The Boy With Weak Legs (Short Story)

Chapter 5: Mondays

Mondays are the worst.

There is always those days that just plain suck. Days that just suck frog tongue. Wanna know mine? Monday. Mondays are always bad for me. They. Are. The. Worst. Some time today my day will be screwed up. I don't know when, I just know. Take it from me - it is going to happen today. Chandler is supposedly coming to hang with me today at lunch. Stating that brings joy into my heart. Unfortunately, that comes in a few periods; periods over thirty minutes long.

At this moment I was chatting with Allan Fritz, also known as, 'the guy who wants me.' Think about it! He is constantly getting on me about my sexuality! Its annoying yet I feel somewhat flatter he wants me. How cute. My history with gays go a while back. I have met a few during my trips to England for the summer. I genuinely do conversate with gay kids my age and even friend them if they have a nice personality. I do not discriminate nor do I treat them as garbage. My mom and dad have always told me too never judge a book by its cover.

"Have you met Elizabeth Gardner yet?" Allan asked me.

"I don't recall. Is she a freshman I should meet?"

Allan shook his head, "nope. Well, yes and no. She's a senior that will tell you everything you need know. She helped me out."

"What about that thing you told me about? Sorry for the sudden change of subject. But I just remembered you telling me about that." Allan's face changed from happy to frowning.

"Oh... That? Yea, I just want you too... Go out with someone. Someone who has a crush on you." He finally said.

"Allan, I am not gay. I told you that already." I told him. "I have no interest in boys. I am just a single guy who hasn't found- or ever will find a girl that will love me for me. Also, I just got here! How does someone already like me?"

"See, stop doing that to yourself. You are a very adorable. Want proof? The girls around here can't stop talking about you. Just because you have screwed up legs doesn't mean you aren't attractive Dante. Do you even talk about yourself like this in front of your parents?" He asked.

"No, I don't. Tha-thanks for that. My self-esteem has definitely boosted a bit." I gave Allan my best generous smile. In response

"Anytime Dante. Well, I should get going. Boyfriend is waiting for me." Allan patted my back and stood up. "Catch you later Dante." I waved goodbye and gripped my walking sticks. "Time to find Chandler." I said to myself.

I stood up steadily from the stone bench, letting the warm spring breeze push at my small frame. "Hello, Dante." A robotic voice said to me from behind.

I turned around, looking at a familiar face. "Hey, Chandler!" I greeted.

He waved. "How are you?" Chandler shrugged his shoulders. "I take it that you are doing good ya?" A smile formed on his face. "Very good."

Immediately Chandler pulled out his phone.

I don't wanna go to class!

"Me neither Chandler," I sighed, "but we have to get through this school."

Fair point. Let's go.

Chandler and I went towards the seven hundred building for our fourth period. The school has provided me with an extra privilege as of today. During the switch, I can take breaks if I want too. Like seriously, I can do that. That's why I sat on the bench waiting for Chandler to show up.

The two of us made it to class just as the third bell was going to ring. Fitzgerald greeted the both of us happily as we walked over to our seats.