She gives me an unimpressed glare and I hurry past her, trying my best to avoid eye contact. As I settle into my seat and give a few smiles to the girls wanting my attention, a thought occurs to me. Milo said something about spilling the tea and the whole car ride to school, absolutely no tea got spilled. I wonder if it had anything to do with his comment before I got out of the car.
Glancing up at the teacher to find her attention immersed in the papers on her desk, I quickly dive into my bra and pull my phone out. I hide it under my desk and I glance down at it, knowing that Milo would be just pulling up to school now.
Ocean - You didn’t spill any tea.
Milo - Because it was the Ocean show this morning. Ocean this, Ocean that. Does anyone else even exist in your world?
I roll my eyes and decided to play along.
Ocean - Nope. No room for anyone else when I shine so brightly.
Ocean -Also, you’re a bitch!
Milo - Ha. Ha.
Ocean - Spill the tea already! What’s been going on? Did someone get caught sucking off Dean Simmons? I bet it was you, wasn’t it? God, you’re such a dirty little whore!
Milo - Bitch, do you want the tea or not?
I laugh to myself and quickly flick my eyes to the teacher, making sure I haven’t been sprung using my phone.
Ocean - Fine.
I wait an agonizing three minutes before his text finally comes through and when it does, I realize that he had to really scrounge up the balls to actually hit send on this one.
Milo - I may have let my gay flag fly yesterday and fucked a guy under the bleachers while the rest of the school did a fire drill.
My eyes bug out of my head and I throw myself to my feet. “THE FUCK?” I screech before snapping my head up and coming face to face with my teacher then instantly regret it as the pain shoots through the back of my neck. “Oh, umm … sorry,” I say with a cringe, trying my hardest not to grab hold of my bandage to try and relieve the pain. “I just realized that I left my English essay on my desk at home.”
Her glare somehow becomes sharper before she lets out a heavy sigh and it’s clear as day that she doesn’t believe a word I say, but she’s not prepared to put up a fight. “Go to the student office and request to put in a call to have it delivered.”
I nod and grab my things before darting out of the classroom, knowing damn well that my English essay isn’t due until next week but she doesn’t need to know that. I take off down the hall before slipping into an empty classroom.
I perch myself against one of the desks and pull my phone back out, wishing I could call him and demand answers but knowing that I can’t because he’s in school.
Ocean - UMMMM…. WHAT??????? That’s not spilling the fucking tea. That’s giving me a goddamn drop. SPILL THE FUCKING TEA, MILO!!!! WHO’D YOU FUCK????
Milo - …..
Ocean - No. Don’t you dare do this to me.
Milo - I’m sorry. I can’t say. He’s not … I don’t know. Saying will cause problems and it’s still new. I gave him my word and I really don’t want to fuck this up. I kinda like this guy but I promise, as soon as I can tell you, I will.
A loud, frustrated groan tears from deep within me, and I sound like a toddler throwing a tantrum. I wonder if I could hold him down and force it out of him, but that fucker would just overpower me and with my neck hurting so bad, I’d get absolutely nowhere.
Damn it!
Ocean - I hate you.
Milo - Fucking love you too, bitch.
Realizing that for Milo to not even budge on the topic means that he truly must like this guy, I let it go. He’ll tell me when he’s ready and until then, I just have to be patient. I don’t want to be the reason to screw up something good. Who knows, maybe Milo just found the love of his life, or maybe he just found the guy who’s going to break his heart for the first time. Either way, it’s not my business to be getting involved.
Though I guess that means that the Jess and Milo show is well and truly over now. She came to terms with it after Milo finally came out to our small group but she still hurts. She was really falling for him and I kinda hate myself for allowing it to happen.
The bell rings, indicating the start of the first period, so I slip my phone away and trudge out of the empty classroom, not wanting to be caught in here.