Why did this have to happen to me? I am absolutely bored and the only way to cure boredom is my friends. The only way to reach my friends is through my phone but because of the holes of this crappy bus stop the clouds tears are coming through the only shelter I have right now. Which is gonna get my phone wet so therefore I can't call my friends. THEREFORE I CAN NOT CURE MY BOREDOM. Okay now that I am done with my rant for today hi my name is Nathaniel Foxington. But since I hate almost everything about that name, I tell everyone to call me Foxy. As I turned my head down the street to see my ride to my school I reached in my pocket to find my bus pass. And as soon as I got it out the bus doors opened so I could get on. I flashed my pass to the driver and walked towards the back of the bus. Thankfully the bus was empty for the most part except for a guy who was dressed in all black. He was sitting in the corner staring out the window with his black snapback basically covering his eyes. He looked pretty depressed maybe he's having a bad day. I should try and cheer him up. I decided to sit in the seat right in front of him.
"Hi I'm Foxy what's your name?" I say with the best smile I could put on and stuck my hand out. He lifted his head a little and gave me a "why the hell are you talking to me" look. He grabs my hand and shakes it firmly.
"Zac pretty weird name for a dude?" He said with slight irritation. Dang what crawled up his butt and died?
"Yeah I guess but anyway you okay? you look really depressed in your emo corner thought you were gonna start crying" I dramatically put the back of my hand on my forehead and close my eyes while tilting my head back. I slightly opened my eyes to see him chuckling lightly. I'm happy I was able to help him.
"Oh really well i'm not the one named Foxy that's so gay" He started to laugh at his own joke. He just had to go and say something like that. Well I guess it's time to defend sexual orientation all around the world from clueless people like him.
" How is that gay? and my name has nothing to do with sexual orientation? " I didn't know how to look at him. What expression do I make? I don't want to smile but I don't feel like this is the appropriate time to glare at him. I just knew I wanted an answer from him.
"Don't get so defensive who cares anyways it's not like your gay?" He just smiled like he said nothing wrong but I saw something different in his eyes. It was an emotion that I couldn't describe. But maybe he's just ignorant.
"Yes I am" He immediately tensed up because of my comment. Then he looked out the window not interested in the conversation anymore.
"Jokes like that aren't funny" he said in a very gloomy tone.
"Too bad it's not a joke" And I swear his face dropped all the way to hell. His eye's filled with rage and directed all that towards me. Please don't be one of those people.
"Are you kidding me that's fucking disgusting you fuck with other dudes you should be ashamed of yourself and just die there's no reason for your kind's existence" Dammit now my whole day is ruined. Why does he have to be homophobic? I thought I could talk to him and just make him happy and maybe there was a slight possibility to be friends. But noooooo give me a fricking break universe. Guess only thing I can do is smile in situation like this. It's irritates the crap out of people trying to ruin you.
" So it's safe to assume your straight" I say with sarcasm laced in my words. That just added fuel to his fire. So he pulled on the wire and activated the stop request, making the bus stop at the next bus stop.
"Yeah straight from hell and ready to make your life miserable" Well this is how I wanted to start my day. He glared at me and practically ran to the bus doors. He waited for the bus to stop and then pushed the doors open. And when he got outside he raised his middle finger high enough for me to see it. The bus started to move again and his imaged moved out of the frame of the window. Well at least my stop is next. I continue to stare out the
window until the gates of my school came into view. I raced off the bus and stood at the gates of Littlewood High. It's the first day of school im praying to anyone who will listen that there will be someone new. My school is in the most boring and stereotypical town that has ever existed. So there's not much people that don't paint with a broad brush if you know what I mean. I started walking past the gates. They did some renovations on this place it looks less like a school built in the 50's. I look around the courtyard to see my favorite brooding place. Yessssss the willow tree finally got its leaves back. All is right with the world just one more thin-."AHHHHHHHHHHHH" and there it is. I slowly turn around and see my favorite brunette in a "Let's get one thing straight I'm not" shirt, ripped jeans, and a rainbow beanie. He froze when our eyes met. I looked down and just smiled at myself. I dropped my books and took off my bag. I spread my arms apart and looked straight at him.
"Come on you big baby" He started to cry and started running full speed. There was a problem he didn't slow down when he was getting closer to me, But there is no point trying to stop him now so I brace myself.
"FFFFFOOOOOOOXXXXXXXXXXYY"
Not long after that a tear stained, snout bag, eyeliner running boy tackled me to the floor. He hugged me tightly and buried his face in my chest." I missed you so much you just stop taking my calls or texting me back over the summer I thought you fell off the face of the earth" I just hugged him back wanting to stop him from being hurt by my actions.
"Don't worry I didn't forget about you and I'm fine I'll make it up to you I promise Chrissy" He lifted his head and looked at me and gave me a smile. But his bright smile dimmed into a gloomy one when the school bell rang. He got up and reached a hand out to me and I accepted it and used him as support to stand back up. We started rushing to our homeroom. Oh how rude of me this is my best friend Chris. He is one of the reasons I get up in the morning. And just in case you didn't catch the hint yet he's gay. No I think that's an understatement he is EXTREMELY GAY. And for some reason he doesn't like most women and heterosexual men. And unrelated to that even though it was the first day of school we both knew were to go since we been here for like ever. So it was super funny watching the newbies frantically trying to find there homeroom. Me and Chris got to Miss Venus's class and found our seats. Good thing she doesn't believe in assigned seats so I get to sit next to the window with my beloved friend on my left. As I looked around the room I noticed no one new. I guess we dont get any fresh blood this year. And at that moment Miss Venus came through the door to start class.
"Hello children I hope you all had a nice and safe non-illegal active summer" One thing I love about her is that she's super chill and her priorities are on point. She's a great romodel.
"Anyway we have a new student but I don't see hi-" she was interrupted when the door to the classroom opened and then the face that I've been trying to forget shows up in the one place I least wanted it.
"Oh there you are well everyone this is our new student Zac Jinson" Miss Venus said. He puts his hand up and gives a little wave. He didn't look interested in socializing with us. But since its the law to be at school he has no choice.
"Hi everyone it's nice to meet you all" Zac said with absolutely no enthusiasm at all. He started to scan the room. I was trying so hard to seem unaware of his presence so I stared out the window. I could feel his intense gaze on me.
"Lets have an intresting school year" That's when I gave up and looked at him. Our eyes met his blue ones against my brown ones. I made the mistake of looking down at his lips. I wasn't surprised when a dangerous smirk was on full display. Welp looks like my school year is just gonna suck some major butthole.
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The bully we all know and..... love?
RomanceThe most annoying thing is being attracted to your tormentor. And Nathaniel Foxington knows this first hand. Isn't that right Zac jinson.