The dancer boy

The damcer boy 14

*school* Kenny's pov:
I still feel shit. Everyone is looking at me through the hallways, even the teachers are staring at me. It's so embarrassing. Oh great. Home room. The biggest thrill of my life. It's gonna suck.
"Hey Hayley, do I look okay?"
I cloud tell my voice was cracking.
"Yeah you look fine. You look like you had a big night out that's all."
"Haha very funny"
I feel awful I have a spinny, achy head, and an upset stomach. Someone! Call the nurse!
When the teacher did roll call, she got to my name, saw my face and she went pale. She could tell I was hung over. Now she's gonna ask if I'm okay. I'm her favorite student.
"Um, mr wormald, are you okay?"
"What"
I couldn't be bothered concentrating, not in the state of yuck that I was in.
"MR WORMALD?"
"Yes I'm fine. I'm just a little hung over."
My voice cracked. Everyone started laughing at me. All the boys were pretending to make their voice crack too. I was so embarrassed.
"Kids! Stop laughing and coping mr wormald! All of you boys voice cracks at some point! So don't make fun of someone whose hung over and voice is cracking!"
Way to go mrs Nancy!
"Yeah guys stop!"
Great, now Brett is gonna get involved. Brett is the biggest bully in year 12. He is an ass.
"Hey Kenny! You smell like vomit as well!"
"Really Brett? NO SHIT!"
Okay this was getting wild. I really didn't have enough strength today to ignore Brett.
"Woah wormald! Keep it pg!"
"IF YOUR GONNA TALK ABOUT PG RATED STUFF, THEN GO BACK TO KINDY, WHEN ALL YOU WANTED TO DO WAS WATCH CINDERELLA, AND ALL THE DISNEY MOVIES! BECAUSE THATS WHAT YOU WERE LIKE!"
Whoops. Me and Brett were best friends in kindy. We both grew up in Boston together, but he moved here to Canada five years before me. I vowed to never tell anyone that he loved Disney. He is gonna kill me after school.
"IS THAT RIGHT WORMALD! HUH? WELL, IM SURE NO INE KNOWS YOUR SECRET DO THEY? WELL THEY DO NOW."
"Brett, please don't tell. It wasnt my place to tell everyone your secret. I'm so sorry."
"EVERYONE! KENNY HERE DANCES!"
That's it. He just asked for a death wish. And I'm gonna give it to him. I will have Brett dead, whether he likes it or not. He shouldn't told my secret to the class, and the people in my class' friends will tell their friends and so on. And Hayley just sat there. She didn't even do anything. Same with the teacher, she just watched the whole thing unfold. My hangover was way worse than it was 15 minutes ago. This is the worst day of my life.
"I thought we knew each other Brett. But now, I guess we are both even. We can both die even. I don't want anything to do with you ever again. I want you dead. I'm not scared to tell anyone either. You better watch your ass now. Because first chance I get, you will be left dead, wether it's leaving you bleeding next to my car. Or with a knife. I will kill you.
Then I walked out of the classroom. I ran away. I caught a plane back to Boston. I just left my girlfriend,my school, my dance club.