I Swear to God I'm Straight.... Right?

Introduction

2015-WoodLand, Canada
"Shut up, you piece of shit!" I scolded my alarm clock as I slammed my hand on the snooze button. "You know I'm not a morning person." I said as if the alarm clock could hear me. Of course, I realize it can't actually talk back. But sometimes I get lonely, okay?
     Anyways, let me introduce myself. My name is Liam Cadwell. I'm 18 years old. I freaking love video games and netflix. Yes, I suppose I can be kind of a fanboy sometimes, but hey, who doesn't get the feels over sad fanfics? Yeah, it's probably just me.
     Oh, and I probably should be getting prepared for school, which starts in- crap. Um, I think it's 3. Yeah, 3 days. Gosh, I have a crappy memory. Who cares. I sure as hell don't.
     I picked up my video game controller and decided to play some video games, to get me back to my normal cheery self. I just hate waking up with a blaring alarm clock. So basically, I hate waking up every morning. That shit happens every morning.
After I passed level 6 on my game, I felt good as new. I smiled gleefully as I poured some cereal for myself. After breakfast, I stayed on the internet for the remainder of the day. Yep, that's basically my day to day basis. Wake up, eat, internet, eat, sleep. Well, I live alone, so there's nobody to really talk to. I do occasionally talk to my internet friends.
     Anyways, I lay in bed, my eyes slowly closing as I nod off into my dreams.
I wake up to my goddamn alarm clock again, but today was different. Something about it was different, I can't remember. I check my phone. It's September 1st. Wait. Today is the day. Today I start school. I get up and shower. Shortly after, I got dressed in the average man's jeans and white graphic tees. This is a real pain in the ass. 3 months of summer finally coming to an end. I poured myself some cereal and added the milk.
   I'm walk to the door, but I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something. Oh shoot I almost forgot my backpack! Now I'm walking to the door. Right as I get to my car it starts raining. I don't have an umbrella but it's whatever. I have to get to school early though, because I have to receive my schedule. I drive a '67 Chevy Impala in the color of black. Such a beautiful car. It's been in my family for years.
I Just get to school and there's a big table. I say my last name, Cadwell. They pull out my schedule and I see my classes.
1st period Language Arts - DAVIS
2nd period PE - THOMPSON
3rd period History - YOUNG
4th period Science - HILL
5th period lunch - N/A
6th period Math - SCOTT
7th period French - GREEN
     I'm wondering if I have any classes with Clara. And just like that, I'm looking for her. Clara Meadows. She's my best friend. Hell, she's my only friend. We're not a couple or anything like that.
     I found her, waiting alone at the lunch tables. Likely texting me. I approached her. I said "Hello" and just like that a wide grin appeared on her face. She opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but didn't. I thought nothing of it. It was that moment when she went in for a hug.
     We hugged for about 10 seconds before she backed away. She asked for my class schedule and I was about to show it to her when the obnoxious bell rang. We each exchanged goodbyes and went our separate ways. I found the room 829 and stepped into the room. That's when I saw the person I would be looking forward to seeing every day.