Well, that's just fantastic, I've being rejected again. It's a month and a half until the Valentine's Day dance and every girl I have asked has said they are already going with someone or that they aren't going. Which I know is a lie, because all the girls at this stupid school have a "reputation" to uphold. I'm not the most dashingly handsome boy at this school, and I'm damn sure not the ugli-I mean unattractive, so why won't anyone say yes? I don't understand what is wrong with this school? Why do we categorise ourselves like food in a supermarket? I honestly have no idea why I'm thinking this; it wouldn't make any difference even if I did try to change anything.
'Hey doofus how'd it go?' my best friend Jeff says snapping me out of my thought induced stupor.
'Oh, yeah, rejected as usual.' I say disgruntled before continuing
'Maybe I should just give up.' Jeff puts both his hands on my shoulders and says
"Hey, you will find someone to go to the dance with you; this school has an even number of students."
"But how many people aren't going? That could make total attendance an odd number." I say, knowing Jeff isn't going to be happy about me proving him wrong.
"I didn't think of that. Well, have you looked at the list?"
"I am not going to count every person who is going to the dance Jeff; I'll look like I'm desperate."
"You are though."
"Well, your right but still, I don't want people to know." Jeff sniffs and then says
"I didn't mean count everyone anyway, I meant look at who doesn't have a date and ask those girls."
"Pretty sure I've asked everyone anyway."
"But you aren't perfectly sure that you've asked everyone, so you should check the list to confirm that you haven't asked everyone." I sigh,
"Are you serious?"
"Yes Xavier, I am serious, now hall your ass to that list!"
"Fine, let's go then." I give up arguing and follow Jeff to the list in the senior's block. I totally forgot an introduction, my name is Xavier Reed. I'm fifteen years old, and have no date to the dance. I'm in Year Ten, at Brown High School. I have silky black hair which hangs down over my forehead and around my head. I have black eyes and I'm a medium height. My dream is to become a politician. Not one of those politicians who accepts people kissing his butt and not listening to the public. I want to become a politician so I can change this country, change Australia. I want to be, to be like an Australian John F Kennedy in the twenty-first century. You know, be the peoples Prime Minister. But, but that's gonna take a lot of work. A lot of work like ten, twenty years or something. High grades, sophisticated language and a university degree are all needed to become a politician, and a thick skin so as to not get offended by criticism, which I can't deal with that well. I have a mild temper, and Jeff has a talent for being annoying. So we make a good team. I only have my Mum who I live with, and my hobbies are average, watching television and playing video games and that's it. I don't play sport, that's to mainstream. In terms of popularity I have some friends, but I'm not considered one of the populars. Which is absolutely fine by me. Oh, and I've never had a girlfriend, that's a recurring theme in my life.
Jeff and I finally reach the list and have a read of it. We have a look and after thoroughly reading the list I come to the conclusion, there is no girl around who is still single for the dance.
"Well look at that Jeff, every girl is going with someone."
"Hmmm, maybe we could go together."
"No, just no Jeff. Why would you even say that? People would think we're gay."
"So? There's nothing wrong with being gay."
"I didn't say there was, I just don't want the populars to think any less of me." Jeff is clearly confused and asks
"I thought you didn't care what they thought anyway?"
"I don't, but if they knew we were going to the dance together, then they would spread rumours and that would be it."
"What would be it?" I sigh, I hate having to explain this sort of stuff to him
"It would be it because I wouldn't be able to get girlfriend if the populars spread a rumour that I was gay."
"Oh."
"Yeah so your idea won't work." I say in an angry tone. Jeff doesn't seem to notice though. Then, somebody, a boy's voice asks me from behind
"Um, hi there, I was wondering if you could help me."
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When You're Young
RomanceXavier Reed is a fifteen year old high school boy who doesn't like to play sport, isn't very academically smart and loves his video game time. Xavier doesn't have many friends, except for the goofy and nerdy Jeff. But his life is soon about to chang...
