They left after that. "What was the purpose of doing that?" I mumbled as I got up. "And you don't call people queer just because we're not made out of pure muscles just like you blockheads are."
When I turned around, I didn't expect to see Ezra. Wait! Did he heard what I've said?!
Ezra smiled at me and didn't talk to me any further. The training started, and not like his usual self, he didn't approach me nor looked at me. I might end up thinking that I did something wrong to him because of how Ezra averts his gaze and avoid me. He didn't do that this morning though. What's wrong with him now?
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I got flustered when he turned to face me while still not letting go of my arm. "No one should get used to being bullied like that. You're a precious person. You must treasure yourself like how your parents' treasures you." Those words didn't sit right with me, and I pulled my arm away. "How would I do that? I don't know the feeling of being treasured." Ezra was definitely surprised by what I've said. I don't even know the reason why I've said that. I'm usually not like this. And because of that, I now again feel awkward being with him. Can I please stop spouting nonsense when I'm with him? I'm already uncomfortable enough! Why do I have to make things worse? Stop making my life even more awkward, self.
Ezra tilted his head with his forehead creased. “I don’t think I understood your question.” That’s when I realize something. He’s naturally kind! The actions he showed me were just him being himself, but I overthought about it and expected that I was some special person towards him. This will definitely make me look weird in his eyes now! Again, why do I keep embarrassing myself in front of this upperclassman?! I tidied my table as I stood up. “F-Forget it. I-I was just silly.” I was too shy to even look at him. “Thank you for helping me.” I could also feel his shyness without looking at his face and even with his cheery tone. “It’s no problem. You can always ask me for help.” He pats my head once again, making me conscious of him all over.
H-Huh? Mitch? This incredible and bright Mitch? Was bullied? That's absurd! How could they bully such a nice person like him? Do bullies just bully anyone they want to make fun of? Even if they're fantastic and great people? Mitch chuckled after seeing my blank expression because of how surprised I was. "That's why whenever our upperclassmen talk to me or make me hear how they hate us, I couldn't talk back. I'm afraid that they might bully me like how my teammates bullied me before." He pulled his knees together as he gazed on the ground while still holding onto my hand. "My former teammates would often as me if I'm a girl or gay, and they would even touch me everywhere." I gasped. How could people do that to him? They're horrible!
Devon scoffs. "Don't tell me Ezra rejected the idea of me being the official setter?" He glared at Ezra, who just smiled at him. "And what do you mean about my attitude? I didn't do anything to that pipsqueak or any other teammates." Hearing that makes coach Alfred sighs. "You're already bullying him by calling him with that name, so stop. No matter what you say, my decision won't change until your attitude does. You're all dismissed now. Don't forget to cool down and stretch." Coach Alfred left after that. He must be busy with paper works too, since he's also a teacher. I think I've heard that besides being the coach and faculty adviser of the boys' volleyball team, he's also a P.E and mathematics teacher, which is impressive. Captain too
Ezra smiled after noticing me.Oh right. We live in the same street.I don't even know how to react to him because of what he did before. His face became swollen, and I don't understand why he still hasn't done anything or applied medicine. I stood in silence while he leaned on the wall near us. "You're not going home?" Ezra asked. I blinked thousands of times, though he wouldn't be able to see it. I thought he wanted to talk to me. That's why he appeared out of the blue when he left earlier than Mitch and I. "What about you?" Ezra chuckled as he gazes at me with those warm
It was pure silence on our way home. Ezra didn't speak about anything like how he usually does. I do enjoy peace and quiet, but not this again. I'm anxious that he might be thinking something wrong about me. I'm aware that he's not that type of a person, but maybe he hated how I snuck my nose into his business. I can't stop overthinking, and this is the problem with me. We're not even close for me to do something like that. Though it doesn't matter if Ezra hates me, I'm all good as long as he wouldn't bother me anymore. The darkness and the cold wind didn't help as it just made everything more awkward. Or was that just me? As soon as we arrived in front of my house's gate, I bowed
"N-No. Please wait. I'll give it back as quick as I can."I rushed towards the house and almost tripped.That was close!As soon I got inside the kitchen, I quickly transferred the food Ezra's mother made on a big plate.My eyes twinkled as I gulped out of hunger after realizing what it was. "It's lasagna." One of my favorite foods! And it's even cheesier than the one we can order from fast-food chains.Oh no, I might love this too much that I wouldn't be able to finish the pizza I already ordered."Oh shoot!"I realized
Lean focused on putting my makeup on as simple as possible since they'll be putting makeup on me on the set too. She made me wear simple clothes, a white shirt, plain pants, and the wig I would always wear as Lia. "Now, we're all set. Let's go." I nodded and followed her outside the house. There's our van waiting with Kim in the driver's seat. As soon as we got in and got our seat belts on, Kim drove off without waiting for Lean to say anything since they said we would be late. It's not my fault though, I was informed just now, and my sleep got disturbed too. I placed my earphones on both ears and looked outside the window, but my eyes widened after seeing Ezra outside. He's wearing a tracksuit, which means he must be taking a morning jog— was i