Dear diary, 02/14/2016
Is it normal for me to feel this way? Why do I always question my sexuality? Am I gay? I don't think so, I am a straight white male. But if I am a straight white man, why do I always get boners in the change rooms after gym class. It all started three weeks ago.
My best friend, Jason who I've known for seven years, was walking with me in the hall ways in school. It was so hard getting past the dozens of teenagers filling their lockers with text books and binders that I accidentally bumped into a small boy. As soon as my large, muscular body made contact with his slender frame, everyone stopped what they were doing and gasped. I felt every single eye in that room just staring at me. Even Jason was surprised of what was happening. I looked down to help the boy who had fallen down and realized, it was Calum Hood. The most popular guy in school. I stretched out my hand to help him up but he slapped it away.
"Don't you ever point those sausage fingers at me." He snarled.
I was so surprised, I didn't know what to say. My mind was racing. Who did this guy think he was? Why did he think he matters so much? He's such a stuck up little brat. The tension was unbearable. Everyone's jaws fell to the floor.
"Well, are you gonna keep staring at me like an idiot or apologi-"
He couldn't finish his sentence because I punched him square in the nose. Right away, his nose started oozing with blood. The long corridors who were once silent became filled with whispers and gasps. Jason took my arm and guided me away from the scene. We were about to turn left and go into our French class when incidentally, I felt a body jump onto my back. I immediately fell to the ground. Calum rapidly got on top of me and started punching me. I felt two punches on my left cheek and one on my right until the principal walked in and got his tanned body off of me. Calum was vigorously wiping the crimson blood away from his face.
"Hood! Clifford! Both of you in my office! Everyone to class!" He yelled in his thick Australian accent.
All of the teenagers hurried to their classes. Their feet making it sound like a stampede. Once everyone left, the hallway was dead silent once again. The principal glared at Calum and then to me. With his nose flaring with anger and his lips tightly pressed together, it made this situation even funnier than what it already was.
"I will call both of your parents and inform them about your despicable behaviours." He said walking away and leading us to the main office.
On our way there, I saw out of the corner of my eye, Calum was trying to take away the blood by wiping it for, his face and onto his black skinny jeans that he wore every single day. I let out a small chuckle, right away he started getting downright defensive. His fists clenched while throwing some insults under his breath but loud enough for me to hear. I didn't even bother to pay attention to him, all I knew is that my face hurt and I would probably get a few bruises here and there. Damn, who knew this kid could throw such hard punches?
As we got closer to the main office, the faster my heart was racing. What would my mother think of this? She would be so disappointed in me. Ever since my parents divorced, I've been trying to do anything and everything to make them proud of me, but I always fail, they just remind me that I was the reason they separated. It hurts, but time eases the pain.
We finally got there and all of the receptionists and secretary's stared at our bloody, bruised façades. Calum simply stared back at them challengingly. I just stated down at the floor in shame and fear of what my mother would say.
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