This is my first fanfic. I am sure there are lost of grammar mistakes, but oh well. I like writing and i thought I'd share this to get some opinions, so please read and review.
I woke up to my alarm blaring at 6:30am. I groaned as I rolled over to shut off the alarm and pulled my blanket over my head, wishing I didn't have to get up. Today was my first day of senior year, and I was looking forward to it. I only wished it didn't have to start so early in the morning. A knock came from my door and then I heard my mother's voice say "Get up Logan, James will be here soon and I don't want you being late on your first day." I just laid there not moving for a couple more minutes hoping my mom would leave me alone, I should of known better. All of a sudden my door was slammed open and the blanket being ripped off of me. "Get up now Logan or I swear to God i will drag you out of that bed myself." I sighed as my mom left, leaving me lying on my bed in nothing, but red boxer briefs and thinking maybe I wasn't the only one in the house who hated mornings.
Fifteen minutes later I was downstairs, showered, and eating breakfast with my mom and dad. " All right i'm off to work" said Mr. Mitchell as he kissed his wife goodbye and gave me a smile and a pat on the back. "Are you excited to start your senior year?" my mom asked. "Yeah I can't wait to start all my new classes it should be a good year" " How about clubs Logan or maybe even a date. You don't want to leave high school with only memories of studying do you? There must be some boy in that school that you can go out with." I sighed I was glad my parents accepted me when I came out the beginning of sophomore year, but I wish that my mom would leave the dating thing alone. " I told you mom no dating while in a catholic school it would cause too much drama and unnecessary stress, plus it would distract me some my studies" Mrs. Mitchell sighed as she listened to her son. He was a good, kind, and loving person and she knew that he would make someone very happy if he only would step out of his head every now and again.
The door bell rang and I knew it was James here to take him to school. "bye mom, love you." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and went outside and got in James' car. He had a big smile on his face as i got in. "What are you so happy about?" I asked. "What do you think logan its our senior year, the hockey team has never been better, and I am finally going to ask Jo out today" I couldn't help but smile at James. He has been my best friend since I moved in around the block from him in the third grade. He was also on of the few people who knew I was gay, I told him after my parents things were a little awkward for a while, but things got back to normal pretty quickly. He thinks having a gay best friend is perfect. "Less competition for the ladies" as he puts it. "So its a good plan right Logan? Logan?" I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my name. " Sorry were you saying something" James rolled his eyes at my question. "You know Logan you will have to stop living in that head of yours" I gave him a smirk and punched him in the arm as we pulled into the school parking lot. "Ok as i was saying I'm going to ask Jo out today. We've been talking for the past month and i think she likes me so I'm just going to suck it up and do it." "Good so you can stop obsessing about her and leave me alone about it" I said with a sarcastic tone. James was about to respond when all of a sudden a short brunette girl launched herself and wrapped his arms around him in a hug. "Camille" I screamed. "Can't...breathe" is all James could get out with Camille's death hug grip. She let go of James and went to give me one. I put my hands up in defense. "It's great to see you Camille, but I like breathing so how about a small hug" She gave me a quick hug as James got his breathing back to normal. "Its so good to see you two again, sorry I didn't call I got in late last night from LA and thought I would surprise you guys here." Camille had spent the summer in LA with her dad, a movie producer. Camille is my other best friend and the last person I told my secret to. She was excited to spend the summer with her dad, she always wanted to be an actress. " so it was awesome" I said as we walked to the office to get our schedules for the semester. "Yes i definitely want to move there with my dad when I finish high school and try to become a real actress"
We walked into the office to retrieve their schedules. "Logan, good you're here can you come into my office with me we need to discuss something." I turned around to see the vice principal. Ms. Wainwright standing there. "Sure" I said not sure what we needed to talk about. I looked at my friends and they shrugged their shoulders and told me to go. I walked into the office and sat in the chair across from her. "You're not in trouble Logan, we just need to discuss you're schedule for this year." "I know I took a lot of AP classes, but i swear i can handle it." " Its not that Logan, due to schedule conflicts you're AP Biology class was moved from fifth period to third period." "Ok" I said not quite understanding what the problem was. "Well you see we only offer AP class one period a day, for example you AP calc class is only offered during first period and your AP History class is only offered fourth period because so few students take those class we only need one class period for them" Logan just nodded, because he already knew this. "So since now that AP Biology is only offered third period we have to move your senior english class to fifth period only there is no senior english during fifth period." I was happy this meant no stupid english classes, which I hated. "Cool then ill take an art class or something that period." Ms. Wainwright shook her head. "you need four years of english credits to graduate and that brings us to why we are having this meeting. The only class offered fifth period that can count as an english credit is Creative Writing and Poetry." I let this sink in, I hated normal english how was he ever going to survive a class where you have to make things up and understand meaning behind phrases. " Are you sure this is no other way to do this" Ms Wainwright shook her head. " The only other option would be to drop AP Biology and take senior english third period, but i know you want to be a doctor and AP Biology looks really good on a med school application." I was torn, because i really wanted to take AP Bio and i really don't want to take a creative writing class. I sighed knowing what I had to do. " I'll take the stupid writing class." Ms Wainwright smiled and handed logan his schedule." Good luck," was all she said as i got up and left her office.
