'W' stands for 'Wonder'

Appearantly I'm a hot topic of conversation, everywhere I go. At school I'll walk down the hallways and then the buzzing starts. And the giggling.

"That's him right?"

"Oh my god, you're probably right."

I've never understood why everyone seems to think I'm some sort of sex god. Honestly, people come up with some pretty whacked up stuff. My first day at my new highschoolschool in Chicago I was confronted by two distinct groups of people. The first being the slutty girls who were willing to sleep with me despite not knowing anything about me and the second being all the guys who'd already slept with them, askingif I wanted to hang around with them. I politely declined, knowing I would very shortly be making friends with all the jocks.

I've always had people to be with. In all honesty, thinking back a little bit, most of the girls probably only hung out with me as sort of a status thing. Because despite my efforts, people just refused to belive that I wasn't some angelic soldier of the bedroom. But whatever. If they wanted to think that, I wasn't going to fight it too hard.

"I wonder if he really is a druggie?"

Can't tell ya how many times I've heard that one. I must look the type or somthing because I've had even more trouble convincing people that I don't shoot cocain or any of that other crazy stuff floating around. Granted, the pot thing was a phaze. A phaze I'm happy to say is over.

You can't bea hockey star and be sucking back cancer. It just doesn't work.

And that's another thing. It took me forever to find a team that wouldn't test me every five minuted for steroids or junk like that. Thank god for the Ducks.

This one team I played with for a little while, the coach was bound and determined to catch me using some sort of enhancer. Of course there was nothing to catch. One day, after yet another needle being stuffed into my tricept I told him he could spend the night at my house and watch me work out if he wanted.

I knew it was rude before I'd even said it but I didn't realize that it sounded slighty kinky until later, after I'd been kicked off the team for badmouthing. Appearantly that was the last straw. I'd never snarked the coach before but... yeah... I didn't get along with 33 or 07 very much.

It gets slightly tiring. Having everybody assume things about you withoutreally knowing. Somtimes I'd lose it and tell whoever was within earshot to just freaking ask me themselves rather then whisper behind my back. But people don't ask. They juststart and spread morerumors about number 21. The big boy.

I guess they just need somthing to wonder about.

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