"You know, you should probably tell your mom that you're staying with me," Thomas advises as he opens the door to his room. The place was nice, it had Star Wars action figures everywhere, and I smiled. I didn't know Thomas was into Star Wars. "You probably didn't know a lot of things about him."~
His bed had blue sheets, with a galaxy themed ceiling. "I like your room," I say, looking around the cozy room. Thomas falls onto his bed, before turning to look at me. "I had my ma decorate it." He says, laying his arms on his stomach. I sit next to him, before laying on the bed.
"We should probably start studying." He says though it sounded more like he was persuading himself. "Yeah, your probably right." I agree, though, we both didn't move. My phone buzzed from the other side of his room, and I sigh, sitting back up. I get off of the bed, before walking over to my bookbag.
I swiftly open it, as Thomas watches me from his bed. It was a text. I quickly go to my messages and read the text.
Hey man, parents fighting again. Can I stay over at your house??
I sigh, why does this happen to me. I glance back at Thomas, to see him, taking out stuff from his bookbag. "Haha! You have to choose!!"~ I look back at the text message, before typing a reply.
Sorry man, I won't be a home tonight. You have Starla's number, ask her maybe?
I hope that he'll text back, but put my phone on top of my backpack, before turning back to Thomas, who's smiling at me. I smile back. "Hey, everything alright?" He asks, leaning his hand behind him to look at me better. I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Yeah, just texting Grey-Man," I say shrugging, before walking back over to the bed. I hope he's ok. Thomas nods his head, before handing me a folder. I look at the manilla folder, before looking back at him. "What is this for?" I ask as he rolls his eyes.
"This," He touches the folder with his index finger, "Is for chemistry. Just some basic notes I wrote from my old school. This should help." He says, letting go of the folder. I open the boring folder, to find colorful notes, scribbled in what I believe is Thomas's handwriting. "Why does his handwriting also have to be perfect?!" ~ I flinch at the voice, before setting down the folder.
As he's looking through his backpack, he combs his hand through his messy hair. "Your handwriting is good." I compliment, as Thomas chuckles, finally grabbing what he needed and taking it out; a small note pad.
He looks up at me and smirks. He pats a place next to him, and I sit down, still not knowing what the note pad was for. Once I got settled in my seat, I looked up at him, casually glancing at the note pad. "For the next two weeks, I want you to write everything you see, that you want to talk about with me." He says, handing me the notepad. Confused, I just looked at the note pad, now in my hands.
It's a valentine themed notepad. Probably one he got for valentines' day and wanted to get some use out of it. It had cute puppies, all with jpeg images of heart eyes on them. I chuckle, before looking back up at the golden-haired boy next to me.
"Wait, if you want me to write everything I wanna talk about, I'll need more than one note pad." I blurt before I can stop myself. "You didn't just say that! You want to hang out with him. I smell love-"~
"As much as I think that would be fun, I only want you to write stuff you think has anything to do with chemistry. It can be anything. It can be your brain if you wanted to." He says shrugging. "There is some chemistry here. You can write that down."~ "Yeah, that makes sense." I say, smiling at him.
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"As oh! Parker Preston gets the ball ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer yells, as I swiftly dodge a player on the other side, trying to find the perfect angle. Wait…. NOW. I quickly kick the ball, right as the goalkeeper tries to jump for it, but the ball slides right under him. YESSSSSS. I smile to myself, as I get the winning goal.
My teammate walks up to me, grabbing my hand to pull me into a sweaty hug. "The Panthers win!" The announcer yells as I walk through the field to reach the other players, raising both hands in victory. Once I make it over there, they all give me high fives or good jobs.
"Alright Panthers, come on!" Our coach yells as the other team makes their way to the other side of the field. We all get close to our post-game talk. "You did good, great even. But I saw you in practice, I saw the types of things you guys pulled them, and I can tell you about playing it safe. Preston, you had two chances to kick the ball in the first quarter, only took one. You can do better. Jacobs…"
I didn't listen to the rest, as he went on critiquing all of us. But I made the winning goal! "What, you want him to give you the medal of honor, or some shit like that?"~ No, just, I'm proud of myself. "I get that, but you need to give your other teammates some credit."~ It's not like I said they didn't do shit, they did work two, and I understand that. "Yeah, whatever."~ I sigh, as I tune in to what the coach was saying again. "Remember, no partying. I don't need my teammates to be having a hangover this weekend." He says, as all of us stand, before walking back to the locker rooms.
"Damn, who coming to the party at my house?" Jonathan asks, as most of the soccer team agreed. As I took off my team shirt, all eyes went to me. "You coming, Popcorn?" He asks, as I finally get the shirt off. "Shit, uh yeah. I and a couple of friends are coming, why?" I ask, as he looks at me, an eyebrow raised.
"Because earlier today you were on the fence." He says as I grabbed my normal white tee. ���I going ok, geez calm down. What time does it start?" I ask, look at Jonathan. He smirks, before looking at me. "Right when the babes come." Most of the guys cheer, as I just roll my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever man. I'll be there." I say, grabbing my duffle bag, before closing my locker. "Wait, does Popcorn have a girlfriend? Jacob says, smirking at me. I roll my eyes for a second time, waving him off. Lewis laughs, before placing on his cap. "Why can't you guys understand. He broke up with JJ. Now he's dating someone else." He says, patting me on my shoulder, I shrug it away.
Don't feed into it. Don't feed into it. Don't feed into it. Don't feed into it. Don't-
"Like who?" Jonathan asks, who seems genuinely confused. There's silence for a second before a Junior steps up. "Probably that weird Thomas kid all the girls wanna date." The kid says, and I stop in my tracks. Laughter starts as I walk up to the Junior. And for a junior he was short.
My first bunch into a ball, as someone places a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see Jonathan holding my bag. "Bro, don't. You're only going to let them get to you, and that's going to make them feel like they won." Jonathan whispers as I puff out a breath. He's right. I sigh, grabbing my bag from him, and he nods at me. I start walking out of the locker room, and about halfway to the door, I hear something.
"That's right, run away to your fag of a boyfriend."
I quickly walk up to the Junior, ball my hand into a fist. I walked into his space, making him take two steps back. The whole room went silent, watching my next moves. I squinted at the Junior. He smirked. "Please don't touch me, I don't want to become like- "I cut him off by clenching my teeth and striking him right in the jaw. "Call him a fucking fag one more time asshole. I dare you." I push him on the ground, but before I can do anything else, Johnathan starts to pull me away. "LET ME GO ASSHOLE!" I say, trying to shake out of Jonathan's grip, but he doesn't let go until we get to the door.
When we get outside, I'm silent, though still angry. "I'm not letting you go until you calm down." He says simply, raising an eyebrow when I glare at him. Still holding onto my wrist, I kick the pebbles on the outside of the locker room, waiting for him to let me go.
When he finally does, he looks up at me, eyebrow still raised. "What the hell was that? Why did you almost kill that guy?" "I wasn't going to kill him." He rolls his eyes, not believing me. "You never do something like that when people call you names." He says, looking at me. Jonathan was a Junior but was always with us since he had mostly sophomore classes.
"I just don't like people talking about me or my friends," I say simply, trying to make the conversation end. Let's hope he believes it. "Really?" He says skeptically. "Because, last time I checked, you wouldn't act like that if even do that with Grey-Man, so definitely not some kid you met less than a week ago," Jonathan states, as I roll my eyes.
"I have to go," I say as I start walking away from him. I can hear him annoyingly sigh. "I'll talk to you at the party!" He calls, but I don't answer, instead deciding to just find the gang in the bleachers.