Living Closeted

Freshmen Homecoming Ball

*phone chimes

I pause what I was doing to look at my phone. Huh, Google Calendar's reminding me about the jury tryouts this week. I unlock my phone to text Emma and Aya and see what's our battle plan for Thursday. 

-So Thursday, y'all! What are we doing? We need to win over the teachers. Do we go all RuPaul on them or do we keep more like old school?
-Good question. Teachers suck! I swear they shouldn't be involved in these kinds of things. They always come across as stuck up somewhere in the past where it was fashionable to be a housewife. (Aya)
-Lol, true. *laughing emoji (Emma)
-So I say since you're the best judge of character Aiden that you prove them how important it is to be more than well-dressed and pretty. Talent, character, posture and all others are important just as much. Emma can be the expert on clothes, dresses gowns but you'll have to help with the men's suits.
-And you? 
-I'll be the expert on words. On the trivia and on proving that they're also smart. And these roles aren't like, separate. We're a team we all judge all, but these are our strengths.
-Sounds like a plan. So all of these are categories that have been in the competition last year too, right? And we'll have to watch a couple and judge in front of the teacher's panel.
-Right. So in other words, I don't know how much it matters that we have all these strengths at the tryouts, but rather if the teachers like us for who we are. So, only a decent vocabulary. Nothing extravagant or too fancy. If we stray off they're vocabulary and what they understand as top student ball competition judging we'll lose. (Aya)
-Oh my god guys, I'll be late for class. I totally lost track of time... (Me). Talk to you after I leave the house. *scared emojis

I rush to the bathroom where I literally kick out my sister. I grab her and throw her over my shoulder and out of the room. I brush my teeth as fast as I can. Which hurts and results in some bleeding. Dang, it! There's no time for a shower so I apply half the deodorant. I brush my hair, luckily today is a good hair day. So I suddenly think. Why should I throw random clothes on me today? So I choose my black ripped jeans which I pair with a red nice top. I love how red looks on me. It's a Polo top with some very cute details under the collar. They're this tropical and floral print. Anyways. I put on some cologne and throw my backpack over the shoulder. I leave the house with a loud thud as the door slams behind my feet. 

I walk as fast as I can to the subway. Great! 

*exhausted sigh

I lost my train. God damn it! I look at my phone. 6:40. Oh, right! Great! I'll miss half the class. I open my Whatsapp and text, Emma, to tell our physics teacher that I've had an accident at home. Any lie in fact, good enough so she won't mark me absent in the register. I get in the first train that comes and the rush right through the doors for the interchange. I run past people that I even elbow. Morons! Just don't block the exit! And you call us teenagers uneducated. I catch the interchange right as it was signalling the closing of doors. I run as fast as I can and made it just as the doors shut behind me. 

*Loud panting sounds.

I try to look as calm as I could as I was catching my breath as classy as possible. I always get anxiety if I'm aware that my behaviour draws in unwanted attention. I catch my breath and find a seat. I need to sit down a little. Then it's running yet again. 

My stop was coming next. I get up and walk to the door which would be the nearest to the staircase. My jaw drops. Of course, he has to be late too... I sigh a little as I approach him.

-' Sup? I say without looking at him.
-So you're late too to physics. She's gonna demolish us! he lets out a giggle as he looks at me with a smile.
-D'you do your homework?
He looks at me puzzled. Then up with a smile as he slaps his forehead. 
-Bro we had homework? Don't mess with me. 
*I giggle a little bit too loud
-Yeah bro! We had homework. 3 problems from the textbook. I did them but they're probably all wrong like always. I just can't seem to get the hang of this new chapters she's been teaching. I hate optics. 
-D'you think that I could copy it in like a couple of minutes on a bench outside? We're late anyway.
-I think we could skip it altogether. But then Emma's going to look like a fool.
*I let out a sigh and a smile at the same time. I didn't know what do do