Closer

The Mundain

The corridors were packed as I slid between groups of immature 13 year olds, moody 15 year olds and then the cockiest of them all, the 18 year olds in year 13 who thought they owned the building.
The heat radiating from what seemed like hundreds of bodies was stifling especially in this bloody itchy blazer they force us to wear.
"S'cuse me, sorry, thanks, need to get to my locker" but still nothing. Looks like wading was the only feasible option.
So I used my two arms to push through the gaps between each and every student, no sh!ts given as to who they were or what they were doing. Another detention for being late this year isn't really on the cards if i didn't want mum to find out. She's probably too busy with Lottie and felicitè to really care though. I guess that's the advantages of babies in the house.
"Oi! Lewis!" A familiar voice shouted above the drown of chatter that echoed through the hallway. "What now lad? It probably wasn't me" I sassed back, whipping the titanium door open and taking out the leaning tower of useless education. Honestly these books were overflowing with pure bullsh!t, particularly the English Poetry book.
"You still coming to Gavin's on Saturday? I've a right fit lad lined up for ya"
"Keep your voice down will ya? I don't want the whole school knowing I'm gay Stan." I sighed, rummaging for that pathetic essay on Sylvia Plath I had due for today.
"You think no one knows?... Loui- You know what, never mind. So are you up for it or will I just cancel?"
"Cancel. Looks like I'm babysitting the girls" I replied in a monotone voice, not even looking in his direction.
I love Stan like my brother but he really needs to learn to leave other people alone. My love life is my problem, not his. I don't get why he feels a constant need to fix it.
"I've to go meet Ms. Campbell in room 16, we'll talk later." And with that I turned on my heel and walked the other way. Away from the constant probing and blind dates that never amounted to anything more than a stupid flimsy kiss or an awkward trip to the smoking area of 'Thomson's'.
What if I'm unlovable? Why don't people like me? More importantly, why do I not find anyone even remotely attractive? Am I incapable of love?
What can't I find my second PlayStation 2 controller? I guess life is full of mysteries.

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Lunch came and went in the blink of an eye, the constant hounding from my friends to go out during the weekend almost unbearable but that's practically routine at this stage.
The same applied for after school during football. I'd kick the ball gracefully and then as soon as they'd bring up dating I'd accidentally manage to hit one of them with the ball quite aggressively. But hey, "accidents" happen and I've never seen a method as effective either.
The one accident I do regret though was not seeing him standing on the sideline.
Not seeing him turn around and walk away, only looking back as soon as he'd reached that aphrodisiac that he called his car.