Dear Journal,
I don't know what to do about Alex and Thomas's situation. I and Thomas aren't even friends, it's not like he would believe me. Though I should tell him, it's his right to know! I don't know what I should do. I can't tell Grey-Man, he would just tell everyone else. Maybe if I just, stop thinking about it, I will forget. I don't know.
I do need to stop lying to ma. Oh! I almost forgot. No, I didn't, who can forget the queen b herself, June. I still haven't seen her, which is starting to get weird. Like we live together, how can I not see her? Oh, and Grey-Man is sick today, which sucks, so I have known one to protect me against idiots like JJ.
"So, you have a diary?" A familiar voice comes from behind me. I turn around to see Thomas, with two hands in his pocket, his right eyebrow raised. I glance down at the leather cover of my book, before looking back at him. "Uh, no. It's just a journal I sometimes write in." Lie.
He nods, understandingly. He's wearing a black and white hoodie this time, with ripped jeans and Adidas. "You look like a teen girl," I say, pointing to his basic shoes. He waves my hand away, rolling his eyes. "Your funny." He says, his voice sarcastic. He's holding an English textbook, as I turn back around to grab my Science textbook.
"You know where to go, right?" I ask, placing my journal into my locker, before shutting it. He shakes his head. "Nope, but I know you probably do." He says as I comb my free hand through my hair. I sigh, before nodding my head. "Yeah, I guess I have time to be wasted," I said jokingly.
He rolls his eyes, "I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean to bother you." He says sarcastically British accent and all. He follows me as I turn the corner. "Where's Lucas?" He asks, looking around. I scoff at his real name. "Don't call him that, his name is Grey-Man," I say as Thomas looks at me confused. "Really? Should I ask why?"
I just shake my head.
We reach the classroom, and I turn to him. "What lunch do you have?" I ask as I can see him scanning his brain for the answer. "Uh, I think C, why?" He asks, looking at me. Cool, so we have the same lunches. "When you see me, come sit next to me," I say, before walking off.
"Oh, my god! You're a nerd, in a jocks body!" Starla says, her head, leaning on her best friend Katie. "Um, no. I just liked Algebra. Doesn't mean I like anything else." I say, laughing at her reaction. Starla picks at her food, stabbing the spaghetti with her plastic spork.
"He isn't wrong, I think I'm the nerd of this friend group," Katie says, smiling at me, I smile back. Jonathan gags at us, before going back to talking with George. We sat in the middle of the cafeteria. People would call us the popular group, but we are just friends. Yeah right, friends.
"Um, I think I'm the nerd actually.'' Someone says from behind me. Starla and Katie both look up, their whole face lightening up. I turn around to see Thomas. "Hey, man," I said, smiling at him. He sits down next to me, as Starla and Katie still stare at him. Thomas looks at us, before back to me. "Are they ok?" He asks, and I roll my eyes.
I look up at Katie and Starla, snapping in their faces to get their attention. "Ladies, I'm sorry to say this. But he isn't interested in you. Stop staring at him like he's diamonds." I joke as Starla glares at me. "Shut it, Fuckboy." She says to me, as Thomas chokes on his milk. All eyes go back to him. He coughs for a second or two, looking at Starla, then me. "Did she just call you a- "
"Yeah, she did. You have to get used to American's loving to hate on others." I say as he punches my arm. "There you go, you're learning already," I say, giving him the thumbs up, which he swats away. "I just want to point this out, I'm American." He says, pointing to himself.
"Um, wait, back to the whole nerd thing," Katie says as I sigh. "As much as I believe that Park is smart, I'm just smarter." I roll my eyes. "Isn't Parker failing chemistry?" Starla says as I lean my head on the cafeteria table. "I need a fucking tutor." I groan, my voice muffled from the table.
"I lied to my Ma so June doesn't tutor me, but now I have to find a tutor." I could hear Starla laugh at my predicament, while Katie is rubbing her hands through my hair from across the table. "Well, get a tutor." She supplies as if it wasn't obvious.
"How the hell am I supposed to find a tutor in this school," I grumble as Katie continues to play with my hair. "I can help you." Thomas offers, and I look up at him, shock on my face, "What?" I question, as Katie retracts her hands. "Uh, yeah? I mean, I have nothing to do anyway. Plus, chemistry is easy for me." He shrugs as I almost want to hug him. Almost.
"Thanks, man," I say, nodding at him. He waves it off. "It's fine." He shrugs, then goes back to eating. I, of course, do the same.