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My heartbeat

07:13am

Incoming text:

From: Jamaal

"good morning."

He sent me a good morning text. I've never got one before. I smiled. It woke me up. I slept with my headphones on and I put the whole Katy Perry "Teenage Dream" album on loop and the music was still playing. I texted him back saying "Good morning to you, too, kind sir!"... and after about thirty seconds I got a text from him saying: "I'm waiting for you outside. Hurry up!"

WHAT THE FUDGE!!!?!??!

I JUST WOKE UP. I'M NOT READY LIKE AT ALL.

I tried to be ready in fifteen mintues and I did. I put on school clothes, brushed my teeth, made my hair(actually, the way I slept that day took care of it for me. That was a lucky day.) and was actually ready in fifteen minutes.
I didn't care if I looked good. The only thing I cared about was not being late, I didn't want Jamaal to wait. I didn't care the way that I looked because I usually find it comfortable to be in the clothes I like and I hate wearing all the things I used to wear when I was needy. Today I had on a T-shirt with Stewie from Family Guy on the front, jeans and a really comfortable, soft and warm cardigan. I went outside.

"Hi! I'm sorry I'm late. To be honest I was actually still sleeping when I got your good morning text."

"No prob. The weather is great so I didn't mind. I should have told you I wake up early in the morning."

We started walking slowly towards the school.

"Why do you wake up so early. You barely go to school." - When I said that I immediately regreted it because I thought I offended him.

"Haha! Fair point. I don't know, I just... my body just wakes up early. No matter how late I go to sleep when the sunlight hits my window I'm up."

"So... if you don't mind me asking, why are you going to school today?" I said smiling, to let him know that I'm not serious, while putting my headphones on.

"Well, my literature teacher finally gave us a homework I like so I'm going to give her my homework."

"Wow, what it is about?" I asked. I was actually really impressed he liked literature.

"Oh, it's nothing..." and he stopped walking. We were in front of a really old (and possibly abandoned block). Three guys came out of the block and said hi to Jamaal.

"Hey what's up? Who's that fag?" said one of them.

"Hey, I'm gonna crack your legs if you don't stop talking" said Jamaal.

I was standing there. Didn't say a word.

"We're walking to school imma meet you guys later" said Jamaal kinda in a hurry and started walking. We got away from the walk and I said "Are those your friends?"

"Yes, they're bit of a pain in the ass but they're good boys."

We then continued our walk to school. We talked basic stuff. To be honest I didn't think about our talk after it ended and the classes started. The whole day i was concentrated on my studies and didn't think about Jamaal for a second.

It was recess and I was discussing our Philosophy homework with one of my classmates and I heard someone shouting in the hallway. There was a fight going on outside. The freshmen boys already started shouting "fight" numerous times. I knew it was a fight and I wanted to see if some teachers are around... Then I saw who was fighting...

It was Jamaal.

It was Jamaal and some boy that goes to our school but I don't personally know.

I ran and tried to seperate them.

"Don't touch me Matthew, THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS TO PAY"

"JAMAAL COME ON LET GO, COME ON, BACK OFF YOU'RE BLEEDING." I noticed he was bleeding from his nose so I thought I can use this to make him stop fighting him.

Luckily our history teacher showed up and helped me so we could seperate them. The teacher took care of the other boy and I made Jamaal go outside and get some fresh air and I went out with him.

"Will you tell me what's going on? Why are you fighting him right now? Don't you know that all the eyes are on you right now? They're all chasing an opportunity to...''

"Yeah, I know. They wanna expell me. They don't want me in their pretty little school" Said Jamaal angrily with sadness in his eyes. He turned around and started walking but I ran up to him, stopped him.

"Where're you going??! You're bleeding! Let's go to the nurse!" I said.

"Oh yeah, let's go! He's probably there so I can break his nose." Jamaal said.

"NO! You're staying here! I have some handkerchiefs. I think I can take care of your wound. It's not that big... Let's sit at that bench over there."

The school bell rang. The class is started.

"Go! I'll take care of it. You'll be late!" said Jamaal

"No, don't worry. Now just stand still" I responded

"Go! Now! You'll be late!!!"

"I have philosophy and I am not big of fan of the teacher... don't worry 'bout me....... so tell me what happened? Why were you guys fighting? I hope you a have a good story just like my philosophy teacher."

He smiled.

Apperantly this doucheface read the homework Jamaal wrote for his literature class and started telling everyone the personal things he's written. He's written about his family, about his life growing up and his guilty pleasures such as writing. Everyone who was once scared of him is now laughing at his face thinking he's gay.

I wasn't actually mad at him for starting a fight at school. I actually think I would've done the same thing even though it's not my style.

Before I know it we were face to face. His nose looks a bit better but it's still purple.

I felt kinda awkward and nervous...

He smiled again.

He said "Hah, I can feel your heartbeat. Why are you nervous?" with a slight chuckle 

There wasn't anyone around. Everyone was in class. It was just me and him.

I said "I'm not nervous. I'm just trying not to hurt you."

"Okay"

"But we really should get you to the nurse. I'm sure that the douchebag's gone now."

"Okay, let's go." Jamaal said but that smile from before didn't fall from his face.

I hope he didn't thought I was hitting on him or something...

We're in front of the nurse's cabinet.

"Go now. You're super late to class. I don't want you to get in trouble because of me." said Jamaal

"I told you it's not a problem."

"Go, go! Really! I'll take care of myself. Go!"

"Okay I'm going. But call me if you need someone to carry you home"

"I love this song." said Jamaal. I didn't get what he was talking about.

"Which song?"

"We are young by fun. Don't you know em? You just said some of the lyrics."

"Oh yeah, I know that band. Hah, didn't even realize."

"Go now! "

"Okay, I'm going, hah. Bye!"

"Bye, Matthew... and thanks."

"No problem." I responded with a smile.