HIM

"Who am I?"

 When i got home from school mom wasn't home yet. I ran up the stairs and sat next to my window and i thought.

"Who am I?" 

I am a boy with brown curly hair, freckled face, blue eyes and until today, straight. I went into my drawer and digged for my journal. In my journal i wrote songs, drew a bunch of crap and just wrote in. It was black and thick. I took it and sat it down on my desk. I thought more about the strange boy. He was handsome. I don't want to think for a second that im gay. But lying to myself wouldn't change the way i felt. 

Ding.

Jessica: hey, sorry about yesterday.

It was Jessica. After she blew up on me yesterday i haven't had the courage to text her back. It was now 8:56pm and mom hadn't come home yet, i figure she was out at a bar or on a date. I sighed out of bordem got up and showered. I slipped off my clothes and went into the steemy water. It felt good. 

"Ssaghh!"

I screached, aperently i have a bruise from when the boy kicked me, it stinged, it was so blue.

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I woke up in the morning to find no one home. I got dressed. this time a baggy white shirt with black jeans and doc. Martens. I got my journal and my backpack and skate boarded to school.   

When i got to school campus i sat on a red bench and took my journal and began to draw him.i tried so hard to picture him in the right position. Ten minutes into drawing him i already had a base.after 30 minutes of drawing it was done. 

BRINGG!!

"Shit"

I quickly got to class and sat down where i sat yesterday. I took out my pencil and paper, began to write the date and what was on the board. I suddenly looked over at the door, there he was. Late. Again.

MR. GRAY MORRE IS IT?

"Yes, sir"

YOU ARE LATE AGAIN. DETENTION.

Gray morre? I think to myself.

Gray's pov.

I saw him again today. He was drawing in some black journal. I wonder what he was drawing. I don't understand why I keep thinking about him. Yesterday my anger and my love crashed together and made me go bilistic. I didn't mean to frighten him. I needed to let my anger out. When i was about to bunch him i looked into his eyes, and i felt his fear. He cried in front of me. I cant denie it any longer. I've never should've done that,if i try to talk to him now he'll just be afraid. 

I glance at him

He saw me staring he looked scared. 

My question im asking myself is, who am i? And why do i feel this way towards him?

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