Aidon:

Chapter 1: Dread

Today was the absolute worst day of my life. Excluding, of course, seeing the person of my dreams. His name forever lasts in my head, never to be forgotten. Forgetting the sidetrack, today I was completely annihilated by, of course, the devil women, Patricia DeMariah. She gets in the way every time I go to talk to him. It's like there is an unknown force that bans me from him and she's the one sent to deliver my execution.

Asher Jacob Rhodes, the man of my dreams, is like me in many ways. For starters, his likes and dislikes are in almost every way replicated to mine. For instance, our favorite bands are the same. We both absolutely LOVE Creed and Alter Bridge. Another, our colors are the same, orange. And the list goes on and on. The one biggest problem is that he knows nothing of my homosexuality. That is what hurts me the most.

Alright, I will get started on how terrible, wasted, and ugly my day was. It started out like any other day, boring and fast paced, thankfully. As soon as I got to school, however, it all went crashing downhill. I walked into school, as normal, and saw Asher standing by the cafeteria doors. I thought, as I normally overdid, that I would just go to my locker, and then stand with him. So, I got to my locker, got my books, and walked out to greet him. As I neared him, Patricia DeMariah walked through the door. Great, I thought. Now my day was ruined before it even began. Then I reflected, "Well, I guess it's not completely ruined, he told me that he wasn't that in to her." So, I walked up to him and simply said Hi. He said Hi back, but in a way that had me alerted. He had the tone of someone who has just lost a loved one. I panicked for his well being and immediately overreacted.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"Uh, nothing, just tired," He snapped.

"Oh, sure. Nothing is wrong, but you just snapped at me, which you never do."

"Nothing is wrong, okay? Just leave me be."

With that, my heart wept. He didn't ever talk to me like that. Whatever was wrong with him, it was bad. I needed to find out.

"Jake," that's what I call him, "what's wrong? I know you better than this. I know you enough to know that, when you snap at me, there's something wrong. We have been best friends for like EVER. You can tell me anything."

"Listen, Aidon, this isn't really something that I can tell you, or at least not in this setting. What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing that I know of, my mom has to work late. Why?"

"Well, I was thinking that maybe I could come over, and then we could talk at a more appropriate place. Is that okay?"

"Yea, that'd be great, " DUH, any day, love "when, do you think, that you'll come?"

"Right after supper, probably. See you then, I have to go. See ya."

"Okay, bye."

Then my heart could beat again. I walked on and went to homeroom, to be bored there until the bell rang. First period came and went as did second. Then, came third. I walked in to class, and sat down at my seat. This is the period that Jake and I shared. It was, regardless of Jake, my favorite, anyway. It was Computer, my forte. Jake came then, and sat down beside me.

"Hey," he greeted me.

"Hey," I greeted back.

"Hey, about tonight, maybe it would be better if I didn't come. I don't want to be a nuisance."

"What makes you think that you'd be a nuisance?" I probed.

"I don't know. I just feel like I would."

"Don't worry about that! You are definitely not a nuisance. You are welcome at my house anytime, Jake. And you know it. There has to be another reason why you don't want to come, seeing as any time you are there, you help yourself to food. You definitely aren't worried about being a nuisance. What is it?"

"I feel different, like something has changed with us. I don't know how it will be," he said, crushing me.

I was pretty sure he was referring to Saturday night. Saturday night was a very good night, for me at least. Now, though, I regretted it. We did stuff, that just friends don't do. I had warnings, but I ignored them, thinking that Jake wouldn't think much of it. He had many gay tendencies, not thinking that he would let it come between us as friends.

"Is this because of Saturday night?"

"Um, can we not talk about that around people?"

"Uh, yeah. Just please come tonight so we can talk. Please?" I almost begged.

"No, not tonight."

"Okay," I said, not wanting to face the world.

The rest of the day dragged on, getting slower and slower as it went. Finally, the last bell rang. I jumped up, almost startled, as I was almost asleep. I walked out of the room, heading for my locker. I got out of the school and found my car. As I grew closer to my car, I noticed a difference. It was lower than normal. The tires had been slit. Could my day have gotten any worse? Yes.