Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 

Since I hadn't necessarily looked up at who I was supposed to lead around the school like he was a dog on a leash, I didn't realize I had volunteered to show around the gorgeous creature who had helped me earlier. When I did look up at him he was walking down the aisle to the only empty desk, the one right next to me. As he sat down I tried to have as little eye-contact as possible so he couldn't see how lustful he made me. He couldn't be gay. How could someone as perfect as him be like me, a disgusting monster, a bother to every one else, not to mention a complete fat-ass.   

"Hi," he whispered in his melodic voice as he sat down,"I think I may have met you." He glanced at me for a minute then continued to stare at his blank notebook. I kept looking at him for a minute until I was afraid he would catch me and then I also joined him in looking at my blank notebook on my graffitied desk. 

The teacher continued droning on about some formula for some principle of some biology unit. As I glanced over at the new kid, "Mr.Way" as the teacher referred to him, I saw him sketching intently in his notebook. It looked quite impressive. It was some sort of superhero or something. Maybe a vampire. Or a zombie. But I couldn't look too closely or he'd notice.   

I looked up at the board to see what everyone else had learned today. Not understanding anything it said I reminded myself to ask Ray about it. 

I heard the shrill bell and stumbled out of class as quietly and swiftly as I could. Next was lunch. Which required hiding my non-existent lunch from teachers.  

"Wait! Frank!" Someone yelled. I heard my name and spun around only to see Mr.Way directly in front of me. "You need to show me around and stuff," he said, back to being his past meek self.  

"Oh. Right. Sure." I spat out surprised by his sudden appearance. "Just get your stuff for lunch and meet me at me locker. It's number 243."  

"Okay!" He strutted away with surprising vigor and excitement. What had I gotten myself into? 

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