Helpful Insight (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Three

I wake up to my alarm. It is 6:30.

It is also the first day of school. I groan.

At least I'm a Junior. That means only two more years left. Hard to believe that next year I'll be graduating. Where will I go? What will I do? I haven't even thought about if I want to go to college or what I'm going to major in, if I am going to even major in anything at all.

There is something that is on the edge of my mind. What is it?

A dream.

A dream? That means I fell asleep again. Wow two nights of sleep! Wait, what was it about?

A boy. Except it wasn't just any boy, it was the boy from the mall.

I start to feel fuzzy. I only met the guy once and already I'm crushing on him. Not like it's going to do me any good, it will probably just torture me.

Come to think about it he probably doesn't even go to our school. I mean our school is big, but I've still seen everyone at least once or twice each school year.

I glance back at the clock, it is now 6:50.

Crap!

I quickly grab my towel and get ready. The first day of school and I'm already going to be late. Let's just hope this day goes by fast.

(Later)

The day had been terrible. As soon as I walked through the door there were insults flying from everywhere

"Loser!"

"Freak!"

"Emo!"

Each one strikes home, but I never let them see. That would only encourage them. Instead I keep my head down and turn up my music. It helps me ignore the world if I can drown my ears with noise.

But I can't get the insults out of my head. They are always there in the back of my mind eating away at my sanity. I'm slowly falling apart. Slowly, but surely.

The bell rings. Finally. Lunch.

I put my stuff away and head for the lunch room.

There are so many people, but none of them are anywhere close to being my friend. But I guess that's alright, I'm used to it.

I grab my food and sit at my usual table in the very back of the cafeteria.

I look down at my tray. It's some kind of fish burger on a bun, a piece of bread, some fruit, and a carton of milk.

At least I have an excuse not to eat much. That's about the only thing that is good about these meals, no one will question you if you don't eat. Well, it's not like anyone would notice anyways.

I sigh. Might as well eat a little.

I pick up my fork and am about to stab my fruit, when I hear a tray clatter from across the table. I look up and my heart stops.

It's the boy from the mall.