I felt like I was lying to myself. Day and night I felt like I was pretending to be someone else. When I woke up in the morning and went to university. I played football for the uni team and I was even the captain. I dated the head cheerleader for a few months until I couldn't take anymore of the constant chatter about dresses and 'girl problems'.
I now found myself sat with a glass of beer in hand. Several girls had made their approach at me but I brushed them aside with a small smile and a few easy words. They lost interest when they realised I wasn't gonna buy them a drink. Suddenly someone slips into the seat next to me. "Can I buy you a drink, cute stuff?"
I look over and find myself knocked short by the guys looks. Which causes me to find myself staring. "Um, sure" I say bemused by his straight forward attitude.
"What's your poison?"
"Beer" I whisper unable to meet this gorgeous guys gaze. He gets me a beer and I shift nervously finally gazing up at him captured by his eyes.
"What's your name?"
"Jhoa" I mutter blushing.
"And what's yours?" I ask leaning forward so he can she the murky blue eyes hidden under my mop of muddy blond hair.
"Wouldn't you like to know" he says with a smirk.
I get off my stool and begin walking away. "I don't hang with people who wont tell me there name" he calls over his shoulder.
"Why should it matter now? You won't be screaming it til later"
I stop short but doesn't and turns to look at him. "What makes you think that?" I say. "How do you know if I'm not gay?"
"I won't know unless I try. That and the fact that you blushed when I asked your name" he says. I bite my lip and then tell myself off stopping.
"Well, I have a class tomorrow. I should be getting home" I say tilting my head.
"Not so fast" he says sliding an arm around my waist. I gasp and find my breathing increased. No I can't do this. It's not me... But it is. "Come have some fun with me" he whispers it into my ear.
"I need to get home" I stutter but I feel myself falling deep deep down.