A way to find out you're gay (NOCO)

New School - ONE

(CODY POV)

It's been tough after my mom died. My dad's been heartbroken, but what can we do? After the funeral, my dad decided it was time to move. He had been offered a job at a nice college in Toronto, and better pay was needed. Well, it's not needed. I'm not sure why we moved. I think my dad just wanted to move and try and forget what happened to mom.

Moving is difficult, and I can't say I'm happy about this. I had just started making friends and getting along with people here, and I'm moving.
Lame, I know. I had to move during the middle of winter break, so I basically couldn't tell anyone I was friends with who I didn't have's phone number that I was moving!

Anyway, new year's hit and I didn't even watch the ball drop on TV. Heck! I wasn't even awake. I'm ALWAYS up for new years. New house, new traditions, I guess. What was there to celebrate anyway?
I was just waiting to go to this new school, with new chicks, oh and new teachers, my old teachers sucked.
After a week or two, it was my first day.

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I walked aimlessly through the hallways, looking for my first class of the day, English. English is the worst class to be a new kid in. You already know the teacher is going to make you introduce yourself in front of the whole class and then point you to a random seat next to a guy who's sitting alone for a reason.
How do I know this? I used to be that guy.

I knocked on the door, hating myself for being late. What can I say? How could I NOT be late? A kid opened the door, looking at me confused. I watched as the teacher peaked over, seeing me and smiling. 

"Cody, is it? Come in and introduce yourself!" The teacher said with a smile. I grinned nervously as the boy who had opened the classroom door let me in, walking back to his desk. I took a deep breath, standing in front of the class and waving awkwardly. "Hi, uhm, I'm Cody..." I said with a small chuckle, scanning the classroom.

The teacher nodded, "Alright, Cody. You can sit in the back with Harold. Harold, raise your hand." I watched as a geeky looking redheaded guy raised his hand, pushing up his glasses with his other hand. I tried my best to grin confidently as I made my way to the seat next to him, Harold slowly putting his arm down and scribbling on his paper.

Now, this guy was a total geek. But that's a good thing, because those type of guys are the only type of guys who actually want to talk to me. Well, I mean, other guys talk to me, I'm cool. But the geeky guys actually agree with the fact I'm cool.

Did I mention my last school was a private school? No? Sorry. Yeah, I went to a private school. This school is nothing like that. No uniforms, meaning everyone was dressed way differently than what I'm used to, but it also meant way hotter chicks.

I tried paying attention to what the teacher had to say, but honestly, I had no clue what was going on. I'll figure it out another day. After my first class, my teacher informed me that the boy I was sitting next to was going to show me around the school. Sweet. I needed that. This school was very small... Much smaller than my old school.

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"Let me see your schedule.." Harold said as I handed him the sheet of paper with my classes on it. These halls were so confusing for what?

"Alright, your tech class is down there to the left, you should see it, just look for the numbers and you'll be fine.." He said, not taking his eyes off the paper.

"You have gym? Rough. You know where the gym is, right?" I nodded. "Gosh, okay.. uhh."

He showed me my classes, blah blah blah, nothing important.
At lunch I felt lost. I didn't know where to go, I hate being a new kid.