Secrets

Chapter 2

As I park my Bugatti in "my" parking space, everybody surrounds my car.

"Yo man! I haven't seen your ass in forever! Where did you go?" yelled my best bro, Jake, as he ran up to give me a man hug when I got out of the car.

I laughed as I patted him on the back before taking a few steps back and raising one of my eyebrows at him. "You got something to tell me man? Have you been checking me out? Sorry to let you know this, but I don't run for your team."

"Woah! Hold up a second! Are...are saying that I'm gay? Heck no! Dude, you know I don't do crap like that." He threw his hands up in the air before running them through his hair. I laughed internally when I saw I got him riled up over nothing.

"You know I'm joking right," I asked as I looked at him. I tried keeping my laughter in, but when I looked at him again I couldn't do it. "Oh god! Oh my gosh! You should've say your face. This is.... I can't-" my laughing stopped as I got shoved into my car. I looked up at Jake to see him trying to keep a serious face. He was failing. The next thing I know is that both of us are laughing our heads off while everyone else around us is giving us the weirdest looks. With that, we laugh even harder until we ran out of breath.

"Alright man, lets go get our schedules and see what class we have together. After that, Coach Brown wants to see us in the stands." I tell Jake as he groans really loudly, causing everyone to stare at us.

"Hey baby, long time no see. Wanna hang out later tonight?" Sarah, the play girl of the school, asked. She grabs me by the collar and tries to give me a kiss. I lean farther and farther away as Sarah gets closers to me. I mouth a simple "Help me!" to Jake as he snickers and walks away, leaving me hanging.

"Yo Jake, wait up, I gotta tell you something!," I yell after Jake, leaving Sarah pouting and whining behind me as I jog up to my bud. "Thanks for the save bro, I will keep that in mind when you would like me to help you on something!" After a while, of making a conversation, we arrive to the office and ask for our schedules.

"MY first class is AP Mathematics, what about you?" Jake asks me.

"I have Carnegie French." I replied as I looked my schedule over.

"Dang...I knew you were smart, but seriously? Carnegie French?" he said as he looked up at me while shaking his head.

I hit him in the arm before replying. "Well unlike you, I am smart and get my work done on time. Anyway, what locker do you have?" I asked as I looked down, yet again, at the paper to find out my locker number: 142.

"I have 140. What locker number do you have? It better be near me!" said Jake as he started down the hall.

"Calm down! You sound like a clingy girlfriend," I shiver, and not in a good way, as I was about to my next sentence,"like Sarah." I say her name like she's some disease I don't want to get, but hey! That's kinda how I feel. It's harsh, I know, but I can't help it with her. She brings out the mean side of me.

"Now it's your turn to calm down. I have never been, and never plan on being, like that girl, if you can call her that." he barked back stopping after turning into, yet, another hall. Dodging around people as we hurry to god knows where.

"Here we are!" Jake exclaims as he abruptly stops almost making me topple over him.

"Danget, man! Next time warn me before you stop in the middle of the hall!" I said as I look at what he had his hands raised at. His locker? Really? That idiot had to showcase his locker? I thought as I shook my head laughing at his idiocy.

"Yes O'wise one. Praise the locker of heavenly light. For it shall light our way for our upcoming trouble." I said sarcastically as I drop to my knees and pretend to praise the locker. I looked at Jake to see him laughing before he saw me looking at him causing him to immediately stop. We stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.