"Okay, that's all for today's class." Mrs. Kate, the science teacher said. "The class rep should bring the assignments to my office, I will grade it and return before my class tomorrow." She added before picking up her books walking out of the class.

The class turns rowdy almost the same time she stepped out of the class. I closed my book with a low sigh shoving them into my locker before I stood up walking out of the class.

The class for the day is over but I wasn't in a rush to leave school like I used to since I still have a place for me to be before I can finally get back to the comfort of my home.

I was never that type of boy who wanted to be known or drooled over by crush or just anyone in general. My life had always been an asocial one, and I had accepted it as such. Despite the glance and coos I do gets from students in the school hallway or the series of love letters been slipped into my locker.

I wasn't fazed by any of it.

It wasn't that I didn't like people; I just didn't feel comfortable around them. And I believes the two close friends I have are more than enough to stress out my life.

Despite my asocial tendencies, I managed to do well in school. I was a straight-A student, always sitting in the back row of the classroom, keeping my head down and staying out of everyone's way.

For me, staying invisible was the key to success.

No stress, no drama.

I had been forced to work as the basketball team assistant manager when the school had resumed for the new term. My homeroom teacher, Mr. Lance had suggested me to join one of the school club as it will help with my social skills after realising I only have two friends throughout my almost six years in the school.

Knowing there is no way I could refused that offer, I had reluctantly agreed to it so as not to be reported to my mom. She is the last person I want someone to complain about me to.

I had decided to work as the assistant manager instead of an actual player like it was initially suggested by the coach. He said I have the height and looks for being a basketball player, if that even makes sense.

I had stick to just being an assistant manager though has it saves me the stress of wanting to know all the players, getting along with then or interacting with anyone of them in general.

My job as an assistant manager required me to set up the court, keep the equipment in good condition, and assist the coaches during their sessions. The latter which I never do and I was always grateful the coach never for once force me to join them.

I kind of enjoyed my work, but I always kept to myself. I was just there to do my job and nothing more. And my friends to join me sometimes.

Being someone who doesn't want to be part of any social activities, working as an assistant manager to the basketball team doesn't help at all. Having to see lots of people from the team and trying my best to make small conversations with them when necessary every single day in school just wasn't my thing at all.

Reason I do came quite early to the court and finish my work before the team will be here for the practice. This is the only way I knows to save myself from having to start conversation with anyone of them before the practice session starts.

As I arrived at the basketball court, I could feel the familiar sense of peace wash over me. It was just me, the ball, and the hoop. I loved the sound of the ball bouncing on the court, the squeaking of sneakers on the polished floor, and the thudding of the ball as it hit the backboard.

I love basketball.

Technically, I loves watching basketball, I wouldn't mind playing one day, that's, if there is no one else but me and the ball or maybe my two friends.

I quickly gets to work in no time as I opens the court store room pushing out the ball racks into the court before removing any object that might seem like a threat for the players during practice.

I was done in no time, feeling hot and sweaty from walking all over the basketball court cleaning. I checked the time on my phone to see it's about time before the players starts arriving for the practice. I decided to take a quick shower to wash away the sweat on my body knowing I was still going to sweat more later when the practice begins.

Walking into the team locker room, I made to pull off my clothes and enter the shower when I stopped realising I wasn't the only one in the room judging from the soft whispers I could hear.

"..."

Putting back on my school uniform, I walked slowly towards the sound which is at the other side of the locker room. I frown on realising the source of the sound.

Two guys glued to eachother sucking on eachother's face as they have Sêx. The one at the receiving end, a slim blond boy sitting nakëd on the sink with his back against the bathroom mirror being sloppily kissed on the neck by the guy who was thrusting into him both trying their best not to make noise not even aware of the fact that someone is watching them.

I couldn't see the other boy's face because he had his back against me but I didn't need to guess much before I knew who the person was.

Feeling disgusted by the sight, not at the fact that they are having Sêx but the fact that they had decided to do that in an open place, not even bothering to lock the door knowing anyone could walk in at any time.

Not wanting to stay any longer than necessary in there with them, I turned away walking out of the locker room banging the door loud enough for them to hear so they could realised they had been caught having Sêx in a public place.

So annoying. How could they have Sêx in an open place like that? I fumed.

I walked out to see some players already at the court warming up. I kind of felt a bit thankful to the idiots inside they prevented me from taking my bath.

"Hey, is anyone in there?" One of the players on the court called at me as I looked up at him.

"..."