When I walked out of the office James and Camille ran up to me and started asking a million questions. I just ignored them and started walking to my locker with them close behind still begging to hear what happened. When i got to my locker i opened it and started to put my stuff in, but I could feel that they were both starring daggers at me. "Fine, to make a long story short there was a scheduling conflict and I have to take a creative writing class" They both gasped in unison. "What," I said. "Logan don't take this the wrong way, but you suck at anything to do with writing or english," said Camille. "I got through english for 11 years with all A's how could I do that if i suck at english?" I stated smugly. James answered, "Thats because you always took easy english classes where you had to find things in sentences, like phrases and stuff, which is like a puzzle to you so you were good at it. Those classes had papers that were about real topics you could research and learn about. This class will be about coming up with fiction and find deeper meanings in lines, and you definitely are a surface meaning kind of guy." Not sure if I was just complimented or insulted, I shrugged my shoulders and said " I'll learn to be deep or whatever I mean they can't fail you when you make stuff up right?" " I don't know if you can learn that stuff Logan, you either have it or you don't, " said Camille. James then chimed in and said, "Remember eighth grade when you gave a ten minute speech about how the poem Roses and red Violets are blue, was untrue and shouldn't be taught is school." " I was right about that it makes no sense, violets are the color violet and not all roses are red. It should have said Some roses are red and violets are a shade of blue then it would have made sense." "This is what i mean the arts are about the meaning behind the words, you have to look deeper to discover what is trying to be communicated to you." said Camille. "That's stupid if you want to say something just say it why to to hide it in stupid rhymes and metaphors?" My two friends shook there head at this in defeat. "Look i"m in the class and there is nothing that can be done about it let's just get through the day," I said.
The rest of the day went by smoothly and next thing i knew i was sitting in the cafeteria with James and Camille with only five minutes left in lunch. I was talking to Camille when she asked,"So you have english next, are you nervous?" "Not really its only the first day i'm sure we'll just go over the class rules and the syllabus." "I gotta go tell the hockey team that coach wants a quick meeting after school, be back in a sec,"said James as he got up. The hockey team always sat together , except for James, he always sat with us. I had a feeling he wanted to sit with his teammates, but never did because he didn't want to leave me and Camille by ourselves. I looked over at the table as James walked up to it and that is when I noticed a blonde guy sitting at the table talking to a latino looking guy. I couldn't look away from him, he was beautiful, never have I ever seen someone like him. I saw him nod to what James said, and then as James was walking away he looked over at out table and our eyes met. The second their eyes met I felt something go through my body, like a feeling of pure happiness I never wanted it to end. He broke the connection and the feeling faded, but i couldn't look away from him, I wanted to feel like that again. He suddenly got up and ran out of the cafe, I got up to follow, but the bell rang and I lost him in the mess of people. "What are you doing?" said a voice. "Huh" I turned to see Camille and James behind me. "Camille said you were quiet the whole time I was gone and when i got back you suddenly got up and started to leave without even a word" I stood there for a second, I hadn't even thought about my friends all I wanted was to see him again and maybe even talk to him. "Sorry I just got lost in my head again I guess" They both gave me questioning looks, but let it go. As I walked to English I couldn't get him out of my head. He must be on the hockey team, because he was sitting with them so that means James knows him. I could ask James about him, but then he'll want to know why i'm asking and I'm not even sure why I wanted to know. "This is ridiculous," I thought. "One look shouldn't have this effect of someone it just hormones going crazy i'm sure i'll forget all about him within the next hour and all this worrying will have been for nothing." Happy that I found the solution to my problem I took a deep breath and headed towards english class.
