Chris' eyes were swollen too. I couldn't tell if he was asleep or if he was awake. "Chris." I call. I nudged his shoulder gently. "Chris." I called again.
"Huh?" He says shielding his eyes from brightness.
"Get up its 7:15." I warn.
"Damn." Chris sighed heavily.
He rushed for the bathroom. I quickly pulled out my phone to listen to music. I set a alarm for 7:40 so I wouldn't be late. I dozed off to get a quick nap in.
Chris woke me up five minutes later. "What!" I snap.
"Does my face look OK?" He asked.
I opened my eyes to look at Chris face. Can't ever get no extra sleep in.
"Are you wearing make-up?" I ask and he nods.
"Take that shit off." I say trying not to laugh.
He went running back to the bathroom. Why does he have makeup in his bathroom anyway? I continued my mini nap.
As soon as I closed my eyes my alarm rung Porn Star all through the house. I know it, I know its too early for that. I thought I had changed it to Feeling Myself anyway.
I went in the bathroom to see if Chris drag queen ass is ready. "I'm ready." He says.
I hand him a warm wet towel.
"No your not, and hurry its 7:40 I can't get anymore detentions." I say truthfully.
He wiped his face off with the towel. I watched him as tried to cover all of his face. Why don't he just put on the stuff that can be covered up. Face look a hot mess. "Put it on the stuff you want covered. Unless you trying to hide your face then that make sense." I say.
We were finally ready at 7:45. Well he was anyway. We got in the car and Chris passed all the restaurants. I know he hear my stomach growling like Marvin's.
The school got breakfast though. But I don't want no generic fruit loops that taste like plain Cheerios.
"Chris what happened to your face anyway?" I ask out of the blue.
"I ran into a -..."
"Door. " I say finishing his sentence. "For real what happened."
"Nothing." He says.
"If nothing happened to it why are you trying so hard to hide it?" I ask.
"I still gotta look good." He says confidently.
I laughed so hard when he said that. "Good looking people don't need makeup. They're naturally flawless like me." I didn't say anything else after that. Neither did Chris.
But I really wanted to know what happened to his face. Boyfriend or not I still love him. But I want to hate him at the same time. We pulled up to the school with a few minutes to spare. I bet everyone gone be talking about the fight.
A few girls approached me. The girls I've never seen a day in my life coming up to me to ask about the fight. The people at this school are so fake. I just ignored anyone who I normally don't associate with. I know they would have done the same anyway.
I made my way into Mr. Malloy's first period science class. It feels like I haven't been in this class in forever. I actually missed Mr. Malloy irritating ass. "Welcome back Tremaine." He says.
"Thank you..." I said confused.
I took my seat next to Chris' and let the teacher speak. "We're having a all Freshman field trip to Wisconsin." The teacher informs as he passes out permission slips to the class. "There is three lines for suggested cabin mates. We won't guarantee that you'll be with your friends. But you'll have a better chance if you're the first to turn your slip in." He says.
That's not even fair Anthony is suspended he have his in late. I know if Mr. Malloy picking the groups I know he gone put me with some people I don't like. I might not even go so nothing to worry about. I put the paper in my folder. During passing period I text Anthony about it so he could print a slip online.
I hope he didn't get his phone taken away while on punishment. I slid my phone back in pocket and went to 2nd period history. I only been in this class about 3 times this year. The teacher probably don't even know who I am. "Glad you could join us Trey." Mrs. Moore said.
"Me too." I said with slight sarcasm.
I took my seat near the back of the class room. I'm happy she put me here I hear less of her loud voice." Take out your text books and follow along as I read." She says. I hate when teachers read aloud. They start off reading then call on other students. I know how to read a book. The kids be reading slow as fuck too.
I took out my books and began reading ahead of the class. I finished my notes as the teacher stopped to discuss every sentence. I texted Anthony all through class about the field trip to Wisconsin.
Me: What u put for the third person?
Anthony: I left it blank
Me: oh. Ight.
I slid my phone back into my pocket and got ready for my lunch detention. I had to get a pass and walk down to the cafeteria. Everyone was in there swarming around me looked like I'm some damn celebrity.
I got my lunch and went back to my detention. I sat in the back of the class. I finished the good food from my tray and left the rest. The dean left after attendance and Mr. Malloy walked in. Since when did he have lunch duty? I roll my eyes and sigh. I stared at my arm. It was ashy as hell. I know for sure I put lotion on it last night.
Chris must have some cheap lotion. I began drawing on my arm with a pencil. I could see the pencil marks. I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I bet I look mental drawing on myself, especially with a pencil. The bell rung dismissing the other students from their classes. I dumped my tray into the garbage can.
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Finally I had one class which was gym. I changed into the required uniform and stood by my self amongst my classmates. Waiting for the teacher to explain what we were going to do today. We had choices so automatically I made my way to the basketball gym. "Chris and Trey come here please." The coach called.
What does he want with me and Chris? I walked with him into his office. I took a seat, so did Chris. "Are both of you are aware of Stephen got suspended?" I nod in agreement. I know that but why is Chris here? "Good. I don't tolerate out of school suspensions or failing grades. So Trey since you were involved I'll need you to find a new player by Friday and inform Chris so we can practice right away." he says.
"OK ." I say.
Me and Chris already know who's the best player. I just don't want be on a team. I'm not going to get a long with my teamates besides Travis and Chris. Plus I hate having so much pressure on me. They act like it's the NBA I'll do better when I see you doing better.
I walk back to the room and shot free throws a lone. Chris asked if I wanted to play a game. I said 'no' because I know he's low key a sore loser. I don't need anymore problems. "Are you going to join?" Chris asks.
"No." I say assuring him.
"Come on. You the best player I know." He says persuading me.
"I don't like teams. I don't even get along with anybody on the team." I say.
"So. Its not about them." He says.
"I know. But it won't workout. Don't y'all have a backup or something?" I say.
"No. There's only a couple more weeks until finals. My future riding on this. Please?" He begged.
"If you'll tell me what happened to your face. I'll join" I say.
"I can't." He says.
"Why not?" I ask." Chris you know you can trust me. What happened? "
"I'll tell you at home. OK?" He says.
"Ugh... OK." I sighed.
I don't understand what's the big deal. What could it be? I questioned putting away my ball away. I changed out of my uniform and back into my normal clothes. I got all my things i needed so I waited for Chris so I could go. I stood outside by his car. He finally came out. "I was waiting for you at the door." I say tilting my head. He laughed and apologized.
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