March 15, 2019  1:00 pm

Why am I here? I’m sitting in this random-ass coffee shop waiting for a guy who I don’t even know that well. For some unknown reason, I agreed, probably because I knew I'd still be in debt if I didn’t and this was better than that. I ordered a caramel frap even though coffee makes me want to die. He said that we should meet at 1:00 but I was here earlier.

 Even though I don’t look like it, I have an extreme fear of being late for set times. Sure I may not care about the things I’m doing, school for example, but I was there on time. It’s always been like that, even when being on time didn’t matter. I’m sitting at a table next to a huge glass window. I see people walking by on the sidewalk.

 Then I see someone who looks like they’re sprinting, pushing past people. They stop at the entrance and I think I already know who it is, but what is this some kind of cheesy rom-com? Seems I guessed correctly, it was Andrew and he walked up to me smiling. His whole act is annoying. I don’t really like overly happy people and this guy is exactly why.

 He looks like he has no problems and seems to not care about anything around him. One of the types who live in the moment. He sits down, still smiling, and tilts his head again. 

“What are you, a dog?”

He looks up and smirks. “Sorry, I’m not into that type of thing” He is the only person I have ever seen who laughs this much at his own jokes. After he’s done laughing to himself he looks back at me. “I’m surprised you actually came here.”

“I keep my word.” In situations like this, I try to be as quiet as possible. A few hours is all it is, then this will be over and I’ll never have to see his stupid smile ever again. I’m not trying to be mean or anything, he’s the one who keeps finding me. I’ve been through this same process many times. I seem to attract straight boys who think they’re gay for a few minutes then change their minds. Every relationship I've ever been in ends the exact same. Straight boy hits on me, straight boy invites me out, me and straight boy date for a few weeks, straight boy breaks up with me. The first few times this happened it was really hard for me to deal with, but after that, I realized that I have no future in love. 

It doesn't bother me, not like I was trying in the first place. I don’t have 1, enough courage to confess to anyone, and 2, enough motivation to actually like and pursue someone. Straight boys are just after me because I’m the only openly gay kid at our school. None of this would’ve happened if that wasn't a factor. Andrew snaps his fingers in front of my face. 

“Hello?” 

“Ugh, sorry, what did you say?” he gives me a look that I don’t really know how to respond to. It was a mix of too many different emotions that I couldn’t comprehend. Ok, yeah, maybe in this situation I should be listening to him, but I really don’t feel like it. 

“You look like you really don’t want to be here,” He says with this kinda joking kinda serious tone.

“That’s cause I don’t”

“Wow, straight to the point, feelings officially hurt.” He says with an overly dramatic look on his face.

“I’m not here to be aware of your feelings” I close my eyes and take a sip of coffee

“Has anyone ever told you you’re really expressive?”

I roll my eyes and he laughs. “Alright, how much longer do I have to endure this, I have class at 2:00” 

“Endure?” He turned his head and smiled

“God, you’re just like a dog.”

“Would you like it more if I had a collar?” He smirks and pulls on his shirt collar.

“Would you like it more if I poured my coffee all over your face?”

“I know you would never do such a thing!”

“You’re right, it’s a waste of perfectly good coffee.”

I stand up, grab my coffee and walk out the door with Andrew quickly following behind. I check the time on my almost dead phone. I only have 10 minutes. I whip my head around to look at Andrew. He’s stopped in the doorway of the coffee shop holding his keys and smirking.

“Class at 2:00, right?”