I'm Inlove With A Gay

Prologue

The loud bell rang. All our heads went directly to the window, where we could see the church bell ringing outside. The Robles International School was built next to the church. As students, if the church bell rang, we knew it was already late in the afternoon. It means school is over now.

"Please...leave now... please dismiss us already." "Stop with the story telling because it wasn't fun anymore," I mumbled to our adviser. My gaze was drawn to my watch, which had already passed the dismissal time. Every classroom does not have a clock because the dean believes that students are more concerned with keeping time than with studying or paying attention to the discussion.

"I really need to get out!" " I screamed...but only in my head because I wouldn't dare scream and end up in guidance because of shouting in the classroom."

I bet all my classmates prayed the same thing.

While looking out the window, I bend my head and slowly lean back in my armchair. While we're stuck here, there are already a few students standing around, laughing and talking to each other. During the previous year, I even saw some of my ex-classmates teasing me with their tongues protruding. I know, maybe it would take Mr. Harvey to dismiss us. I sighed as I took a look around, which it making me even more stress.

I bet we're the only section that hasn't been dismissed yet.

What a lucky one! What a golden one! I rolled my eeys in sarcasm.

I close my eyes, remembering why I was so eager to leave this room, this school. It made me smile just thinking about the first time I met "someone."

My mother Graciella was crowned as beauty queen a long time ago, and as expected, I was much more likely to look like her. That's the truth: I was born to be beautiful. I'm a goddess, and everyone would expect me to follow in her footsteps.

But…a sudden lightning...for the first time in my life, I like something because I like it. I used to like pageants, make-up, heels, and fashion because the people around me expected me to because, well, hello? I am the crowned beauty queen's daughter, and everyone has high expectations of me…well, that’s kinda tiring.

It's made it not literally worse by the fact that my mother married a business tycoon. Which those expectations reached the heaven’s above.

It happened during my mother's unexpected interview. There's so much media, flashing cameras, and reporters that I decided to hide for a while among them.

I saw a small apartment and was bumped by a sexy woman who was rushing down the road. I only see her back because she was rushing away from me at the same time. She's wearing a sexy dress, red heels, and has a long curvy end wave of hair, damn... I thought I'd never see such a beautiful woman. I could only see her back, and I already complimented her excessively, and how much more could I do when I could see her face, right?

She took a quick step inside the parlor. Rafa's Beauty Salon. That was the apartment she went into. It was a mint green wall with a name on it that was even cuter because it had a thunder icon and a rainbow beside the name of the shop.

What else does she needs he is already beautiful? I asked myself while looking to the apartment. I was waiting for the right chance and timing to pass this road, and when the vehicles stopped and the stoplight turned green, that was my cue to pass the street.

Along with people walking in opposite way, my feet went to the apartment building, where I could see the salon with no customer. I'm not a big fan of going to the salon, but I ended up here because of a woman I met on the street.

I couldn't even breathe when I had the perfect opportunity to face her. She's more than just beautiful. Even her hands were a little manly, but she looked so damn good! In the customer seat, she has her legs crossed. And my gaze slowly moved to her legs, which were a little hairy.

Maybe she's a regular here, so I should try going here as well as often.

Her beauty had me completely enthralled which I was taught I was a lesbian for the first time in my life. If that’s the woman, then I won’t mind being the lesbian, here.

“What do you need?”

She asked. And, it’s freaking hot and cool…her…his voice? What?? I blinked a few times, trying to figure out if I heard it correctly and clearly because...I was crazy because the voice was very manly, or maybe I was hallucinating?

“Everyone has the same reaction. I won’t get shocked anymore.” She…h-he chuckled. That’s when I hear her speak, this time clearly, that’s I realized that he is a man and he is a gay.

It was a man's voice, Grabiella! It means he is a full-fledged man before but at this moment, you too look alike.

She...h-he raises her brow as she rises. She's incredibly sexy and hot.

I took a look at her...is she a manager or owner? I thought she was a regular customer.

“You’re the owner?” I asked and she nodded.

“Yes, what do you need?”

She asked.

“I- need hair color!” I said nervously, without second thoughts. I was so nervous that I blurted out. Who wouldn't feel nervous when she got closer to me…and her smell, it’s also beautiful like this.

Goddess complimenting a goddess.

She led me to the chair.

"Are you sure you want to color your hair?" "You already look good in black."

She said and I gasped while looking at her in the mirror. I never thought and imagine she’ll compliment me, hehe. Even she looks sexy with those dominant features.

"Then...just colored the end of my hair like one to three centimeters," I said quietly, closing my eyes as her rough hands touched my hair. I expected her touch to be rough, but I was surprised to find it to be the opposite, so soft.

