Let's Go Back

005

As I usually say in the beginning of every chapter, It has been quite a while. I am very excited because it's May and I only have two weeks of school left! But, then I have exams. Sooo, ya'll know that means it might be a while. But, I will try my best and I hope you enjoy!

Recap of last chapter:

After contemplating what to do with Leah in his house, Jesse succesfully sneaks her out of the house after he learns she is not a fan of breakfast. After realizing she still has his clothes, he spends the rest of his weekend as usual with coffee and studying. On Monday, he remembers the mistake of talking to Shayna Baker the week before and with her posse, they accuse him of being gay. He retaliates by insulting her, she is then described as an angry medusa, and she calls him an "ugly fag". He stops walking and she tells him he is a skinny, unattractive, smartass which is the reason no girl will go out with him. His masculinity is hurt and he internally struggles not to cry at school because of the societal standards for guys. Back to the present time, he decides to do something reckless and what normal teenagers would do. His idea is to ask a girl out. He scouts the hallways, and hesitantly picks Leah to ask out. They make casual conversation when he tells her she still has his clothes. But, she jokingly threatens to take off the shirt she is wearing which is the shirt she borrowed from him. He freaks out and asks her out, offering free food. She says yes and they shake hands. His mission is accomplished. 

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November 4th 11:34 am

I think I just low key failed that Physics test. Not smart person failed, but actually failed, failed. I had been stressing out about the "date" with Leah for 24 hours and it wasn't even until Saturday. It was effin Tuesday. But I mean what do I wear? Do I go with a casual pair of jeans and a button down? Or opt for a pair of cacky's, a belt, and some nice looking shirt I found in my dad's closet? I think I understand the workings of the female brain.

Yeah, actually I'm kidding. I have no freaking idea how the female species work. 

But, back to the shitty test. I couldn't stop tapping my feet or control my breathing. I was a conflicted, hyperventilating mess. I recieved the test and I couldn't even answer the first question. It was a stupid short anwser question:

Name:______________

My hand shook with caffeine and I scanned over the front page of the test. 

I hated this. I found it hilarious that just because I'm considered smart I love homework, am the teachers favorite, and actually pay attention in class.

Hell no. 

It was something that came naturally to me. I developed my studying habits in 6th grade after I realized I was failing History, Math and Science due to my excessive procrastination. And my obsessive, middle school crush on Angelique San-Germain who moved from France. Not only did she have the most beautiful accent I have ever heard, but she was a foot taller than me and most of the 6th grade boys by at least a foot. She ended up moving back to France because she was being harassed by high school boys and dealing with cyber bullying. 

I still felt a rip in my heart the moment I saw her tall form brush past me in the hallway as she walked with her head down and tears running down her face. I watched her run into the bathroom, long, dark hair flying behind her. 

It disgusted me. 

Even as an 11-year old boy who knew nothing of social interaction and the online world came to a realization that us damn Americans just can't handle anything new sometimes. Anything that stands out from our culture or looks physically different was criticized or looked down upon.