The High School Project

♥ One ♥ "Connor Wilde is not Gay"

"Connor Wilde is not gay." I somewhat laughed, although what I really wanted to do was slap the guy I didn't even know the name of. Now I could go on and on about how Connor Wilde is definitely not gay. I could spend a long time naming and listing all his girlfriends he's had in his life (including the ones he had before his fame), but this not a documentary on Connor Wilde, this is the story about how my life went from normal, to not so normal. So I'm just going to get on with it.

"Summer, you've been obsessing over a gay guy for two years, how do you feel?", another guy asked me, pretending to hold a microphone. Of course I found it too immature to find funny yet him and all his friends found it hilarious and burst out into fits of laughter. Normally, I would've had some cocky or sassy comeback but I didn't think those boys were mentally advanced as I was to actually understand what I was going to say.

"You're just jealous you don't have thousands of girls drooling over you." I rolled my eyes, not too impressed by my bland comeback. I waited for them to reply, but none of them did, they just carried on with their work. They really didn't have a comeback for that? Seriously, even I had a comeback for that.

"Okay class, settle down!", Mr. Thomas announced, setting a pile of papers on his desk. The group of guys slowly went back to their desks and the class fell silent. For the next 10 minutes I payed no mind to whatever it was we were supposed to be learning in History and just doodled in my notebook. The smell of sharpie pens soon started to fill my sense, bringing me off the dreamland once again, a place I often visited.

"That's all for today class.", Mr. Thomas told us, wiping the whiteboard at the front of the class clean. I slung my bag over my shoulder as I watched everyone make there way out of the room, joining them after only a few students lingered. As I stepped out into the hallway a hand grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face them.

"Summer!", my best friend, Diana, shrieked. I rolled my eyes at her enthusiasm. Diana is beautiful. I always loved the way her perfect auburn curls fell just above her shoulders. I loved that her eyes were a tree green colour with flickers of brown in the middle. I would've done anything for her picture perfect olive skin.

"You act like you haven't seen me in a year!" I giggled because in fact, we saw each other in first period, which was maths. She was always quite the drama queen. Once, I had a "family emergency" (which turned out to be my uncles rat dying), so Diana called the police when I didn't answer my phone after 8 hours. She got in a load of trouble from her mum when we returned, but I just found it hilarious.

"A whole lesson without you is like a year, everyone in my class is so boring!", Diana moaned, folding her arms across her chest. I giggled at how childish she was acting and slung an arm around her neck. She gave me a toothy grin which I gladly returned and we started walking to our most favoured place in the whole school.

"Come on, I'm starving and the longer we stand here the worse my mood is going to get", I said, pulling her to the Cafeteria. We may have had different personalities, but one thing we had in common was definitely our love for food.

Once we both had a few slices of pizza and a cupcake like the unhealthy people we are, we sat on our usual table. Our table was the one in the corner of the room that no one else dared to touch or even look at. We talked about random things for a while like how the new teacher Mrs. Evergreen was the largest thing we had seen before, (the fact she had a husband amazed us) but most of the time we were busy stuffing our faces.

"Have you seen the new guy yet?", Diana asked, eyes widened and biting into her second piece of pepperoni pizza. I shook my head, confused at what she was saying. A new guy?