The player walks a bit closer, "you are coming from the locker room right? Is someone else in there? I was looking for my friend so I was wondering if he is in there."

I looked at the boy who was slightly taller than me, about four inches I guess. Most of the players were taller than him and it's kind of gets me intimidated sometimes since I was standing at 5'9 tall, pretty short to most of the guys in the basketball team.

Yes

"No" I replied, feeling bored and disinterested already. I plugged in my airpods into my ears listening to Chaotic by Tate McRae  while I walked away from him up the bleachers sitting up away from everyone.

This is where I seat, away from all of them when the practice starts and I have no plan on stopping that anytime soon.



I looked up just in time to see him walked into the basketball court.

Paxton Mckay

I did not know him but I had idea who he was. Judging from the way everyone talks about him, I already knew the type of person he was even without us saying a word to eachother before.

I watched as he walked to a fellow teammates of his who said something to him before they both looked towards my side making wondered what they were talking about that had made them looked my way.

Feeling a bit intimidated by their stares, I looked down at my hand pretending to be going through my phone whereas I was only swiping at the blank screen.

Even though I was someone who care less about interacting with people or caring to have a real conversation with them. I hates when people talks about me, or having idea people were discussing about me, it makes me nervous having to think of what they could probably be talking about regarding me.

I didn't have much time to react to them looking at me when I felt someone tapped me on my shoulder. I looked up. It was one of my bestfriend, Blake.

They smiled at me. "Hey."

"Hi" I replied them trying my best to get my mind off the two guys at the foot of the bleachers still probably talking about me.

Blake sat down beside me placing their bag down on their lap. "What's up? Something wrong?" I shaked my head. "Doesn't look like that though." Blake said.

"Are you sick or something?" Blake asked as they put their hand over my forehead. "You don't have body temperature."

I removes Blake's hand on my forehead placing it back on their lap. "I am fine Blake. Just a bit on the edge."

"If you say so." Blake nod their head as they looked away from me towards the basketball players who all seems ready to starts the practice now with the coach having some words with them.

"These guys are the collection of hot, handsome and cute altogether. Putting aside my stupid brother, I don't even know who is more goodlooking between them and the hockey team players. I literally can't choose." Blake said in a chitchat song making me to chuckles.

Blake is in the hockey team. And they are very good at it too. Them standing at 5'8 feet, they had been in the team since last year in junior high. I like them so much, it's surprising how I love their company and my second bestfriend Tobi's.

Maybe it's because bother aren't asocial like me yet they were still sticking with me till now. Sometimes I feel like I was tying them down. But they also have their ways of showing me they didn't feel the same way as me.

And the other things they didn't fail to show me is how they could both get when they talk about the school team players. Blake is someone that crushed on majorly on almost all of them at the same time. While Tobi just admire them for literally for their toned body, height and good looks.

"Now that you literally gets to meet these guys everyday, who knows, you might find someone you are interested in or someone interested in you." Blake said again turning to me after about a minutes of silence between us.

"I rather not." I said, deadpan.

I was not the relationship guy and Blake was aware of that too, that's why they tease me with it sometimes because they were worried I might end up being alone on the long run if I don't give relationship a try.

Blake Cohen is a wonderful person and an incredible friend of mine. We've been since my first year in this school. As a gender fluid person, Blake actively challenges societal norms and embraces their true self, which is incredibly admirable. Their friendship with me was firsthand and it's truly heartwarming. We've been friends for years, and Blake cares deeply about me, Tobi and everyone around them.

Blake is supportive and compassionate, always ready to lend an ear when someone needs to talk. Their kindness and empathy are truly unparalleled, and I believe that anyone who has crossed paths with Blake is lucky to have them in their lives.

But despite how much of a sweet and selfless girl they could be, they sometimes just make you feel so angry that you'd feel like knocking their head, pushing them down the drain or something along the line.

They have a way of teasing me with things I feel insecure about.

"Ugh, you are no fun, still. I really won't pity you if you ended up being a monk or something along the line" Blake said rolling their eyes at me.

I chuckles placing my head on their shoulder.  I really can't hate them though.

"I have nothing to worry about, I have you and Tobi as friends."

Blake pushed my head away from their shoulder turning to me. "We are your friends not lover Xavier. Are you really not going to date someone just because-"

"The match is beginning." I said cutting them off knowing I had to do that if I wants to stop the conversation they were about to starts.

Blake scoffs giving me a knowing look as they turned to the players on the court who started the game already.

