Complete Me (boyxboy, gay)

First Day

I'm a freshman at my high school, and as much as I don't want to wake up at 5:30 in the morning to catch my insanely early school bus that comes each day at 6:27, I'm really excited to go and hopefully meet with all my expectations.

While getting ready, I can't help but hope and wish that I have my classes with him.... Mathew that is, my pale spanish football player "pal" . I've known that Mathew is gay before he probably even had any suspicions himself, I don't know I just have a really good sense at seeing when someone is gay or bisexual etc., it also helps that he hasn't had a girlfriend in four years, stares at me 24/7, and determined to make sure everyone thinks he's straight - even if that goes as far as telling a young boy in first grade not to hug him because guys are suppose to hug girls. It goes way beyond that of what I just pointed out that adds to my feeling that he might be gay, but I simply don't have enough time to just go and explain everything to you! Unfortunately we've been at a awkward stage now since he thinks that I HATE him over some false allegations that he called me a dirty slut, and a creepy faggot. I was ignoring him all of the last part of last year and I'm just now feeling really bad that it was all for nothing. It hurts even more now seeing that we seemingly don't "know" each other anymore.

Well, I'm finished and ready for school and after all this intense thinking, I'm ready to go on the bus. But not before I stop and check myself in the mirror. I eye myself in the mirror. Going by others descriptions of myself, I am a really skinny, light-skinned black boy, with a adorable face, and jawline sculpted by the gods.... I've always been told I have a girls body, I mean I have a thigh gap, flat body and a "big firm butt" ,if I wanted to flatter myself, and apparently I also have a personality of a girl. No that doesn't mean I'm a huge stereotypical gay guy with pink hair, not that there's are anything wrong with that, I just generally have the personality of girl and it's very hard to explain. I've always used this theory to explain why so many guys flirt with me unconsciously, even if they were 100% pro-vagina.

Turns out my stepmom is driving us to school, thank goodness. After arriving to the school 20 minutes late, and going to the auditorium to get my first period teacher and class room number, the teacher of the class I was in for almost 50 minutes now is just now realizing that I'm in the wrong grade and I was in the wrong class this whole time. The class next to me was my real class, so I had to walk next door and get my schedule for the rest of the day from that teacher. I knew Mathew wasn't in that class because that was a regular math class and Mathew was light years ahead of me in math, even though I'm really smart in math I just didn't do my homework the year before so I was put in a base class probably filled with annoying people who talk the whole class and bother everyone. The rest of the periods came and I knew NO ONE. Lunch came and I saw him as I was looking for my friend kaylee, he looked completely embarrassed and he immediately hid his head in the sea of other bodies passing by me, and I saw him again walking back to his lunch table. As for lunch it was awful, the rest of the classes went by and I didn't see him in any of those classes as well. Just my luck right?

The next day, I had to take the bus, and as I walked up inside the bus I realized that Mathew was also on that bus with me, he immediately stop talking to his friend and seemingly sunk into his chair so that the bus seat in front of him hid his entire body. I was feeling absolutely like trash, and this kid decided he wanted to sit with me and tell me his ENTIRE life story as I was feeling like I was literally in tears from my stomach, I don't even remember what he looked like or what his name was. When the bus arrived to the school I sat in my seat and digested the fact that I was actually going to die, as the other kids walked pass me through the isle. When Mathew passed my seat he gave me a note. The note said that he wanted to talk to me about something at 1:20 in the bathroom of D building today. I was thrilled and all feeling of death and sickness seemingly went away, distracting me from going to the school nurse and walking around the campus with my friend. That feeling of sickness quickly returned and I found myself running to the clinic and taking a giant dump in the toilet of the bathroom. I didn't want to miss my day seeing that it was the second day of the school year, so after that giant release of digested food in the toilet, I felt better, not better enough to return to life, but better nonetheless. We had a substitute in my first period, so I had still yet to see my real teacher in that class again (we ended up having a substitute for the whole week which I later realized was a blessing in disguise) . After being sick for years too long in my head, I finally decided to fuck the second day of school I was NOT trying to throw up in front of a class of people that just met me and a substitute so I just asked politely to go to the clinic. The substitute had to call to make sure the nurse was at the clinic, but she didn't realize I was actually about to throw up in front of everyone. While on the phone I let out all my toxins TWICE, while the substitute was still on the phone, where then the kid next to me was screaming and being a complete inconsiderate asshole you would expect in a base level math class (no offense, not everyone in a base level math class is a annoying prick, I mean I was in one and had some friends in that class, it's just A LOT are) and as a result the whole class reacted to my double incident, then finally the same substitute on the phone talking to the clinic took it into her own hands and was screaming. The clinic actually decided to bring me a wheel chair and wheel me out of the class, where I sat in the clinic for 2 hours and waited for my stepmom to bring me back to my house. Everything annoyed me, from the banging feeling in my head knowing that I missed my meeting with Mathew in the bathroom and knowing that he would think I stood him up, to the small things like the clinging sound that the gate made entering my neighborhood. I felt better in like 30 minutes and took advantage of the time laying in bed on twitter and watching Netflix.

The next day my first period classmates seemed generally concerned and asked how I was and if I was feeling okay. Definitely a much better response then expected going to my sixth and last period I found out that my schedule had been changed to a different science class, I was moved to a honors class since my science scores were amazing, if I do say so myself. I passed the class several times looking for the it. I was wearing really tight skinny jeans and some annoying jealous kid, At least he was annoying and jealous at that time ;) , pointed out to his friend my jeans and they were all laughing. I ended up being in their science class and sat in his table. I think I hate him lol, he is so ugly and frog faced. HIS name is Javon....