Loving Myself

Chapter 2

A week has passed since the incident with Kevin, who was suspended for two weeks for destroying my property. It's been a wonderful week as well since Jarick and Matt don't harass me when Kevin isn't around.

When the incident happened dad had arrived during my third period, science, with my chair. When he arrived I was called down to the office to acquire my chair and talk to dad along with the principal, superintendent, Kevin and his parents. Drake had been excused from the class as well to carry me down to the office along with my working crutch. That's when I found out that Kevin had been suspended for two weeks along with having to pay to replace both of my crutches which cost $150.00 and I should have the new ones either Monday or Tuesday.

Let's just say that Kevin's parents were not happy with their son for picking on and I quote, "the poor crippled boy," end quote.

Let's just say that dad was not thrilled with their choice of words about his son regardless if they didn't mean to insult me. Dad blew up on them telling them that they were 'ignorant twat'. Dad is originally from Doncaster, England, which is 76.2 miles from Liverpool, England. Dad moved to the United States when he was only 18 years old to attend the University of California, in Berkley, California for his Audio Production Degree and now is a Music Producer in Hollywood. We live in San Francisco near the bay, I think I forgot to mention that before.

Drake picked me up for school this morning in his black Chevy Avalanche since we're going to the skate park after school and I'm staying the night at his place. Drake picked up my sports wheelchair this morning, dropping it off at his house before we came to school this morning since he doesn't want anyone messing with it in the back of his truck.

"Mr. Martin, pay attention, please," Mrs. Peacock says snapping me out of my daydream. I hear a few chuckles as my cheeks flush.

"Yes ma'am," I mumble turning my attention back to her. She's lecturing on the novel we've just started earlier this week. I've already read this novel, 'Of Mice and Men' so I zoned out on her lecturing. Drake smirks at me before turning his head forward.

Finally morning classes have ended allowing us to head to the cafe for lunch. Making our way to the cafe, grabbing food from the line we sit at the table where Drake and I always sit with three of of our other friends. Well technically they're Drake's friends, I'm not overly close with them but they're alright.

There is Bianca Green a tiny little thing all around. She's probably no taller than 5 feet three inches, maybe 110 pounds with long wavy chestnut brown hair and the palest sky blue eyes. She's sweet but really quiet and but she at least talk to me more than the other two. I can picture her and I becoming friends.

Then there's Julie Creston, I really am not that fond of her. She's cold and bitchy. The typical high school cheerleader that thinks she's better than everyone. Granted if I was a straight man, I would find her very pretty. She's probably around 5 feet 7 inches, with long straight light brown hair that she slightly curls with light hazel eyes.

Last but not least is Archer MacLean who is sexy as a damn Greek God. He's 6 feet 4 inches tall, broad muscles in all the right places. He has semi-curly hair that is messy, two days growth of facial hair always. His eyes where or how do I even describe his drop dead gorgeous eyes. They are the sexiest blue-gray eyes that I've ever seen in my life. (These 3 characters will appear in another story).

I have a hard time talking to Archer because I'm find him so attractive and I'm terrified that I'll make myself a fool by saying something wrong. I have no problem making small talk but anything bigger than that, I freeze.

"Hey gals and guy," Drake says plopping down in a chair next to Julie. Drake and Julie are casually dating. They go on dates with each other and are fuck buddies but they also go out on dates with other people as well. I really don't get their relationship but whatever it's not my concern.