New friendships and new enimies

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The next day...

Joeys pov:
I woke up that morning and I took a shower . I had to go as soon as possible and I have to go right now! It'll be okay if I go at 6:30 I'll make it then. Class starts at 9:00 I'll just make it. I wounder if mr. Dawson wants to talk about that kiss?

Joey got out of the shower and got dressed. He ran downstairs and said goodbye to his family.

Joey: by mom!

Joeys mom: by sweetie *kisses his cheek*

Joey: by Nicole, Jett!

Nicole, Jett: bye Joey!

Jett: best buds forever.

Joey: and ever * high fives jett*
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Joey got to school at 8:45 and just made it to his first class, miss. Schwartz and after that class he walked swiftly to miss. Paytas class and mr. Dawson was last and when he got there he was right at the door.

Joey: *winks at mr. Dawson*

Mr. Dawson: hi Joey.

Joey: *smiles* hi.

Mr.Dawson: stay after class today.

Joey: oh, okay.

Joey took his usual seat in the frount of the class. And looked down at his pencil and a paper went in frount of him. It read:

I know what you did with mr. Dawson. And I won't tell anyone but stay away from him or I'll make sure you do. Back off. Joey graceffa, leave mr. Dawson alone, and stay away. I'll get you.
- R

Joeys pov:
Who wrote this? I turned around and none of the kids were looking at me or showed any sine that they wrote the note. But why would someone do this. And who is R? Did they see us kiss? What if they did? Should I tell mr. Dawson? I felt a tear in my eye, why can't I be with him?

Joey: *raises hand* can I go to the bathroom?

Mr. Dawson: yeah, go ahead Joey.

Joey: *stands up and leaves the room*

Joey got to the bathroom and went to the stall. And immediately started crying.

Joey: *crying*

Joeys pov:
I don't understand! Is it rong that I love him. Why the hell would someone say that they "will get me" . I have no reason to cry, I can handle this. I wish I had a friend here to talk to... My dorm roommate hasn't even come yet. I don't know who it is. Why can't I just be happy here!? Atleast know one bully's me like in high school... After that thought I cried even more.
I looked around the stall until I found a small price of glass. That will do. I slowly moved closer to my skin, letting the sharp object edge closer to my arm. I was almost about to carve a deep cut until I herd a knock at the bathroom stall.

????: Joey are you okay?

Joey: *puts the glass in his pocket* why are you here? How do you know my name? * opens the door*

????: well I have mr. Dawsons class with you and you've been in here for 10 minutes. Mr. Dawson wanted me to come and see if you were okay.

Joey: Tyler I'm okay.

Tyler: okay, good , wait how do you know my name?

Joey: like you said I have class with you, and you are always getting called on.

Tyler: oh right. Wait, were you crying?

Joey: oh. * wipes his eyes* um...no

Tyler: yeah, you were. But I'm not gonna ask why. * puts hand out* friends?

Joey: sure! * shakes Tyler's hand*

Tyler: let's get back to class.

Joey: okay.

The two boys walk back to class and Tyler sits down. But mr. Dawson geusture stop Joey to come over to him.

Joey:* walks over to mr. Dawson

Mr. Dawson: * wispers* Joey, why were you gone so long?

Joey: nothing....

Mr. Dawson: you were crying. Your eyes are red.

Joey: yeah, so?

Mr: Dawson: no student of mine can be sad or depressed.

Joey: well what are you gonna do about it?

Mr. Dawson: I can't do anything about it, but if there's anything on your mind you can tell me * smiled*

Joeys pov:
We both know what he's talking about. He's talking about the kiss....

Mr: Dawson: go sit down. And meet me after class. Only 2 minutes, okay?

Joey: yeah okay.

Joey went to sit down and waited for the bell to ring.
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Sorry it's kinda short. But I have to go.

And I don't want to say this to be rude. I'm just so happy.

I'm going to vidcon this summer and I'm meeting Joey! Too bad Shanes not going :(

But keep reading! :)

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