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Just remember not to look at him, remember not to look at him. I told myself as I was walking along. He was walking my direction and I clearly don't want to see him. 

As we gotten closer to each other, we made eye contact. Dammit! I told myself not to look at him! He smiled at me and touched my shoulder. 

I admit it was my own fault because of me talking to loud. 

I usually like girls but, on instagram I saw this guy that I have seen last year. He was cute and I started to have the feelings I get when I get around or see a girl. 

I was in English class and decided to tell a friend, he's not close but, he's gay so he can understand what I'm going through. 

Well while I was telling him, He showed up out of nowhere and was like, 'Jordan your gay?' Thank god the bitch whispered because we were in a big classroom with a lot of loud ass people that tell everyone anything they hear. 

And so my friend and him knows that I like that guy. 

I headed to class and sat in my seat, and since I sit in the front! I can't get on my phone. And someone keeps kiking me. Gosh, I wonder who it is? I took the chance and went to look who it was. 

. . . Why the hell is Jackson texting me?! Fuck, is he going to try to blackmail me through text? More importantly. . . How did he get my username?! 

Hey, I got your kik from someone you know, don't wanna tell you who, you might get mad at them. The first message read. I wonder who freaking gave it to him?!

I smiled at you, I know you saw. But anyway, I just want to ask you if you wanted to come to my house? I barely know the guy, why would I want to go to his house?! Lord let me pay attention to my teacher before he ask me a question I do not know.

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"Hey Jordan, I know you read my message, why you didn't respond?" Jackson came up to my table during lunch.

"I'm in the front. I can't just text you." I responded. Me and my friend was at a small round table, the one who I told that I had feelings for another guy. 

"So why you didn't text now?"

I pointed to my food. "I'm enjoying lunch." 

"Well since I'm here, you can answer my question."

"No." I gave it no thought. "I don't know you like that. We aren't friends. We aren't aquantances."

"Well we can become that. . . At first." He pestered on. 

"Whatever you say." 

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I'm a quiet guy, never really speak to people and That's alright. . . But how am I going to talk to the guy I like?!

I was drying my hair with a towel after I took my shower. I sat on my bed with my phone and went to stock his Instagram. Damn he's cute, what should I say? He posted this one twenty minutes ago. 'Awesome pic dude.' No. . . Shit if we were both girls it would be much easier, it will sound more like a comments than me hitting on him. 

While I was trying to find words to say, I got a notification. Damn. Jackson again. "Hey."

I didn't even open it and thirty seconds later he texted again.

"I want to get straight to the point. . . I want to date you and I know you won't tell everyone because you are a quiet person. Come over to my house tomorrow."

What the heck is his deal?! I don't just do things with a person I don't know, but he is attractive. Man, I feel like I don't have feelings towards a girl nomore. But who cares if no one finds out?

I opened the app and started to text back. 'Why are you interested in me?' I texted.

And a second later it read R. "Because you are cute, that's really obvious. I hear all these girls talking about how you are cute and that they were going to ask you out. Then I started to notice you."

I read it and didn't have anything to say. If he doesn't spread anything around then I will date him. But what about the guy on Instagram? I'll get to see him next year. He posted it on his page. 

And I don't know if he's even gay or not. A freaking struggle!

"Hello?"

'We can try it out. . . And I'll go to your house tomorrow. I got to go to bed I'll see you tomorrow.'

"Really?! Okay goodnight bae."

I noticed that my ass weren't even dressed yet. I quickly got dressed and prepared for bed. And I kept thinking of how tomorrow will turn out. What will he try to do??? Is he going to make a move on me? I won't mind if we makeout at all, I need experience on that shit. 

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"I'm sorry. . . I came early." I said walking in to his. . . Mansion?! "You live here?!"

"Yeah, by myself. I'm really lonely here that's why I wanted you to come."

"I thought it was because you like me."

Yeah of course, that too."

I looked around. A mansion here? In this small town? I must be dreaming. And why are there so many butler's in one room?! Wake up wake up! 

Jackson grabbed my hand and pulled me onto a skateboard that just appeared. 

I just kept quiet and just let my dream lead the way. I can't control this shit! For some odd reason the Aladdin song came on and he was singing it. So basicly the skateboard is a fucking carpet???

We hit a dead end and got off, there was a door way and he unlocked it with weird looking key. It's really suspicious that there will be a door right here. 

He opened it and he started to lead down the staircase. He stopped where the first part of stairs ended. 

"I can't just have sex with you anywhere. This is the safest place. The butlers and maids have eyes and ears. . ."

"And mouth and nose." I sung. 

"I'm serious! They will tell my parents and I will move far far away. I don't want that to happen!!!"

Why can't I have serious dreams? "Okay? So why the basement? Why not your room or bathroom?"

"They have ears. . ."

"And eyes, nose, and mouth." I started to laugh really loudly.

"Yes exactly."

I hit my head and didn't say anything else. 

"I want to kiss you and pull your hair while my other hand is somewhere that all guys what someone to touch."

"Uhhh. . . Okay? Well, um, whatever you say."

"I just need my lovers permission."

What is this. . . The Renaissance and he's Shakespeare? "I don't care."

"I will please you dearly."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Thank god! That dream was retarded as fuck. Man if he acts like that when I get to his house I'm leaving. 

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"What?!" My friend started to laugh his ass off. 

"Damn shut up, everyone's looking."

"Okay, Okay." He wiped the fake tear off his face. 

I looked over in the corner of my eyes and I saw Jackson walking towards us. 

"Hey what's up?"

"Bwah!!!" My friend took one look at him and started to laugh again.

"Shut up." I said through clinched teeth.

"I- I can't!"

"What is he laughing about?" Jackson asked. 

"Oh nothing."

"It looks like it's something." He sat beside me and laid his head on my shoulder. 

"We are at school."

"So?" He rubbed my arm. "The hell they gonna do?"

"They are going to say a bunch of shit." I could already see people stating at us. 

"At least the both of you are not riding down the hallway with a skateboard." My friend jumped it. He is still laughing at my dream. 

"Oh my god shut up!" I pushed him out the seat.

"Class! Quiet down, you are getting way too loud." My teacher told us. "And telling by this noise I guess you all are finished with the project?"

"No!!!" We all said as a class. I didn't even start. I've been telling my friend about my dream this whole time. 

"Are you ready to come to my house? My parents are home but we can just hang out in my room."

"Do you have a basement at the end of the hallway Shakespeare?" My friend got back in his seat and I wanted to push him off again.

"No?" Jackson responded confused. "What's this about a basement Jordan?"

"Oh I just had a dream about some dude in a basement." I joked off. 

"Okay? Well I need to get back to my seat, this project is due at the end of the class."

"Okay." He walked off and I turned straight to my friend. "Really? Can't play it cool?"

"No. It was way too funny to pass up."

"Ugh, it was really awkward."

"Not as awkward as owning a mansion in this fucking small town."

"Are you seriously going to use everything from my dream?!"

"I would be lying if I said no."

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WELL I GOTTA GO!!!!!

BYE!!!!!! 

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