"Watching hot guys is better than having this conversation with you anyway." Blake said giving me a side eye before turning their focus on the match going on giving it their full attention.

I smiled lowly appreciating they had decided to drop the conversation. I just wasn't ready for it yet.

Blake and Tobi, had tried coaxing me to give relationship another try but to no avail, I just wasn't ready to give love a try again knowing the type of person I was and what had happened the last time I had decided to do just that.

I just was not ready for that again.

Can't wait for today <3

That was the message I had received that morning attached with a jpeg of a guy, whose name I couldn't remember, clad in only a red lace panty which made me felt the hardness of my lower member as I bit down on my lower lip in anticipation.

It was the guy who sent the picture, I remembered giving him my number about a three days ago and we had decided to meet today after less than an hour of chatting.

I decided to skip my last class for the day and meet the blond boy in the basketball team locker room knowing fully well no one use except for the basketball players.

We had gotten straight to business as soon as we entered the locker room, I pushed the boy against the wall sucking on his neck as I used my hand to unbutton the boy's school uniform.

Successfully removing the hindrance in form of the school uniform, I stared down at the boy in front of him who was still in the red lace pant he had sent to me earlier this morning with lustful gaze. 

The boy, who seems to love the way I stares at him smirked as he approached me placing his hand on my school trouser wanting to unbuckled the belt but was stopped by me as I held his hand.

"It stays on." I said firmly. I was only here for a quickie, I don't see a reason why I should take off my clothes.

But you took off the boy's clothes though.

The thought came to my mind as I waved it off. He is mine for the moment. I should fully see what I am about to feast on though.

"Okay." The boy said. "I just want to see it."

"No rush boy, not only are you seeing it, you are going to feel it firm and hard too." I replied with a smirked before I placed my hands on the boy's neck pushing him back against the wall. I engulfed the boy's left ****** in my mouth while teasing him on his right ****** making the boy moans out.

I placed my left hand over the boy's mouth trying to muffled out his voice. "Keep it low. I haven't even started yet you are this in the mood." I said as the boy smiled.

"I am just excited for what's to come."

☘

I had stopped counting how many round we went already, but judging from the used condoms on the floor, I knew we had stayed more than necessary in here and needed to stop.

The blond guy reached his climax again clinging unto me so tight as he cums all over his chest staining me a little. Taking it as a sign to stop, I pulled away wanting to clean up the mess we made but was surprised when the boy pulled me back, starting stroke my  still rock hard lower member.

"Can we go one more time?" The boy said looking intently at me. I smirked carrying the boy up placing him on the bathroom sink making him to rest his back against the mirror on the wall before I entered him again.

I started biting down on the boy's neck making hickey's. I placed my hand over his mouth trying to stop him from making noise when we heard the locker room slammed shut jolting both of us away from eachother.

That really startled me. A bit nervous wondering who had seen us. If it's the coach, it's obvious that not only will I be removed from the school team, my studentship might also be at stake if he reported me to the school authorities.

Thankfully I was still clad in my school uniform as I slipped back my manhood into my trouser as I walked towards the door to see who it was but didn't see anyone.

I realised we had forgotten to lock the door when we entered which had given whoever that was access to enter the locker room. But I really wasn't expecting anyone to walk in here that soon.

Locking the door behind which we had both forgotten to when we first walked in, I walked back to see the boy, now fully clad in his school uniform looking scared and nervous. "W-who is it?" He asked fidgety, trembling with fear, making me felt amused wondering if he was the same boy who was so bold enough to tell us to continue going rounds when I wanted to stop earlier.

"I saw no one. Probably not someone to worry about. Let's take our bath and leave." I said trying to calm the scared looking boy down.

"I-I think I will just leave. Thanks for today. Can we get to see again?"

I don't think so.

"Maybe." I said forcing a smile.

I wondered why they do ask that when they all knew it's always a one time thing.

Maybe to try their luck.

The boy smiled as he made to kiss me but I was fast to moved my head away making the kiss to land on my cheek instead. The boy doesn't seem to mind that as he smiled rushing out of the room while I rubbed away his kiss from my face feeling disgusted.

It sometimes surprised me why I hate kisses so much when I don't mind fûcking anyone I came across, whether knowing them or not.

I guess both are totally different after all.

I sighed turning towards the mirror to stare at myself. Running my hand into my sweat-damped hair, I picked up my school tie which had fell down during the event that had taken hold minutes back as I walked towards my locker to pick up my towel and take my bath.

