Beep! Beep! Beep!
Ughhhhh
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Snooze.
When I get up in the morning for school, my mind's all fuzzy like the dark fog outside. And the coldness of the air when I get out of bed, I just wanna snuggle up in my bed. I know it might seem crazy, but to me, my bed is my home base. No not home base, more like my bomb shelter. So, I did my usual morning routine, brush my teeth, put on clothes, eat breakfast. I go to my neighborhood bus stop, and put my headphones on. I like listening to my mp3, it just takes me out of reality. People waiting for the bus are usually in groups talking to each other, laughing, having a jolly good time, while I'm at the back, I'm that anti-social weirdo at school. As usual, the bus ride was boring. Nothing special, just a great view of cars.
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1st class was a sexual harassment assembly.
"Sex! Don't do it. Unless you both want to do it, then use a condom." Patrick looked at me and raised an eyebrow. That's it, Imma out of here. I got up to leave.
"Where are you going?" asked Mrs. Patter, my first class teacher. She was my first class, not our homeroom.
"Restroom," I replied.
"Do it quick."
I doubt it, with Patrick and his cocky smile, I thought. I breathed a sigh of relief when I got into the hallway. Who is Patrick? A fuckboy. He only wanted me for sex, but I didn't know it. At all. Since I was only one of the few openly gay guys in this High School, he didn't have a lot of guys to fuck.
Creak! The door opened.
I turned my head. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.
"Using the restroom, obviously." Patrick said sarcastically.
I crossed my arms.
"I learn from my mistakes. No way you can seduce me," I stated. Don't cry, don't cry, I thought.
Patrick pressed me against the wall with his arm over me and ran his hands through my hair. Patrick knows it makes me tense up when he does that.
"I have a hypothesis," Patrick whispered into my ear. "That if I push enough, you'll finally crack." Don't cry, don't cry.
"Sure Christian Grey."
He put on his cocky smile. "I love your sense of humor." Then he went serious. "I'm just starting my experiment," he whispered. Don't cry, don't cry.
Then he left. I sunk down to my knees and cried into my hands.
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Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
I looked at my phone. Caller ID=Charlotte
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Answer
"Hey Jason, you there?" asked Charlotte.
I raised the phone to my ear.
"Yeah, I'm here," I answered her
"What's the science homework?" asked Charlotte.
"Ummm," I frowned. "I don't know."
Silence. "Okay, what's wrong? You would never not know the homework."
"Nothing, nothing's wrong."
"I'm worried about you. We're friends. No, best friends."
Beep! Call ended.
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"Hey, are you okay? There's been rumors that Patrick drugged and had sex with you," someone said.
I turned around.
"There's been rumors about that?" I asked
"Kinda. Patrick hit on me too," he said.
"Well, he's an asshole isn't he?" I said.
"Yeah. Come out of the closet, and he hits on me the next day." he said
I grinned. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Danny."
