jorge pov : I wake up in the clothes I was wearing the day before while laying on top of the covers. I must of fell asleep while watching TV last night. I rub my eyes and look around my new room. i've only been here for two days and it's already a disaster. i check the time. 7:53 School starts at 8:05. I quickly stumble out of bed and change into a pair of black jeans and black long sleeve top.
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(this outfit)^ I decided that I don't want to draw any attention to myself. I run downstairs and grab a banana. "Hurry, you're going to be late for school!" my mom says as if i'm not already aware. I dash out the door, but i already missed the bus. Shit. Think, think, think. Yes! I spot my brothers skate board on the lawn. I used to skate with Louis when we younger so i know how to ride one i think. (i'm just gonna pretend that's what loulou stands for. and it's pronounce loo-ee NOT lewis) I quickly grab it and skate down the sidewalk.
** <(that means time skip btw) I arrive at school at 8:07. Shit! I'm late. I set Louis board behind a bush in the school parking lot. Hopefully no one steals it. My anxiety starts to kick in as i find my first class. English. I quickly open the door and am met with everyone's eyes on me. mostly glares. "Late on the first day, Mr....Garay, is it?" She checks her class attendance list. She raises her eyebrows waiting for an answer. "I'm afraid so," I mumble. I hear a few students laugh. I think i heard someone whisper, "Queer." Whatever I don't really care. "You can have a seat in the back," she points. I look to the back and there's a group of jocks and what looks to be popular girls. Great. I take a seat in the row right in front of the back. There's no way in hell i'm sitting with them. I hear the jocks laugh behind me. They all wore matching letterman jackets. I'm assuming football. I feel stares coming from every direction. They probably weren't expecting a new student. I place my headphones in and play 'Obstacles by Syd Matters' to calm myself down. The teacher continues her lesson. I feel a ball of paper hit my head and I immediately turn around. The guys in the back are laughing. "what are you looking at, queer?" one of the boys whisper. I roll my eyes. I decide to ignore them and as I'm about to turn around, I notice one of the jocks with brown hair and hazel eyes. He's laughing along with them. His eyes meet mine and his smile quickly fades and he just stares. I turn around. Dickheads.
