Ugh, I hate Mondays. I wish everyday was Saturday or Sunday.
The main reason why I hate Mondays : school. Everyday is the damn same. 4 classes, then lunch, then 3 or 4 more classes and on Wednesday football practice.
I get in my car and drive to school. It’s not a long drive, just 15 minutes, but it’s the perfect time to relax a bit and prepare myself for the horrors of Starlake High ( and yes, it’s really called that). I blast some of my favourite music out of the speakers of my car.
When I arrive at school, I already want to turn around and head home again. My classes are just too boring. Nothing ever happens, sigh. When I make my way to my locker, I see a group of girls standing there. Not this again. I always reject them, but they always keep trying. It’s not that I’m vein or anything, it’s just that I’m not into them. At all. In fact, I’m not into any girls. They’re just gross and they give me the creeps.
So, if you haven’t guessed yet, I’m gay. I’m sure if I came out, the girls would leave me alone. I don’t even know why they like me in the first place. Okay, I’m not ugly, but I’m also not that handsome. My best friend Ian thinks it’s because of my body. I work out 3 times a week and I used to be on the swimmingteam. I quit that last year. Now I play football, but no, I’m not the quarterback. Just a player. The quarterback is Michael, also a good friend of mine. Me, Ian and Michael have known eachother for years. We know everything about eachother, but they don’t have the slightest clue about me being gay, and I would rather keep it that way. Not beacause I’m afraid they’ll tell everyone at school. I couldn’t care less about that. I know Ian wouldn’t care about it, but Michael is a whole other story. His parents have raised him to be a huge homophobe, just like my own parents by the way. The only reason why I haven’t come out yet is because I don’t want to ruin my friendship between me and my best friends, and I don’t want my parents to hate me. Yes, they would hate me if they knew. They think gay people are sinners and followers of Satan and all that shit.
When I reach my locker, one of the girls, who I recognize as Bianca, steps forward and almost pushes her breasts in my face. She’s a typical case of a blond bimbo who thinks she’s all that.
“Hey Jake” she purrs seductivly (not). “We were waiting for you”.
“Oh really?” I ask without any interest in my voice.
“Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to walk me to class?” she asks me while putting one of her skanky hands on my chest and battling her eyelashes. Is that supposed to be attractive or something? I quickly grab my stuff out of my locker and slam it shut.
“Sorry, can’t, gotta go to class” and with that said I turn around and walk towards my classroom, leaving behind a very angry Bianca. Like I care, the girl is a complete hoe.
When I arrive at my class, I see Ian is already sitting on his spot. I walk to him and sit next to him.
“Hey man, what’s up?”
He looks at me and smiles.
“Yo bro, I’ve been good. Had some girl ovr last night. It was fucking amazing! How about you?”
“Nothing much, I just ran into Bianca though. I think the girl wanted to rape me or something!” I tell him while pulling a disgusted face. Ian burtst out in laughter.
“Haha, that girljust doesn’t take a hint. Why don’t you just give her want she wants already? Then she’ll leave you alone, and she knows how to please a man”.I just stare at him blankly. Just the idea makes me want to throw up.
“I’m not a manwhore like you” I simply say and turn away from him as a sign that this conversation is over. He just huffs. I know he doesn’t like to be called a manwhore. He always says that he just calls it living your life and go crazy. To me, he’s just a manwhore. He almost slept with every girl in our year, and even most girls in the year under us. So you call him a manwhore, but he isn’t a bad friend. He just has a lot of ‘needs’, but when I need him, he’s always there for me. Jezus, I sounded like a complete girl there. Oh well, can’t really blame me for that.
As miss Marks, our art teacher, walks into the room, everybody quickly grabs their stuff out of their bags. Everybody knows how much she hates it to wait. She looks around and smiles proudly at us when she sees that everyone has got their stuff out.
“Goodmorning, class. I’m really glad to seeeverybody is ready to start, but before we do, I would like to introduce you to our new intern”. Ian turns to me.
“Probably some stupid girl who thinks she can actually learn something in here” he grins at me. I just shake my head, but still laugh a little. He’s right, we get those every year. They come here with a lot of hope that they will learn everything here, but it always ends in a complete disaster.
“Class, this is Riley Stevens”.
Everybody’s head turns to the door to see who the new intern is. Everyone except me. I just start to sketch. I already know what’s going to happen. The girl walks into the class with an excited smile and has a lot of plans, but after a few eeks, she wishes she would’ve never come here. There is complete silence, then all the girls gasp. Oh god, is it a guy? I try to hide my curiousity, but it beats me and I look up to see the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen in my life. He’s about 5’11, has short blond hair with little curls and the body of god! I almost gasp along with the girls.
This is the part I hate the most about being secretly gay. When you see a guy you like, you can never tell someone. I always have to keep it to myself.
“One day it’s gonna change, one day soon” I tell myself.
“Riley, why don’t you tell the class something about yourelf” miss Marks say to him.
He stands up from his seat and stands if front of the class.
“Well, like miss Marks said, my name is Riley Stevens and I’m the new intern. I’m gonna be here the whole year, so you all better get used to me. I’m 20 years old and I study arts at the local college here. I’m original from London, so that explains my accent. In my free time I like to play soccer and of course paint”. Whil telling his story, he looks through the classroom. “Probably looking for a hot girl” I think and roll my eyes. But then when he looks at me, he keeps his stare there. I know this is gonna sound really cheesy, but I just get lost in his beautiful blue eyes. I can’t even look away. It feels like I’m trapped, but I don’t mind it, not at all.
“Does anyone has a question for Riley?” miss Marks asks us and Riley finally looks away from me with, I could be wrong, a little irritation in his eyes.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” some girl shouts from the back of the class.
“No, I don’t” Riley answers her and shoots me a quick glance.
“Why not? Your totally hot!” shouts another girl.
Riley remains silence for a while, probably thinking of right answer to that question. Than he looks up and stares right at me again while answering.
“I’m not attracted to girls. I’m gay”.
Well, this is gonna be an interest year…