"What is your name?" “I asked, and she raised her brows.

"Rafa," she said solemnly when she realized I wouldn't stop staring at her if I didn't hear her name.

“Beautiful. What about your real name?” I queried. If she asks why I need her name, I'll explain that I'm a customer and it would be strange if I didn't know his name.

I noticed her eyes lift, as if she was taken aback by my straightforwardness.

“Rafael. “ She said seriously but she couldn’t contain my eye contact anymore as if knowing her real name were a sin. It makes me smiled. We have the same closer name, my name is Gabriella Concepcion and hers is Rafael.

"Hmm... Rafael," I murmured, and his hands gripped my hair a little bit tightly that I chuckled..

“Everyone calls me Rafa…”

“okay.” I said with a smile and I saw her stopped just too looked at me in the mirror, there you already looked at me. She only pulls her gaze away.

“Do you want to know my name?” I asked. And I quickly looked in the mirror to see her reaction, but she remained cold and continued to work on my hair.

"For what?" "I'm sure this is your last time visiting a store," she said. My thoughts wander; perhaps my mother would forbid me, but I will never let anyone stop me from going here. I will surely be here next week.

“No. You're wrong. I'd love to come here next Friday."

"You're the daughter of a beauty queen and a well-known business tycoon," she said, as if those titles meant I couldn't go to places like this.

She recognizes me without my having to introduce myself, but it wasn’t hard anymore because I was born with a famous parents.

I fell silent. I would really prove it that I would be here next Friday. I love here and her. Maybe I could apply as assistant? And take care of her? Because of my naughty thoughts I giggled

“Do you have a boyfriend? “She shake her head when I ask. And I smiled cutely, maybe I would have a chance.

“Perhaps, girlfriend? “I asked, and she stopped, staring at me soul to soul. I averted my gaze, as she did. It was too strong, and I feel like my femininity has already vanished because of the way she stares as if she can read my mind.

"I'm not into girlfriends." They've never been my type. “She said that made me pout.

"Then I can be a boyfriend," I said, smiling, but he only continued her job, which I would say she never heard me say.

“What color you want?” She only asked without minding the last words I’d say. And I looked at her in the mirror.

“Whatever you want that suits me.” I said, smiling. I noticed she had stop. When I gave her my beautiful smile, she looked away and gulped.

I think any color would suit me as long as she was the one to color it. She'd color my hair right now, and I'm sure the next time she'd start my life, that’s for sure. I laughed when my thoughts were interrupted, and she only looked at me as if I were the strangest person she'd ever met.

She's already pretty and stunningly beautiful, how much more of his manly years, those years when he's not what he is right now...but that's fine. I still like her this way, and I'm even happier now that she's a man.

That was the point at which I realized I couldn't wait another day to pay him a visit. This is the first time someone has gotten my attention...that someone has made me fall, even if it's just her back that I've seen. I like him...I like her regardless of her gender and sexuality.

It’s my first time liking someone. Nobody ever told me that I should like this or that, like how I like pageants and fashion because of my mother and the people around me. I like him or her because I naturally like him or her. And I'm enjoying the natural feeling of infatuation.

I know I wouldn’t have a chance but it’s never too late to start, right? What if she would like me? What if her preferences or type would change if she would know the real me? What if the thunderclaps and she falls in love with me?

If there is a hope then there is also a chance!

I smiled as I remembered her. But my smile vanished when a hard piece of paper that was hit on my forehead.

Sucks, but why did I fell asleep?

I slowly open my eyes.

My eyes wander to the empty room. I get up and sighed when the room is empty, the chairs are neatly arranged, and the classroom is clean.

Why didn't anyone try to wake me up, knowing how eager I am to leave this room?!!

"Are you still in your fantasy world?" Caroline, one of my bestfriends, remarked, "I'm pleased I came back here because otherwise you would have spent the night here."

“And what time is it? What day is it? “

I asked as I hurriedly stuffed my bag with notebooks, pens, and books. It nearly slipped my mind. When I strewn my belongings around in an unorganized manner, she looked at me strangely.

“Frida-

“s**t!” I cursed not minding that I leave my best friend behind.

"Are you sure you're leaving me here? Hey! We will have our night ou-

“Car, I swear I'll be there." I have to get out of here first. Just send me the place. Bye. Love you. Take care.” I said and run faster than it could.

It’s Friday, which means it's time to go to the salon!! I could have the chance to spend my hours to gay I ever like. I'm hoping she remembers me, but if she doesn't, I'll go to her salon once a week until she does.

They said that love is making you excited, then I always pray every Monday to let the days pass easily.

Yes, that’s how excited I am, so? What would I call this?

I’m starting to fall in love with that gay!