"So, Tweek! Did you do your homework?" Wendy nudged me with her elbow, and I knew she wasn't talking about the measurements worksheet for math. She was talking about the mass amounts of "gay icons" on the Internet she suggested- no, demanded that I watched on YouTube. Some of them were just guys that did makeup videos.
"Yea. I didn't get to the last three, but I managed to sneak in a few videos before it was too late at night." I rubbed my eyes, remembering that I still needed to wipe the sleep from them. Last night was...interesting to say the least. I can't get James Charles' voice out of my head. I turned sharply around a corner before I ran into a hoard of giggling teenage clones. Wendy noticed me dart around them and quickly followed after me.
Wendy and I are very different, sure. But we can both agree on one thing, most girls our age are really...ehh. Maybe that's why I'm so gay. All the toxic vibes I get from these girls must have something to do with my lack of interest in their percentage of the population. Joke. I'm joking. Not all of them are too bad, to be honest, but I feel bad for Wendy. She's gay too. Well, she's bisexual. And shes very dense. she insists her feelings for Bebe Stevens is nothing more than a "girl crush". Bebe is one of the in-between girls, she can hang out with whoever she wants.
As I'm turning the lock on my locker, I hear a couple of girls squeal behind me. Aw, shit. I turn around and take a short glance at Craig Tucker. We are friends, but he's been busy with sports and such. His dad wants him to get a sports scholarship, so he's been in every sport this school has to offer. He just doesn't have enough time to hang out anymore- "HI, SISTERS!!!"
"AAHHH!"
Clyde Donavan.
Brunette, ladies man and memester.
A total dreamboat.
Another joke.
I hear Wendy let out a snort, but she tries to cover it up by coughing. She doesn't really take a particular liking to Clyde, he and Bebe used to date so I guess she sees him as a threat or something. Wendy is very territorial.
She keeps walking down the hall to her locker and shoots Clyde a glare as she turns the corner.
"Ouch." Clyde deadpans.
I finish my locker combo and open the metal door, it's as messy as three coffee cups and some school notebooks can be. Which, compared to Clyde's locker, isn't very messy. I put the extra stuff that I don't need for first period into my locker, and slam it shut. I turn away from the wall and press my back into it.
"Anyways," Clyde says, as he leans beside me on the wall. "How's it goin'?"
"It's going good so far," I reply, tucking a smallish tousle of hair behind my ear for the hundredth time. I'm seriously considering just cutting it off.
"So far? Man, you've gotta lose that attitude twitch, not everyone is out to get you-" Clyde stopped mid-sentence to finger gun a group of passing girls. They all shrieked at one another and kept walking, one of them tossing a piece of paper in Clyde's direction as they turned the corner. Clyde caught it effortlessly like he knew it was coming and opened it. He vocalized his disapproval with a sigh and dropped the paper lazily on the ground.
I stomped on it for him.
"Was it her number?" I asked cautiously. I knew it was, but awkward silence is so unbearable.
"Oh, you know it." Clyde smiled sadly, pushing the small piece of dead, processed trees into the middle of the hall. "I should just stop."
"Stop?"
"Playing 'hot het'" Clyde sunk down to the floor and ran a chubby hand through his hair. "Maybe I should flirt with more girls?"
I laughed at this, but only for a moment because I couldn't tell if he was joking, he is kinda stupid.
"Or you could just talk to Toke-"
"Hey, Clyde," Token said, looking down at him and then glancing up at me. "Talk to me about what?"
"Ahhhhh, nothing! You still have that grad party on Saturday?" Clyde is sweating buckets, token definitely notices. "Uhhh, yeah. Of course. Wanna walk to English with me?"
Clyde hops up immediately.
"Aight! See ya twitch!" Clyde shoots me some finger guns and follows token down the hall past a group of whispering girls.
I sit on the floor and wait for the bell.
YEA I know some of these words are distasteful and the themes are cliche,,,,but holy shit ill never write anything as seriously as this for the rest of my life. which is Very sad.
