I don't know where I'm at. I'm just running and running, I can tell I'm scared but I don't understand why. Everything around me is blurred so I can't see where I'm heading.
I just keep running to something hits me hard on the back of my head and I fall.
Then I wake up covered in sweat. I take deep breaths trying to calm down. I look over at my clock, only 11 minutes till my alarm goes off. I get up and take a shower.
In the shower I can't help but think back to the dream, it's so weird, I've been having it for months now and I still can't tell why. I'm just glad I didn't sleep walk this time.
Snapping myself out of my thoughts I finish washing up. I get out and decide to wear my black shredded jeans with a tight white v-neck to show off my swimmer's build and jean jacket on top. I walk back to the bathroom and look at green eyes happy to see no bags from my weird dream then style my ear length brown hair so that it is swept to the side and still looks kinda messy.
I walk downstairs, passed my father and head out the door to walk to school with out eating breakfast.
After the 2 block walk I run up to my friend shouting, "hey eric."
Eric is my best friend. We grew up together since diaper days. He had blond hair that was just long enough to get in his blue eyes when he didn't gel it up, he had a tall semi-musculer build that was similar to my own.
He turns around, "hey Dom," as we into school he continues, "did you finish the English homework last night?"
Grinning knowingly, "ya I did, why do you ask?"
He scratches the back of his neck and look down sheepishly saying, "do you mind if I copy it at lunch?"
"Ya man, no problem," I say and he looks releived. I continue talking, "why do you have so much trouble with it when it's the language you speak?"
Eric just laughs it off as we enter our first class of the day, Math. Who the funk wants to start their day with math?
Anyway after the bell rings Mrs. Rabb walks in with a average height boy who had dark brown hair, practically black with these beautiful bright green eyes, he had plump lips, and, WAIT, beautiful eyes, plump lips, what is going on. I never thought about guys this way. I mean sure I never really had a girlfriend and I wasn't against gays but still. Even as I thought that I couldn't look away.
It only made it worse when he opened his mouth and said, " hi my name is Wyatt," in the most melodic voice I've ever heard.
'Screw it, I'm gonna try and make him mine' I thought.
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