No End

Mr. Popular

School is a boring place. At least classes are. The three of us went back to math right before the bell rang and me and Brendan went to English.

The English teacher is a strict, loud and angry witch. She's probably the worst teacher in the school. Sometimes if you stare for a long time you can see the warts and green skin. She even cackles the few times she ever laughs.

Gym. Spanish. Lunch.

Lunch was a real killjoy for me this year since Jack had the lunch after mine. Our luck had to end somewhere I guess. Even Brendan isn't in my lunch. I wondered if his was before mine or with Jack. I hope he has it before me.

There's a bell that tells us to start heading to class but I like to wait because I know Jack's class is leaving for lunch. They aren't supposed to, but a lot of people just walk out of class anyways and it's not like the teachers can stop them.

Drama (Jack dragged me into it). History. Home Ec. Science. School ends. Yay!

Me and Brendan walked out of science together. He was talking about something. I wasn't listening at all. I couldn't stop thinking about everything that happened. I know I said that school was boring, it was- is. But every class with Brendan was like having a celebrity at school.

Word had already gone around about how he beat Charles. As soon as the teachers introduced him people would recognize his name and start muttering to each other. When he tried to walk over to me to talk during gym, he was instantly bombarded and taken away by the crowd. Asking questions like "is it true you took down Charles?" And worst of all "omg you're so cute! Will you be my boyfriend?"

Wait. Why should that question be bad? Isn't it a good thing he's so popular...? A pain shot through me at that moment. It just hit me, we're so different. Too different.

"Chad. What's with that look?" Oops. I forgot I was walking with Brendan. That's right... If we weren't brothers, he wouldn't be talking to me right now... But I wouldn't've known his existence if he wasn't my brother now so it wouldn't've even mattered.

Still... Everything that happened... And if he wasn't my brother he wouldn't've walked to me to talk once he finally was able to escape the crowd. He probably would've made friends with all those people. Had 1, 2, 20 girlfriends! Instead he felt pity and talked to lonely, little me. I'm tired of others pitying me...

"-ad! CHAD!" Someone was yelling in my face.

CLAP!

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Starting school now so I'll be on hiatus