show me two guys who were standing behind him.

I couldn’t move or even say a word at the sight of the red-haired hottie. Michael Thomas. Wait. This is not making any sense. Or does this make perfect sense? Hell if I know! Fuck you, Ivan. You brought hell into my life! Now, could this day get any better?

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