Dear diary

First day of the last year

Mitch's PoV
The school bell rang indicating time to get to my first class, art. I basically ran there not wanting to be late considering it was on the other side of the school. I arrived at the class just as everyone was walking in, I kept my head down and made my way to my seat. My seat was located right at the back of the classroom. I set out my paints and pencils (I preferred to use my own). The teacher was talking about her personal life, as usual and I carried on painting, uninterested. I felt myself becoming fixed on staying inside of the lines.

The classroom door flung open, loud laughter distracted everyone, including myself.
"Okay, I'll see you later" Scott basically shouted to one of his team members.
"Sorry miss, I was talking to coach about our next game and lost track of time"
She excused him, accepted his apology and told him to get straight to finishing his painting. He was late, by a good 10 minutes and because of this, the only seat available was next to me. He slammed his bag down unintentionally as he was so heavy handed and began unloading his canvases and supplies. Even though he was without a doubt the most popular boy in school, he took his work very seriously, it was out of character for him to be late.
As he sat down beside me, I began to get this weird tingle in my stomach. Something I had never felt before. I don't know whether it was because I skipped breakfast or that I was dehydrated but whatever reason it was, I wanted it to stop.
The class went by super quickly, Scott didn't address me at all except for the time he told me that I had leant in some paint and ruined my jumper. Other than that, he didn't say a word to me or look in my direction. I mean, why would he? He wouldn't want to be seen talking to someone like me.
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Before I knew it, the school day was over and I was heading home. I could finally go home to my computer and work on my latest project.

I decided to walk home instead of taking the bus, it was a nice day and I had just downloaded a new album that I wanted to listen to.
The music turned into what felt like white noise, background music, as my head felt clouded with thoughts about Scott. Scott. Scott! Why was it bothering me so much that he sat next to me today?!? Why did I care that he touched my arm to lift it out of the paint?!? Why did I feel like the a/c was turned off the whole lesson and the classroom was getting hotter and hotter?!? Why is he taking over my every thought? I'm so distracted by just the thought of him. But this is the first time this has happened. I have never felt this way about anyone before. Ever. I mean, I've always known I was gay, my parents are so loving and accepted me straight away so I do not think that the fact Scott is a boy is confusing me. I don't understand this. Why do I feel like my whole being and existence will collapse if he does not become mine... Why do I want to be his so badly?
I don't even know if he's gay, I'm just being stupid now. Of course he is not gay, someone like him couldn't be gay. Even if he was, why would he fall for a guy like me?

Annnnnndddddddd I'm home.
I spent a good hour thinking about Scott and I was so distracted that I didn't even notice my music had stopped playing.
"Mum?Dad? Anyone home?"
Nope. Didn't think so.
I found a note on the kitchen counter:
'Don't think we will be home in time for dinner so we have left you some money to get whatever you want, love you, Kissy boy'
Ugh, I rolled my eyes as I read the horrible nick name. I wasn't hungry yet so I went straight to my room.
I've been waiting all day for this. I grabbed my lucky pen and began to write, hopefully this will stop me constantly thinking about him...

Dear diary,

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A/N
AGH OKAY THAT WAS SO BAD BUT IT'S MY FIRST CHAPTER IN MY FIRST BOOK SO PLEASE NO HATE.
I hope you liked it, I tried kinda hard to make it as interesting as possible. I hope it'll get better... I don't know.
Anyway, leave a comment and tell me what you think.
Byeeeeeeeee