✿

Now clad in my sportswear, I finished tying up his sneakers as he walked out of the locker room which is now filled up with other players who are changing as I entered the basketball court room making a mental note not to ever choose the locker room as a place to have sëx next time.

I sight my closest friend who was sitting on the lower bleachers typing into his phone smiling at whatever the ***** he is chatting with is telling him.

I knew he was in a relationship. Even though he never introduced me to her. When ever I question him about making us to meet. He always find an excuse not to let us meet and I stopped requesting to meet her after a long try.

I just don't understood why he won't let me meet her though.

"Dixon"

Dixom looked up as he sight me as he stood up putting his phone into the pocket of the hoodie he had on. "Hey, Paxton, what's up? Where have you been? Didn't see you in the last class."

"Yeah, had something to do."

"Something to do..like? The regular?" Dixon asked with a knowing smirk.

I returned the smirk as he punched my arm softly on his arm. "You player. You skipped class again to **** someone."

"I couldn't resist it" He was too sexy in those thongs.

"Where?"

"The locker room."

"Moly shit! That's crazy! Why will you pick that place? Wait–you were in the locker room?"

"Yeah" I replied as I started stretching myself getting ready for the practice.

"But the guy said earlier no one was inside." I stopped stretching on hearing what Dixon said. "Which guy?"

"The assistant manager."

"We have an assistant manager?" I asked a bit confused.

The look Dixon gave me almost made me laugh if not for the fact that I am asking an important question and not in the mood to smile. Dixon had met the person that entered the locker room earlier and might or might not see us. And I will be picking the first. He definitely saw us judging with the way he had barged the door closed when leaving.

"What the heck man? You are the captain and had no idea we have an assistant manager."

"Not really, I once heard the coach talked about him but I don't think I have seen him yet."

I wasn't lying. I did heard once about the supposed assistant manager but never gets to meet him before. I wasn't around on the supposed day he was introduced to the team and I don't think I have seen him before afterwards.

"That's because he doesn't talk to anyone here. He comes very early to do his job and stay away from us too." Dixon explained turning up towards the bleachers. "Oh, there he is. That guy sitting alone at the right top"

I looked up solely at the auburn hair guy who seems to realized we were looking at him as he stares back at us too–for a when before looking away. I was surprised though,  the fact that I haven't noticed this guy before despite the fact that the boy was the type of guy that interest him the most.

The cute, innocent looking type of guy.

"You sure he was the one who you saw earlier.?" I asked still looking at the boy whose gaze was now on a girl who had sat down beside him.

"Ofcourse, he was the one. I recognized him easily because I have seen him around, quite a lots of times, wait–if he was coming out of there earlier, does that mean he saw you with whoever you are with in there?" Dixon asked looking a bit shocked.

"I don't think so. We stopped much earlier than you think." I lied, not wanting to tell him the truth.

Even though I was okay telling my friends about my sëx life and the people I had it with, that was just because it wasn't really a secret and people always figured it out by themselves even if I didn't say anything. But that doesn't mean I really was that comfortable with talking about somethings.

"Well that's good, maybe he really wasn't lying about not seeing you then." Dixon said as I nodded my head looking at the supposed assistant manager who now had his head on the girl sitting beside him shoulder.

No, he did saw us. "Yeah. He didn't"

"Alright boys, can we all gather around and do a few warm up before the practice starts.  Thirty pushups each." The coach said clapping his hand as he tried to get the attentions of all of us the players as I and others walked towards him to get to practice.

✿

The practice was over in about three hours time as all players starts walking out of the court probably to the locker room to clean up and change out of their sweaty outfits.

I couldn't help but noticed the boy earlier walking down the bleachers with his friend as they walked towards the court picking up the balls scattered all over putting it back into the ball rack.

"Come on let's go. Don't forget we are going to Jay's birthday party from here." Dixon said patting my shoulders as I nodded looking away from the boy whose name I still haven't figured out as I picked up my face towel and phone walking out of the court with others.

Even though I really wasn't that worried anymore knowing the boy was the one who had seen me earlier and not someone more important, I couldn't deny the fact that my thoughts still lingered on the boy feeling uneasy knowing he had caught me in the locker room having sëx with another boy.

I hates feeling this way.

Vulnerable.

"Will there be alcohol? I feel like drinking this night." I asked Dixon as we both entered the locker room.

"Sure, I think so we could get some if there isn't."

"Hey, Dixon. Thank goodness you are still here."

