Jason
Thanksgiving season is one of the worst seasons in the entire world. Why you may ask? Cause families are all getting together in that season. That and Christmas. I hate both of those seasons. Mainly because I have no family time with my family.
I have no brothers or sisters to bore myself with. Only the house keepers and the chef and the butlers. But I don't want to be with them. I want people my own age, that will understand what I'm talking about most of the time.
School has also been a bore. It's to slow and the work is mainly repetitive of last years work. It's like they want us to relearn everything over and over again. It was Tuesday, my fourth block, when things became less boring.
My fourth period was a history class. It was a normal day in the class, the teacher being absent and we were given work to keep ourselves busy. We had a test coming up so really the work was trying to get us ready for the test.
I was sitting a few desks away from Adam, who has been avoiding me ever since school began, maybe ever since the party. I didn't understand why for a long time, then I realized probably because of who I was. The class was going on slowly, the sound of pencils on papers. That is until I heard a faint sound of someone crying, then a shuffle of papers, and feet slamming against the ground. I looked up to see Adam running out of the room, tears running down his face. The sub didn't care that he ran out, but I did. Something was wrong and if no one was gonna care, then I would take the liberty to care.
I decided that of all places he could go, he would probably go to the second floor bathroom. Almost no one goes in there. I hurried down the halls up to the second floor and into the guys bathroom. Once in there I heard some quieted sobs. I walked over to the stall that it was coming from and tried opening the door. It was locked. I sighed and started fumbling with the lock and eventually was able to get into the stall.
Adam was sitting on the toilet, staring up at me, rivers of tears streaming down his face. I felt my heart slowly break when I saw him this way. I kneeled down before him and did the only thing I could think of. I pulled him into my arms, rubbing his back to comfort him.
I never had to comfort someone like this. Like sure, there would be girls that come up to me crying, but they were all just fake crying so they could get close to me. I comforted them because...well, actually I don't know why I comforted those sluts. But anyway, Adam cried into my shoulder for a pretty long time. His tears soaked through my shirt and his hands were clenched into fists against my back. I didn't know why Adam was crying, but I was there for him.
About a half hour later Adam calmed down. He was still leaning against me, sniffling but other than that it was silent. I still rubbed his back and stayed quiet, waiting for him to talk. My heart was beating a mile a minute, I really hope he couldn't heart it.
"Thank you." was all he said after the long time of silence. I looked at him, a small smile forming on my face.
"It was nothing." I said pulling back, drying a few stray tears from his cheeks and brushed his hair out of his face. Adam seemed to smile a bit, his cheeks dusted light pink. He coughed and stood up holding his hand to me, looking away. Probably to hide his embarrassment or something. I took his hand and stood up.
"Thanks, really, for…" Adam trailed off and sighed. I chuckled a bit under my breath when he continued to look away from me.
"You're welcome Adam." I said messing up his hair and walked by him opening the door and playfully bowing. "After you my good sir." Adam blushed brightly when he walked by and headed down to his next class, well after he grabbed his stuff from fourth period.
I think I have a thing for him. I really think I have a crush on Adam.