Why is he acting so odd? Curiously thought Tommy. He wasn't going to question him because that would be plain rude. Tommy wasn't the type of guy to be ignorant. He knew how most guys acted, he knew he wouldn't want to be treated that way so he never acted that way.
As soon as the bell rang for the period to end Tommy got up out of his seat and left for his next class. So did Adam. Tommy was headed to language. He walked slow since he didn't particularly like this class. In his old school in Burbank they usually had a countless number of spelling tests in this class and he wasn't the best of spellers.
On the way to class he couldn't stop pondering about Adam. He didn't know why, they was just something different about Adam. Tommy decided he wanted to get to know Adam better so maybe he could find out what was so different about him than other people he knew. I never even thought about my girlfriends this much! Recalled Tommy. I have got to have lunch with him or something to learn more about him. The next time I see him, I'll ask him.
Tommy got to language class and was assigned the seat in the first row farthest away from the door. When the teacher announced what the class had to do everyone let out a groan. Each student had to write a paragraph or two about themselves. Then tomorrow they would read it to the class. Tommy didn't think it was that bad. He was actually glad that was all they had to do since he would possibly have plans after school. He quickly wrote about himself, basically everything he said in math. Except this time he added his favorite movie, Velvet Goldmine. While Tommy was in language, Adam was in reading class.
Adam liked reading class because sometimes they would act out the stories. Plus, the teacher, Mr. Parsons was a really friendly teacher. He almost never gave homework so everyone liked him. He always did good in his class, except for today. He couldn't concentrate on what they were doing. All he could concentrate on was Tommy. Adam kept asking the same questions over and over again in his head. When will I see him again? What does he think of me? I wonder if he's like me... Finally, there was only another five minutes left of class then he went to his favorite class.
The bell rang and Adam went to music. He walked down the hall and went into the classroom. He sat own and eagerly waited for class to begin. He was turning to see what was written on the dry-erase board when he saw Tommy walk in.