Can't be moved

Chapter 1 : First Meet

The boy who ace at everything . Plays almost every musical instruments, is popular throughout the whole school and stands out like a full moon . Girls are swooning over him but for boys, well, some might have gone a little bit jealous. For a person to be so unbelievably gifted, that must be a joke right ? You might have only seen it on television screens but, he is the real deal. Believe it or not, that's me. A freshman high school student blessed with a handsome figure . Not just me who see it but everyone see it. That's what I'm telling you is valid.

Most of my friend told me there are many girls in school who wanted be my first date, but agh, they can't even compare to my mom .

"Sup, bro. What 'cha doing?" A very familiar voice echoes besides my ear. Very very close. I quickly closed my book, avoiding him from seeing what is written inside .
"Hey, man. It's been long." I replied with a sheepish smile.
"What do you mean it's long?" That was just two days!" he said.
"Two days are long without you, man." I said.
"Eww, I'm getting goosebumps for real! Btw, what's that book you're holding?" He asked.
"Emmm well, nothing. Just a simple note." I told him a lie, preventing him from being curious about it.
"Oh let me see that, bro." He snatched it away from my hands.
"What the hell dude?!!" I jumped and fought back my notebook. It's a secret book that I have been spending a lot of times with -writing about myself and what I would like to happen to me- Something like that. I wouldn't want anyone to have a look, honestly .
"Ahhh... So you write stuff like that too, huh?" He's teasing me with a big, happy, sick smile on his face. Oh, no it will be bad if he see the rest of it ..
"Give it back , shitface." I shouted.
"Alright, there you go. I've finished it all." He winked.
"What?!!" I said loudly.
"Don't you forget that I'm a fast-reader." He said .
Damn!! And it's about time to introduce this dude over here. He's my best buddy. Since, like, third grade in primary school? I'm not sure but what I know is we are very very intimate. Almost like an inseparable couple. Wherever he goes, you see me. Whenever he's calling, I'm going .
A lot of people have mistaken me for being homosexual and I must say, it's intimidating how they managed to create a weird misunderstanding. Oh and his name is Kevin.
My name is Kale.
"From what you write, it all seems so true sigh.. It's great to be born as talented as you are." He said.
"That's the first time you're thinking right, Ken." I chuckled a bit. I like calling him Ken instead of Kevin, maybe it's because of my lazy nature .
"Of course, you're always seem so dazzling. All the girls I like ended up confessing to you . It's not just two or three but all of them." Ken faked a sob which leaves me disgusted.
"Don't break out into a sobbing spree. I won't pity on you because when you cry, you resemble a constipated dog."
" Talking big as always." Ken rolled his eyes .

"By the way, I made friends with these guys in
Class A. They're, like, nice. There's a girl who
is a bit quiet but she's freakin' cute. You might be interested?" He said.
"Quiet girl? Not really my type, man. And I haven't thought of having a girlfriend anyways."
"Sure you do? But she's prettyyyyyy."
"You can have her if you like her very much. I'm not interested." I said.
"But I'm afraid she might love you instead." He said.
"Ugh, I think so. Keep day-dreaming." I laughed so hard after I muttered quietly .

I look out of the window, ignored an excited Ken. It's pretty scary to see him getting so lively all of a sudden. Honestly, I am not familiar on how he reacts after realizing things are going his ways. It's creepy. It feel like he's ready to grab a pen and change his life .

"I'm so bored ...sigh." The sky is clear blue. I see birds, I see trees, I see house roofs, I see skyscrapers, but nothing changes. Even my history class is getting more and more tedious. My classmates look dull, my teacher is as monotonous as ever and there you got me, emotionless .
"Sigh......." How did they ever manage to make one of my favorite subject into something so typically repetitive. I miss my old history class. Nothing seems to be so engrossing except the fact that I had caught quite a lof of glances from the girls who secretly gazed at me. Being handsome is surely a thing... I'm sure Ken is aware of it. Maybe that quiet girl he mentions will ended up confessing to me too..