Closets Aren't Just For Clothes...

Chapter Two.

Chapter two.

"Miss Aldridge, are you paying attention?" Mr. Kenning asks me in the middle of a lecture.

I bring myself out of my thoughts and look at him. "Yes, Mr. Kenning..." I say, not having one clue about what he was taking about. It's eight in the morning, come on people, it's too early, he's lucky that I'm keeping my eyes open. But, how am I supposed to pay attention to an annoying teacher when the only thing I can think about is my best friend and possibly the only guy I've ever had feelings about, being gay?! The only guy I've ever really wanted is to be with Matt in a way that was like his best friend, or the one I hate most that he's used, 'you're like a little sister to me', he once said. That one hurt a lot.

| "What was the last thing I just said?" he asks.

"'What was the last thing I just said'...?" I answer and a few giggles form around the classroom. That was the last thing he just said though, so technically I'm right, right?

"Very clever Miss Aldridge, maybe you'd like to think about my lecture in detention after school today," he says and walks over to his desk.

"Sounds great..." I mumble right before the bell rings. Mr. Kenning, is probably the world WORST teacher, he'll actually make fun of other students if they do something wrong. It's kind of mean.

"Hey, Emi, are we going to homecoming together, I have a feeling that Bryan isn't going to ask me," my friend Sara asks me ask as I pack up my school books and shove them into my Barney's satchel. "And I know you have already turned down every guy and their cousins, so...?"

"Um, I don't know if I'm going this year. I only went last year because it was right after Matt broke up with Kara, and since he has to go, I went with him," I explain to her. The only reason Matt has to go is because he's on the lacrosse team and it's required since they play in the homecoming game.

"Oh come on, Em, you have to go! Go for your best friend, please?!" Sara ask pleading, as we walk into the hall.

"I'll think about it, but it's almost two weeks away, school just started a month ago, lets just, chill, okay?"

"Okay, I'll take what I can get," she smiles happily and walks away in the other direction to her next class. First period is the only class we have together.

Sara is such an airhead, but I love her to death. She's really bubbly, all the time. I know I may have blonde hair, but she's the type that give blondes a bad name. It's okay and sometimes funny to have the occasional blonde moment, but when it comes to Sara it's more like a blonde LIFE; all day everyday. Her high squeaky voice is somewhat annoying, but like I said, I love her anyways. She's a little on the easy side, but that's only because she's the type that looks for attention in all of the wrong places. She's not like the sluts around here, she just...misguided, if you will.

"Hey, Emi," a familiar voice says and then somebody slams into the row of lockers in front of me.

"Hey, Matt," I try and smile at him. You know, ever since he told me about him being gay, I've been trying my best to drop the awkwardness, but it's hard. I know I'll get over it, but, for now, things are going to be a little weird.

"Don't do that," he say quietly.

Huh? "Do what?" I ask confused.

"Look at me like that," he answers, looking down at the ground.

"Like what?" Okay, now I'm just play stupid.

"Like I've suddenly changed, I'm still the same guy Em, I just happen to think I might be-" somebody comes up and hits Matt on the arm, jokingly. It's his friend Hardy.