What I Wanted Ch. 1

Ok I’m 16, in the 8th grade. I’m 5’4″. Everyone calls me Tony, and knows I’m bi, so yeah. On to the story…

So there I was sitting in band class, watching as our instructor angrily walked out the band hall. Some of the kids were just being stupid, playing wrong notes and such. The class erupted into chatter as the door closed. I turned to my friend Desiree next to me.

“Let’s put our instruments up”, I said. “We only have like fifteen minutes left of school.”

“Alright.” We then proceeded to putting our trombones into our cases, people doing as we did.

As we finished we put our cases into the intrument room and sat back down. I stared at the cutest boy in the class, Joseph, my crush. But he’s in the 7th grade. So I felt like a perv.

“You should talk to him Tony”, Desiree said as she tapped my shoulder. “Stop watching from the distance and make a move.”

“Leave me alone. I mean he’s obviously straight. That’s why he hasn’t talked to me.”

“You never know unless you talk to him!”

“I’m the only open guy at the school! They should come to me”, I yelled sounding obnoxious, people turning to me for a brief moment. “I just don’t wanna drive him away.”

“You never knooow- Oh my gosh! He’s looking at you”, she gasped. 

“So?” I asked not looking, a hint of excitement in my voice.

“And he’s walking this way!” She finished. 

I figured she was kidding so I turned around, only to lock eyes with him.

“Hey”, he greeted.

I felt myself turning red. Oh man, I’ma make myself look like a idiot.

“I heard you yell something and was wondering if you were okay.”

Here was my crush talking to me for the first time, asking if I was okay. How sweet!… Shush, let me be. 

“Uhm yeah. Just disagreeing with Desiree”, I replied.

“Oh really?” He took a seat in front of me. “About what?”

Oh no, he wants to have a conversation. And I have to lie what I was yelling about! I was beginning to panick.

“Oh you don’t wanna know.” I said trying to change the subject. But he didn’t budge, he just sat there and smiled. “Are you sure?” He nodded. “Well…” I muttered trying to think of a lie. “She thinks she’s better than me at playing the trombone”, I lied.

“Oh, but you said they should come to you. What did that mean”, he asked obviously confused.

“Oh..