chapter 6 - paolo 3

Chapter VI
Paolo
Roger Nitts Senior High School’s theater, January 7th, 9.23 pm

He’s majestic when he does his thing. I can’t stop looking at him now that he’s on stage. I can see how he looks at me now and then, my heart warms up like crazy. He’s mad at me, but also confused. He’s probably thinking: “Why the fuck is he not leaving me alone?”. If he only knew… well, I don’t know either. To be fair, I could get rejected. But this fog of misunderstanding is about to suffocate me.
Trevor’s eyes cover all the audience, even while he’s performing his lines. There are not many people attending, considering the fact that this play was a big hit last year. Our school won awards for it and shit, it’s good.
I turn around when I hear some people gently laughing in the distance: it’s Jonah, two other guys and a girl walking towards the seats. He has this evil look on his face, but when he catches me glancing at him, he smiles and nods.
We have never really been friends, he had this crush on me for ages, but he’s one of those very snakey and fake guys in the Debate Club. He could sell ice to penguins, he knows how to beat around the bush… he wants to study Politics – of course – and his millionaire daddy is gonna get him admitted to Harvard or another Ivy – of course, part 2.
So, from what I know, the tea is: Jonah liked me and many other guys in school, Trevor included. He changes crushes every week. He and Trevor met at a party (by the way, I was there too) and they started having an affair for some months. Then, Jonah got his parents to meet him and it went very well. If we count Jonah's parents are disgustingly rich and pretentious, it was a surprise for everyone. After around two weeks from their meeting, there was this rumor going around about Jonah kissing this Ben guy back in a gay club in New York, and Trevor freaked out. They broke up.
From the way Jonah’s looking at me, it seems like he found his prey of the night.
It’s not like he’s bad looking: he’s super pale, which is in the top ten features of my dream boy list. Huge shoulders and nice, round ass. Like, not bad, you know. His eyebrows are way too defined; they make his tiny dark-brown eyes look even smaller. And he always wears the Debate Club’s polo. He’s so convinced that sports and arts aren’t cool anymore and that Debate is where the shit happens.
Is he right? How the hell would I know! I can’t even spell my name properly without my accent getting in the way, I don’t care about debating about the issues of nowadays’ society. I’m in high school, I want to have fun and give zero fucks about who’s cool and who’s not. That’s why I’m about to ask Trevor out. Like, I’m going straight to his face and be like…
“Yo, wanna go out after the play?” Jonah whispers in my ear, each of his hands on each of my shoulders.
“You’re cold” I answer, without even turning around.
“And you’re hot.”
I simulate a retch, disgusted by one of the shittiest pick-up lines anyone has ever dedicated to me: “Weren’t you the good one with words?”
He laughs and I can see Trevor threatening to kill us both with a simple look. He 100% thinks I’m messing around with him and that I got help from his ex to humiliate him or something.
I decide to stand up and sit closer to the stage, but I can’t even make a step forward that people start to applaud. The show is over. And honestly, finally. My dick has been hard since Trevor stepped on stage and I can’t wait to deal with it. The cherry on top is when Trevor bows with the rest of the cast and his little pot belly forms in his white shirt covered in what seems like ketchup.
I stand there in the middle of the seats and start clapping with this stupid, huge smile on my face. Hopefully my cock is not hard enough to be noticed, it would be embarrassing. And I had enough embarrassing shit happening in the last couple of weeks.
So, I start walking towards the stage when someone grabs my arm. It’s Jonah, a-fuckin’-gain.
He winks at me: “Me and the guys are going to get some drinks. Wanna come?”
Sometimes I feel like Jonah might be a vampire or something. He’s charming, but like… in an old-fashioned kind of way. And his way of hitting on me reminds me of the way Sims flirt. Mechanical, doll-like. Just no.
“Jonah, you’re really nice and I’d love to come, but-“
“Then, come!”
I look at my shoes, a bit nervous: “I can’t. I need to get home to my parents or they’ll get mad. I’ve been skipping dinner with them for so many weeks, they’re furious.”
I put a laugh here and there, just to not make the excuse sound too obvious: “It’s an Italian thing, you know?”
After using the Italian card, he lets me go and we arrange a pizza for this weekend. I said yes just to lead the ***er on, but it will become a no in a few days.
I approach the stage and I see this girl, still dressed up as a tree.
“Hi, do you know where I can find Trevor?”
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. Gurl, she mad: “Can you leave him the fuck alone?”
“I wanna talk to him.”
Some other girls storm around this alpha woman, ready to attack me.
“You’re being such a dick. Leave the guy alone, would you?” one of them says, super livid.
Rumors fly very fast in this school and it’s awful how I’m suddenly the fat-shaming bully. Ah, the irony of this dynamic.
“Listen, I’m just asking where he is, if you’re not gonna help then fuck you.”
Then, I turn around and there I find the main bitch itself: Trevor is scanning me up and down with a judgmental look that kicks my ass in a millisecond.
“What do you want?” he says, annoyed as fuck too. All these people are so mad at me, they’re overreacting, but meh, they’re actors, isn’t dramatizing shit their job?
I can’t even be angry at him. He looks a bit sweaty, with his red chubby cheeks and a buttoned shirt that outlines perfectly the new flab on his abdomen. I surprisingly can stop to check his body out and just focus for a second.
“I want to ask you out.”
Silence hits the room like the iceberg hit the Titanic.
“Paolo, can you just-“
“No, I’m serious. I don’t even care what people think I’m doing. I want to have a date with you.”
I turn around just to look at Trevor’s girlfriends. They’re so surprised.
“Let’s go to a good pizza place and let’s talk this out. Please.”
Trevor fixes his shirt, as if it was snug. My dick is crying so hard right now.
After a little pause, Trevor takes a big breath.
“Paolo. Honestly, get lost.”








Author 's note:
Yo yo yo, I’ve been dreaming number 22 for so long and I checked it on Google and It means creation of something. I guess it was a sign to go ahead with this story. Please please please tell me what you’d like to see, I know it’s pretty soon to get to the super naughty stuff but I can surely write down some ideas you might have xx
Sorry I disappeared for like 4 months, but hey, quarantine is a bitch and I’m stuck in my house so I should be able to update this story more quickly than usual!