The Wish You Had ↠ Zak Bagans

Chapter 35

8...left

~Ski's P.O.V.

I lay in my bed doing homework at home while petting the dog mom brought home yesterday.

Bee and I decided to name her Gracie.

She is very playful.

I seen Desmond at school today, with Michael. I would have never thought it was him who was screwing around with Desmond, he didn't seem the type to be gay. It made me so angry to see him with Michael.

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~Few Days Later (Thursday)

"Hey Ski are you sure you don't want to come to the party tomorrow. It's going to be really fun, I swear there will be no alcohol. It's a school event for kids who are in sports, we're going to hike up the mountain after school then afterwards meet up at my friend's house for the party" Jake explained to me.

"I don't know Jake, I have a project due Monday and I want to get it done" I said giving an excuse not to go "Come on you need to get out of the house" he sits down next to me on my mom's couch.

I was doing my project that was due Monday but Jake came over to help Bee with her homework.

"Is Desmond going to be there at the party" I tap my pencil against my notebook "Yeah he's going to be there" he looks down at my pencil.

If he's going to be there I'm not going I don't want to see him right now. And if he's going to be there, surely he's bringing Michael with him, and if I see him I'm going to be even more pissed because Desmond left me for him, a boy. I've been avoiding him so I don't accidentally bump into him and I don't want to break my streak.

"Oh, well like I said I have a lot of work to do right now" I continue to do my work. It was silent for a second "well if you change your mind let me know. I'll pick you up after school" he stands up and walks to our room. "I'm not changing my mind" I look up at him.

I drop my pencil and cover my face with my hands and rub my face. So much is happening to my life right now.

I put my finished work into my bag and went to the bathroom.

***

I walked to my first English period. I walk in class and Desmond was in there talking to his group of friends, of course he would be in here we have the same first hour together. I grip my English book tighter and walk to my desk which was at the front of class. I guess I broke my streak of not seeing him.

The bell rung for class to start. "Okay students take out your homework and pass it to the front of the class" I did what she said and took all of the papers the students were giving to me. My eyes catches Desmond looking at me. His eyes were like speaking to me, you know those intense stares or your warning them with your eyes. But his were saying 'I need to talk to you'.

I turn back to the front and the teacher grabs out homework.

"Today I want you class to write a three page essay of guilt you have/had or write something bad that recently happened to you. I want a rough draft and a typed final by next week on Friday so that gives you a week to write it. Don't worry no one is going to read this but I have to read it to give you a grade. Be completely honest. If you're going to name someone you can change the name of the person if you want." she passes out a rubric of what we need to include on our three page essay.

I already know what I'm going to write about, if you're thinking about guessing Desmond you're right and I'm writing about me not being able to have kids.

The teacher continues to talk about our essay.

Inside my head I'm already plotting out how to write it.