The Gossip

Chapter 1

Anonymous12: "One of the things that I hate about Weston High School is the popular kids. You know I'm sick and tired of seeing a sea of blonde people that like to stop hallway traffic because they gather around a single locker gossiping about stuff that won't matter in a month. Also, to the people that are saying I need to shut up, you can shove it up your asses. I can complain as much as I want about anyone. Anyway, back to my original rant. I'm going to do the same thing I do every day. Gossip. I'm sick and tired of seeing Blaine and Andy walk around the hall all over each other. Let's face it, they are in a closet made of glass and need to realize it for fuck's sake. Like Blaine grow balls and break up with Annie because she's a bitch. I'm tired of hearing her complain about how her boyfriend isn't paying attention to her every second of the day. You all suck so much that you should be working on a corner in front of a gas station. I realize that some of you have been telling the counselor about my account. I have three things to say.
I'm not a school shooter
I'm sorry you're so fucking sensitive
You'll never EVER find out who the owner of this account is
Now that we have that covered, I will now leave you guys to complain to whoever will listen. I can't wait to hear Annie bitch about this." Grey hits enter and leans back in his chair, reading over his blog post. Smiling, pleased, he closes his laptop and gets off the bed going downstairs. Walking into the living room, he sees his father is passed out on the couch. Empty beer bottles litter the floor and the worn coffee table. Moving over, Grey picks up the living room, throwing the bottles away. Going back, he covers his father with a blanket. Now you can think all you want about how horrible Grey is. Stirring drama up and starting fights with people that haven't even done anything to him at all. But now you know his father is a raging alcoholic. Do you feel bad for him now? Walking into the kitchen, Grey opens the fridge and checks for anything he can microwave. Grabbing a TV dinner, he heats it up. Getting a notification, he pulls out his phone.

Alec: "Hey man, I need help with something real quick."

Grey: "What is it?"

Alec: "I'm so incredibly bored right now."

Grey: "Ok?"

Alec: "I'm hinting that I want to hang out with you."

Grey: "Oh ok. I guess we can."

Alec: "When do you want me to come pick you up?"

Grey: "I don't care."

Alec: "Good, because I'm pulling up now."

Grey: "Did you just assume I was doing nothing?"

Alec: "Yep. Now get out here."

Grey grabs his jacket, dragging himself out the door. He sees Alec pull up and goes to get in. He plucks at his cuticles, unsure of what to do. He doesn't usually know how to start a conversation. He awkwardly sits there, hoping Alec will start talking as he fidgets with his hands.

"Dude, you good?"

"What? Why would you think I wasn't?"

"You're just being really quiet and seem nervous."

"I'm not nervous, it's just awkward."

"Ok, I'm just making sure that you're doing ok."

"I'm always like this Alec. I'm ok."

"You're gonna wear out that word. It's gonna start to mean nothing."

"Just because I say it a lot doesn't mean that it doesn't mean something. The meaning of words doesn't just go away."

"Yes, it does. I'm not gonna argue about this."

"Yeah, because I'm right."

"You're never right."