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Chapter 13

Weeks have pass. Everyday, I get the same looks from most people: disgust, strange. Some would come up to me and tell me how disgusting I am while others would tell me to embrace who I am and don't be afraid of it. The good thing is that Nolan puts down his torture game, seeing how I avoid Xavier every possible way I could. But then, I realize that Xavier hasn't been hanging with his guys. In class, he would sit with them, but never talks to them, even when he has to. During lunch, when I, sometimes, go to the cafeteria, I would see him sitting at a table, alone. The first few weeks, he tries to make a conversation with me, and I would usually give him a one word answer or a gesture, like a nod of the head, or a shrug of the shoulder. Then after those weeks, he would try to come up to me, but I'll just walk away or tell him I have meetings for SBA or NHS.

Speaking of meetings, I wasn't lying to him because I actually do have meetings. You see, the first homecoming game is tonight and throughout those weeks, we had constant meetings on the 'homecoming extravaganza,' which is going to be a bonfire and a carnival at the same time. For SBA, as president, I have to handle paperwork. Thank god for being president, because I get to assign the hard jobs to the other officers, like managing the club for booths, calling for carnival rides, and all that stuff to prepare for it.

I walk around the carnival area, seeing some volunteers who are finalizing some booths and rides. I would say that this event is going to be a success, seeing the rides and booths that everyone loves. One of the officers called the people who handled the annual summer carnival, asking if we can borrow the rides. Now, here it is. Of course, we had to pay, but looking at it now, we made the right decision. Last year's homecoming, we didn't have the carnival because the old president procrastinated and it was too late to have one.

"Does this look good, Scott?" Calvin, SBA's vice president, ask, holding onto the banner that said 'Homecoming Carnival' up.

I purse my lip, looking at the banner's position. "Can you put it up a little bit higher?" Calv, complies, putting up the banner a little higher. Smiling at the success position of the banner, I give him a thumbs up when he looks at me. I continue walking around the area. The homecoming game starts about 2 hours from now and I still need to get ready for it. I want to be bring Maddie, but surprisingly, she doesn't feel like coming, so she decides to stay at Riles house for the night.

"Scott!" I see Claire, running towards me. She hands me the clipboard, which has each clubs and their booths on it. "Booths are done, rides are ready, but we aren't. So let's go and get ready."

"Okay, okay." Calming down Claire's excitement. "Calvin!" I yell out to him, causing him to stop whatever he was doing and run towards me. "Here's the clipboard; everything is set. But can you please just go over it again? Just to make sure." Handing him the clipboard.

"Wait ... You're going to the homecoming game?" He ask.

I nod, being abruptly grab by Claire as she guides me quickly out of the carnival area. "Whoa, Claire. Easy."

"I'm sorry, ScottieBoo." She, then, calmly walks, letting go of my arm. "He's our vice president?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, he's way hot!" She exclaims, fanning herself dreamingly.

"Go for it, Claire." Laughing at her crush on Calvin.

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We got to the school's football field. 30 minutes till game time, which sucks because Claire took her sweet ass time. The reason for her long ass time getting ready because she wants to impress Calvin. Once we got to her house, she cannot stop talking about Calvin and how 'totally abs-eliciously hot' he is - her words, not mine. Little does she know that Calvin is not actually come to the game or the carnival. Being almost late is kind of my fault, but I didn't want to rain on her parade. And I want to know what she say about him, so I could report them to him on Monday. I was shock to hear that Calvin has a quite attraction to my best friend; he told me a week ago about it.