5- Not Gonna Lie Ty

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Tyler and I had exchanged numbers, and we've been texting practically every day for the past week. We didn't get another chance to hang out, because we were both too busy getting ready for school. Speaking of which, it started tomorrow. To say I'm nervous would be an understatement.

Thankfully, Tyler offered me a ride so I wouldn't have to walk in on my own. I hope we have a lot if not all our classes together; I don't do well with strangers and it'd be nice to have him there to basically talk for me. Maybe I'll get along with his other friends.

I was sitting in the living room with my parents watching a movie. It has Tom Cruise in it, but that's all I know. My mind has been running with thoughts of tomorrow, so I haven't been paying attention to it. My phone vibrated on the coffee table in front of me. I leaned forward to grab it; I had a text from Tyler.

Tyjo- Hey u ready 4 school tomorrow?

Spooky Jim- Not gonna lie Ty (ha that rhymes) I'm freakin out a bit

Tyjo- You'll be fine!! Even if you don't have all ur classes w/ me, you'll probably be with at least 1 of my frens. I'll introduce you 2 them 1st thing in the morning.

Spooky Jim- I really appreciate it Tyler

We talked for another hour or so until he went to bed. I stayed up a while longer, not on purpose, but because my mind wouldn't shut off. My brain was playing every bad scenario it could think of. Finally, I drifted off to sleep around two in the morning.

My alarm went off at 6:45. Groaning, I rolled over trying to hit the snooze button without opening my eyes. After knocking a few things off of the nightstand I finally managed to hit the button. However, as soon as my arm dropped back down, my mom burst into my room.

"Rise and shine, Josh!! First day of your junior year! My baby is growing up so fast!" She opened up my blinds and pulled my blanket off of me. She does this every year on the first day of school, and every year I hate it. I mumbled something unintelligible into the mattress as she flitted about my room.

"Ahh!" I shouted as my mom started ticking the bottom of my feet to get me out of the bed. "Mom, stop it! " I kicked her hands away from my feet as I sat up and rubbed my face.

"Start getting ready, I'll make you some breakfast. Remember, you need to meet Tyler at his car at 7:30!"

I pulled myself out of the bed and into the bathroom. I quickly washed off before getting out to dry off my hair a bit. I looked at the white towel and grimaced a bit when I saw pink dye on it from my hair. All my towels are stained various colors. What color should I do next?

I wrapped a towel around my waist before walking back over to my room. I pulled on skinny jeans, which was hard since I didn't dry off all the way; the fabric kept sticking to my skin. After I finally got the jeans on, I pulled on a black t-shirt that had the Vans logo on the chest in white.

I pulled on my snapback; I hardly ever go without it, and a pair of red vans. I also grabbed a red hoodie because Tyler told me inside the school was basically a freezer. Being too lazy to carry it I went ahead a slid it on.

I jogged down the stairs before going into the kitchen. I smelled the eggs and bacon before I saw it, and there was a lot of it. "I texted Kelly and told her to send Tyler over for breakfast too! Just a little something since he's driving you to school."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a light knock at the door. I hopped off my stool and went to go let Tyler in. He was wearing black skinny jeans and an orange short-sleeved button up with little white anchors on it. He was adorable.

"Good morning." He said quietly with a smile.

"Morning, come on in." I held the door open wider and stood aside. He walked in and I shut the door before following him back to the kitchen.

He and my mom exchanged greetings before we sat down and started to eat. Once we finished, it was time for us to leave. I gave my mom a hug and a good-bye before grabbing my backpack off the couch and following Tyler out the door.

We walked over to his car in silence. It was a comfortable silence this time, not awkward like the last time we did this.

We listened to the radio on our way over to the school, exchanging small talk here and there. My nerves from last night came back and I started to fidget with my hands. Maybe I can go to the bathrooms, them come back out and say I threw up before first period starts; Tyler interrupted my thoughts.

"Josh, I can tell you're still nervous, but you don't need to be! My friends will love you, one of us will walk you to all your classes, and you can sit with us at lunch! It'll be fine." I looked over at him and gave him a forced smile. I was extremely thankful for Tyler right now.

We pulled into the parking lot. Kids were everywhere. The school was a bit smaller than the one I went to in LA, but there were still a lot of people. I hadn't noticed Tyler had turned the car off and gotten out, until he opened my door.

"C'mon Josh, it'll be fun I promise. Well, as fun as school can be." He said softly.

"Whatever you say, Ty." I sighed as I tried to get out of the car. I forgot to un-do my seatbelt, again. I could tell Tyler wanted to laugh, but he didn't; probably because how nervous I was already acting. I managed to get out of the car and grab my backpack out of the backseat of his car.

I turned and faced the school, letting out another sigh. "Tyler!" I heard someone call. Mt head snapped to the right and saw three guys walking towards us.

One was tall and lanky with a big blonde streak going through the front of his dark hair. There was another lanky one, but not as tall; his hair was in a quiff. I don't know what I noticed first, the fact that this guy had the best lips I'd ever seen in my life, or the fact he had a HUGE forehead. He made the forehead work though, he was actually pretty hot. Not as hot as Tyler, of course.

The last one was a lot shorter than the other two; he was probably shorter than me. He had dirty blonde hair poking out from underneath a black fedora and thick framed black glasses.

And so it begins.

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