We heard Jay's voice as we turned to him. "Hey, what's up birthday boy? We were just talking about you and the party. Hoping it did be lit though."

"The main reason I am here to see you." Jay replied, me sensing a bit of nervousness laying with his tone.

"Can we do the party at your place instead?"

I had followed Blake back to their house. We had this routine we follow anytime test or exam approaches. We create time two days a week to have a group reading at eachother's house. And it was Blake's house today.

Tobi had texted he will meet us there. He wasn't in school today because his mom was sick and no one to help with the shop since he was the only child of his family. His dad works outside of the city so he had no choice to stay back and be with her.

We had arrived at their house to meet it so quiet meaning their brother is not home. Being the fact that they and their brother are the only one who stays alone in the house with their parents somewhere, anywhere, probably basking in the essence of their wealth. They were never home, I could actually count the number of times I had seen their parents in the last two years. Even though Blake never complains, I couldn't help but noticed how much they long for their parents presence sometimes.

"You can go to my room first. I will get us some fruits and snacks we can feast on while reading." Blake said stretching their bag to me. "Help me with it upstairs." I nodded my head collecting the bag as I walked up the staircase to their room.

Blake's room is something I will describe as wonderland with it having the mixture of both gothic and bright pastel style. The bed being a dark color with a print of a skeleton head which apparently was smoking embedded all over the bedsheets. The room was painted in a mixture of pastel pink and light blue and the wallpapers pasted on it ranging from pictures of some disney princess, I recognized the Tinkerbell and Ariel though to some old rock bands pictures, I recognize the Nirvana's own and other dark and light aesthetics.

I guess this was why I do call their room wonderland since I can seem to understand why they did decided to juggled up two opposite themes together. They kind of seem a bit aesthetic at a side but to me, it's seems really strange and weird to me.

But who am I to judge?

I dropped Blake's bag on the study table in their room as I went to sit down on the bed bringing out my books and pen getting ready for the study session.

The door to the room opens revealing Blake and Tobi. The first having two large bags of doritos and lays in their hand while the latter is holding a plate of sliced apples and bottle water.

I think I forgot to state the fact that we all can't read without having something to snack on. I guess this is what keeps us from getting distracted or starts talking to eachother when reading.

"Sup bro" Tobi said as he drops the bottle water on the bed before bumping fist with me. "Hi, how is auntie's health?"

"She is good. Was sleeping when I left for here." I nod as I cleared the bed for Blake to sit down. We all began studying in no time.



We barely studied for two hours when the sound of the sudden music blasting from downstairs caught our attention as we looked up almost at the same time. We could hear loud voices of several other people too.

We don't need to guess before we know who it was.

Connor. He is Blake's twin brother. And they are the first set of twins I had seen in my entire seventeen years of life that hated eachother's to the gut. They both can't stand the sight of eachother for barely a minute without throwing insults or sometimes curse at each other. I had no idea how they ended up being this way with eachother but ever since I know Blake, they had been like that with their brother.

I and Tobi once asked them about it though and they had said their brother is an asshole who shouldn't have existed in this world as he was one of the people who made it seems worst.

Blake groaned loudly seething with annoyance as they stood up from the bed putting on their slip on. "Is he crazy? What the **** is even wrong with him?"

Blake cursed as they stormed out of the room probably to eat their brother's head out. Tobi chuckles as he also rushed out of the after them obviously to go and witness the fight between the two siblings as he also found it surprising how those twins could hate themselves so much.

I sighed as clicked my tongue against my upper teeth resting my head against the piles of pillows on the bed. Knowing what the starts of the music meant. Party. Which means lots of people will be downstairs already, and lots of people, I hate being around them.

I was in no mood to leave the comfort of the room to go witness whatever was about to unfold downstairs.

I heard the music been turned off and on for about three four times before the door to the room was barged opened again. Revealing my two friends that had left about five minutes ago earlier.

"What's wrong?" I asked noticed the hurt looks on Blake. They felt like they were about to cry.

"Let's get out of here." They mubbles as they starts packing up their books shoving them into their school bag.

"Yeah, we can go to my place or yours." Tobi added as I sat up. Not wanting to ask any questions regarding the situation, I stood up from the bed as I packed up my books too.

All of us walking out of the room downstairs.

"And here I was about asking where the last of them was almost forgetting he is the hermit among the three of them. The almighty Xavier who believes he was so high enough to talk to just anyone" Connor said in a singsong tone raising up his arms in an introductory manners as we walked down the stairs.

