In Love With My Gay Friend (EDITING)

: TWO

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       I immediately changed onto my spare clothes. Good thing that I had always leave my gym clothes inside my locker room for emergencies such as these. Though presuming that it had never happened before, I still was glad that I never bagged it and brought it with me at home. It was a little blessing sent from above. I knew I was an accomplished girl scout, or whatever.

I swept my hair into a clean ponytail, washed my face with warm water and tried to at least make my face a little decent than earlier when I first taken a notice of my face with all of my mascara running along my cheeks as if I literally was a raccoon transformed into a human being. With the powder and lip balm as my remaining salvation, I simply redeemed the remaining of my sanity back and calmed down.

I was the typical one-word kind of person in my school.  But I was not a geek though. I had a couple of decent friends that I could hang out with and call me stupid when I leave them for Kirk. I know, stupid and beyond selfless of me. But what other reason could I have to save my reputation, but a simple 'in love'. And that was enough of an excuse from hurting them for turning their offers down before.

I was not good with socializing either but that was never been an issue for me. I was mostly carefree so I didn't have any issues with people getting mad at whatsoever. Never the one to care too. I was also was never that fully engaged with my ex's circle of friends. I never liked their vibe to be honest, and I could also tell that they were pretty uncomfortable with me around. Kirk was the one to tell me to stay away from them, or not fully converse with him when his friends were around. That made me sad but still, idiotically, followed his orders around.

I went inside my class without saying any word. My teacher didn't seem to noticed me since I sneaked in silently. Good timing, it was a film showing about Holocaust. It was given as an early research so I kind of had read about it beforehand. Who knew my boredom would've given me such a great excuse to actually study at hand.

I nearly jumped in astonishment when I felt someone had tapped my shoulders. It was Mel. I shifted on my seat and looked back at her.

"Where have you been?" She whispered. "And what is with your clothes?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell you the deets later. Promise." I whispered, trying not to sound rude.

She flipped her blonde hair towards her back and gestured me an 'OK' sign. She giggled and it nearly woke our professor. But luckily, he was in a deep slumber, snoring loudly.

I was actually not in the mood to explain what had happened to me. Not to anyone to be precise. But knew that I would have to eventually tell her.

We waited few more minutes before the bell rang. Our professor woke up and nearly fell off his seat. I didn't bother laughing as what my classmates did since I hurriedly rushed out of the classroom.

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        The Math subject ended early as I pay no attention to it. My body was there but my mind flew somewhere else. I didn't know what the topic was all about and continued doodling around my mini notebook. I seriously tried my best to understand whatever she was mumbling around but to no avail, I just couldn't stop thinking about what happened earlier.

The bell rang. And finally my last period was almost over. Truth to be told, I wanted to go away, go further, go home and talk to no one. I just seriously wanted to go. Guess I got too tired for thinking too much. The drama really got me. 

But by the time I reached the last corridor someone grabbed my wrist.

I spun around to see that it was my friend, Beth Howards. Her face was painted with wariness and mortification. Her black eyes shot straight at mine. 

"I kept calling your name, Joey." Beth looked at me. "Are you okay?"

"I-I'm sorry, Beth." I averted my eyes. I clasped the books near my chest and gulped.

"How are you? I heard what happen." She said, causing my eyes to widen.

 Facepalming, of course, it had to be him. Kirk always the type to spread rumors, faster than a plague. That dickhead. Getting frustrated over the situation, I cursed, swinging my bag's strap higher on my shoulder. I got a little bit more conscious about the people around me.

"Great." I grunted and breathed heavily. "Look, Beth. I'm just too tired and I badly need to rest." I excused myself.

"I know. You know, I can help you. You want me to drive you home–"

"I'm sorry, I just - I want to be alone." I stated honestly.

"But I can help you --" She said.

Bursting, I exclaimed regretfully. "Fuck's sake, Beth!" It took me three seconds before the realization kicked into me.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Beth raised her hands in mock surrender, slowly walking back against me. "Yeah, you - Just call me when you need something." And she turned around and left.

"Beth --" I blinked and felt my eyes stung. Feeling more of the guilt and the rush of emotions overwhelmed me so much that the whole hallway suffocated me. Stopping the tears from falling, I tilted my head up and ignored the students looking at me, some were whispering and I just knew that I couldn't keep up with such torture. Walking away I decided to drive myself home and just leave everything else.

I did believe as well that I deserved to have my own time after such a shitty day. Stepping up the acceleration, I couldn't wait anymore seconds to reach my own apartment.

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EDITED!