As I walked in everyone was already seated and they were all staring at me. "Logan can I help you with something," said Ms. Nap. I was glad she was teaching this class I had her as a teacher, she taught in my other english classes and was super nice. No, actually I'm in this class." "Oh," she said, giving me a puzzled look. I walked over to her and handed her my schedule. She looked at it and said " All right then take a seat, class is about to begin" I looked around the classroom. The tables in the room were big enough that two people sat at them, I looked around and the only seat available was at an empty table at the back of the room. I went and sat down as the bell rang. " At least I don't have to share the table with someone," I thought. Ms Nap called the class to order. "Welcome to Understanding and Creative writing. In this class I will teach you to not only become better writers, but to become betters readers as well. Now." She was cut off when the door opened and a panting boy ran into class, and not just any boy, the blonde from the cafeteria. When I saw him that feeling came back over me and I had the sudden urge to just be near him, get to know him, and to find out everything about him. I shook that feeling away its was insane to think that about someone I only saw twice my life. " Sorry Ms Nap my locker wouldn't open." "Its fine just take a seat" He nodded and started to look around the room, and when he saw the only seat available was next to me he froze. I could of sworn I saw fear in his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He walked down the aisle and sat next to me, but never looked at me of even acknowledged my existence. Ms. Nap handed out the syllabus and went over the rules for the class, I was only half listening, how could I concentrate when he was sitting there, right next to me.
With twenty minutes left in class Ms. Nap told us we would be doing a little exercise to show us what the class would be about. "I am going to give each table a slip of paper with a quote from a famous play, story, or poem. You and your table partner are to work together and tell me the meaning behind the line. This way I can gauge where your comprehension skills are, which will give me a better idea of where to start." Ms Nap walked around the class with a bowl full of slips of paper and each table took one out, since I was at the last table I got the last slip of paper from the bowl. It said " A rose by and other name smells just as sweet."- William Shakespeare Romeo & Juliet. I had heard this quote before and an idea of what it meant, but wasn't one hundred percent sure. I turned and handed him the piece of paper to him and when he took it our fingers touched and I felt a spark of electricity coarse through my body, but he acted like nothing happened. He took the piece of paper and read it. He then took out his notebook and started to write. " Hey shouldn't we discuss this before we just write down whatever pops into our head." He just shook his head, and continued to write. I wasn't sure what to do, he wasn't going to talk to me and I couldn't just let this guy do my work for me and possibly ruin my grade, no matter how hot he is. He stopped writing, put his pen away, and was about to get up and turn the paper in, but before he could I snatched the notebook from his hand and started to read.
"A rose by any other name will smell just as sweet"- William Shakespeare. This quote is probably the most famous from Romeo & Juliet. The obvious meaning is that a name doesn't mean anything, its just a name and you can't know something from just knowing the name of it. We believe the meaning goes much deeper than the obvious interpretation. We believe that it means that names shouldn't even exist in the world, because people associate stereotypes with names. You hear someone is a certain color or religion and you automatically have assumptions of that person without even getting to know them. Shakespeare is trying to say that in order to truly understand something or someone you have to experience it yourself. You can't rely on other people's ideas of things, if you truly want to know how something is than you need to get up and experience it. Relying on the names of things to determine its wealth will only lead to tragedy.
I didn't know what to say, what he had written was amazing and he had come up with it in a matter of minutes. Even if i had days i knew i would never be able to write something like that. "That was amazing I." He snatched the notebook from me and ripped out the piece of paper and walked up to Ms. Nap and handed it in. He sat back down without saying a word to me. Why was he acting like this, I never did anything to him, I didn't even know his name. " I'm sorry if I did something to offend you, but what you wrote was amazing. What's your name?" He didn't answer, he just sat there looking down at his book. The bell rang and he went to get up, but I grabbed his arm."Please just tell me your name." I needed to know his name, I needed to put a name to that gorgeous face I couldn't stand not knowing for a second longer. He stared at my hand on his arm and said "Kendall." He shook my hand loose and ran from the room. "Kendall," I whispered.
I sat down, next to James, in study hall. "Hey so you know Kendall, I think he plays hockey here." "Yeah, I sort of know him, he plays of the team, but doesn't talk to anyone, except for Carlos, why?" " I have him in English and I got the impression that he doesn't like me very much" "Don't think too much into it everyone gets that vibe from him." said James. I pondered what James said as I started to work on my Calc, but I knew there was something else. The way he acted, as if he was angry at me, I never even seen him before today, I shouldn't even care. Yet, here I am thinking about him, smiling, and wondering if he was thinking about me too.