Dear Journal,
I don't know why, but Grey-Man keeps calling you a diary, which is dumb. Because you aren't. God, I'm talking like it's a real thing. Whatever, so remember how I said I had a C, scratch that, cause now I have an F. Burh! Plus, I now have to find a tutor before the end of the week, which is also fun.
I just remembered while writing this, I have practice today, god please kill me. Oh, June's here, which is fun. She hasn't talked to me yet, but the brat came A WEEK EARLY to 'help' me study. Yeah right. She probably is just here to torment me.
My ma said if I didn't get my grade up, she's going to take me out of succor which is dumb. Chemistry has nothing to do with soccer and I'm not trying to be a chemist anyways. One of the worst parts of soccer is the locker room. It doesn't smell like all the girls theorized, but boys are assholes.
Well not me, but most of them are. God, and the captain. He is ok. I would be a better captain, but I have to wait until I'm a Junior to become captain. He's just, there. He doesn't do anything besides stand there. He's a coach that plays. I don't know.
Grey-Man tapped on my locker, trying to get my attention, which worked. I look up at him, placing my pencil into my notebook in the process. He's still staring at his phone, a blank expression. "What the hell happened?" I ask in because nothing ever gets Grey-Man spooked.
He shoves the phone into my face, and I squint my eyes, the bright like harsh in the morning. "I don't understand?" I say, confused at the cute dog in the photo. He rolls his eyes, before pulling the phone back to look at it. He sighs, does some typing, before just handing the electronic to me.
I look at it, it's just a picture of…. Of...., "Shit what's his name?" I ask looking up from the photo. "Thomas, your dumbass. He's coming back." He says, looking back at the phone. "Yeah, I know. We all found out last night. Are you alright?" I ask sarcastically, smirking, before turning back to my locker.
"He's gay, I guess." He says, glancing at me before back at his phone. My mouth hangs to the floor. "Wait? How can he be gay, I thought he had a girlfriend when he left?" I ask, looking up at him. I place my notebook back into its secure place, grabbing my English textbook, before shutting my locker.
"Guess he changed, damn," Grey-man says, before looking up and waving at some football friends of his. He catches up to me, his hands filled with his English textbook and computer. I always store mine in the classroom. "Guess we can't say fuck around him anymore." I joke, chuckling at my joke. Grey-Man laughs too, "I guess not."
We both walk into the classroom, smiling. Two girls turn around and wave at me, I wave back. I chose the second seat in the back row, sitting down next to some girl on the cheer squad, hopefully, JJ didn't say anything. I wonder where JJ even is. Usually, she would stop by and yell at me or some shit.
"Hey." She says, smiling at me. I smile back, not saying a word before Grey-Man taps me on the shoulder. "I wonder if he's going to be bullied." Grey-Man theorizes, and I roll my eyes. "The girls will protect him," I assure, before leaning back in my seat. "Um, protect who?" The cheer girl asks, looking over at Grey-Man.
"You know Thomas?" Grey-Man asks, probably know the girl from somewhere. He probably fucked her too. "Uh, from Middle School? Yeah, I know him, what about it?"
"Well he's supposedly coming back, and he's gay," Grey-Man explains as the girl's mouth falls wide open, just like mine did. "Really? Well, the girls won't protect him. Will you?" She asks, looking at me. "He's going to try and get with me, and I'm not about that shit," I said shrugging. Grey-Man rolls his eyes, as the cheer girl nods her head.
"Ok, whatever you say, fag." Grey-Man mumbles and I punch him in the shoulder, not hard enough for him to do anything, though. "I have a feeling he's going to get popular like he was before. But, with different people." She whispers, as the boring-ass teacher finally walks in, after talking to other teachers about... teacher shit.
"Ok, class. Let's get started." He says, setting his computer down, before wiping down the whiteboard. "You know, he might not even be coming back. It just from one post." Grey-Man whispers to us, as the girl shrugs. "I don't know, maybe not. We should find out sooner or later since they usually talk about it." She says, leaning over in our direction.
"Well, if it becomes the talk of the school, which it will, we can find out then," I say, flipping my textbook to the page number on the board, cheer girl and Grey-Man follow suit. "Why would people freak out, it's just Thomas?" Grey-Man asks, glancing over at the girl.
"Well let's see, he's cute, nice, and had a lot of friends. At least, the last time I saw him he did." She says, before twiddling her pencil between her middle and index finger. "Plus, he's gay, so that would make it even better." She says, smirking, though looking at the board. "But he's not a jock, right? How is he even going to get that popular?" Grey-Man asks, sneaking a look at the notes I have already written down. I hide them with my hand, glaring at him.
"Probably, going to be like a prince or some shit like that. Every girl wants to date him, and every guy wants to be him, and he will be kind and sweet." I say, mimicking a dreamy voice. The cheer girl rolls her eyes, though nodding her head. "I can stand by that." She says simply, before going back to her work, I and Grey-Man do the same.
About halfway through Calculus, buzzes rang through the classroom, coming from most students' phones, including mine. We all look at each other, before grabbing the phone. A girl gasped, looking at her phone, her hand over her mouth. I look around me, and everyone is scrambling to grab their phones.
"Everyone calms down, put your phones back down." The teacher says calmly, trying to talk over the chatter. I grab my phone out of my back pocket, quickly unlocking to go to my notifications. It's a photo from the hallway outside. "What the hell," I say, trying to examine the fuzzy photo.
I gasp, finally understanding what it is.
Holy shit, he's here.