"What a bunch of freaks!" He added as I saw Tobi tightened his fist trying his best to ignore him as we all walked towards the door. He was obviously angry but I wasn't fazed though.

This wasn't the first time he had said such demeaning and hateful words towards me, Tobi and his sister. He apparently just hates the fact that we three are friends and I had no idea why.

"She is probably sucking their dicks off or something. Maybe the twink also is sucking the hermit off too or something." He yelled after us as I froze on my spot.

Not only was he disrespecting his sister's pronoun, he was making false claim about us when the majority of the people in the room were from the school. Him saying something like this so nonchalantly not fearing it might arise some fake rumors about me and my friends really annoyed me.

I turned towards him, looking right at the people in the room for the first time. Just the regular bunch of hormonal kids who were smoking and grinding against eachother while some who seems to be interested in what's going on pays full attention to us. I tore my gaze away from them back to him. He had this amused look on his face I was tear away with loads of punch.

"Oh my, did I struck a nerve or something? Were you really dicking her and the burnt twink?" Connor asked laughing all alone to his gut wrecking comments others not finding what he said funny as they all looked seems a little bit too uncomfortable with the situation which kind of make me feel a bit better knowing not everyone is sick in the head like him.

"They"

"What?" Connor asked a bit confused before realising what I meant as he scoffs puffing from the small shisha pipe in his hand before working towards me. "Are you also about to teach me what pronouns are? Like I was born today or something" He said making me figured Tobi probably also tried to correct him earlier when they had came downstairs.

"They, them. I don't think you understood those pronouns well actually, because if you do, you would have used them appropriately. Maybe you were born today after all."

My comments seems to annoyed him more when few of the students here for the party laughs at my replied.

Connor seethed with anger as he made to hit me but stops when he saw how unmoved I was with his actions. He is obviously taller than me but that doesn't mean I was short. I am on the leaner side to him also still a bit muscular. And him noticing how ready I was for the moment he knew I wasn't going to back down off if he dares to hit me. I might had well make his face bloody like I had always wanted to.

"You know what? **** you! I don't even know why I was wasting my time on you anyway. You don't deserve my time at all." He said as he backed off walking away from me.

I may be socially awkward but that doesn't mean I can't talk when I needed to and that also doesn't mean I can't stand up for me and my friends when necessary. I won't really call myself asocial as people do call me as I actually don't have problems talking to people, I just am not in the mood for it and I love my crowds small anyway. I hate parties like this filled with people who had nothing to think about than who to take home with them and have sex with.

I may not move with the school popular clinks but that doesn't stop me from getting any attention. Me been someone with the good looks and athletic body like some people had said, I had been asked out occasionally by different students, both gender and scouted to join teams by some of the school coaches which I had all turned down.

Maybe this is one of the reasons why Connor hated me too. Blake once told me one of his ex girlfriends had once broke things off with him to ask me out and I am sure he still harbors hatred for me because of that.

"Well then, I guess we both finally agreed on something. I didn't want to waste my precious time on someone like you too anyway." I replied as I felt someone tugged my shirt. I turned to see Blake standing beside me.

"Ignore him. Let's go." They said looking hurts as I sighed nodding before walking out of the room with my arms around her shoulder.

"Thank you. Thank you both for standing up for me." Blake said few minutes into the ride-cycling.

We were all cycling to my house. We decided to go to mine as to not disturb Tobi's mom who was just getting better.

"Sorry to say but your twin brother is one heck of a motherfucking piece of trash...if that makes sense" Tobi replied as Blake chuckles. The pain and hurt for being looked down upon by their twin brother still lacing in their eyes. They really was hurt by all what he had said but had decided to hide it behind those forced smiles.

Maybe it's because I don't have much people to pay attention to everyday. I always find ways to decipher my friends true feelings no matter how much they tried to hide it.

"Tobi is right about that though. Don't let his words affect you. He doesn't know your worth at all."

I wondered how someone will hate one of the sweetest human being on earth, like are they out of their mind or something along the line?

"And that's why I have you too. You guys are more than enough."

Wanting to change the topic on their annoying brother, I pedalled fast on my bicycle as I said a bit loudly. "The first person to reach my house gets to eat all mom's cookies."

"You cheat!" Tobi yelled

"That dessert is mine!" Blake shouted afterwards as I heard both of them pedalling fast towards me making me chuckles.

Who could ever resist the taste of mom's food though?