The school day dragged on forever. I haven't got picked on yet, which is really surprising. I know it won't last though, I can already tell I don't fit in here.

Classes were boring, and I've found that Jack has a likes to sit in the far left side of the room, in the back, opposite to the door. I, myself, have always like sitting in the front. away from he 'bad' kids. But people seem to leave Jack alone for the most part. But when someone does say something whitey about him, he always has a smart re-mark.

I learned more about Jack today than I did the subjects. Like, he plays guitar, likes Punk-Rock, his favorite movie is Home Alone, and that he looks up to his mom like crazy.
I've always wondered what it would be like to have someone around to look up to. To watch do everything, and try and do everything they do. Because in your eyes they can do no wrong. But I never had one of those, well I mean, I have someone I look up to and want to be like, but no one close.

The bell rang to single the day was over, I some how got threw P.E without being questioned on why I was wearing a sweater. I threw the books I didn't need to bring home in my locker, the only thing in my bag now was the little wooden box. I praised myself in my head for not using it today. That I was strong today.

I went out to the parking lot to see my sisters car was full of her friends, I watched it take off in a different direction from the house. So I'm walking today?

The walk wasn't long. we only live four blocks from the school. I put in headphones and started playing 'The Depths' by 'Of Mice&Men', on low volume though. I learned the hard way that if someone else hears music like that coming from your headphones, they will beat your ass.
"Alex? Alex is that you?" I turned around hearing my name being called. I was expecting to get my ass kicked, I mean, luck can't last forever, can it?

But it was merely the skunk haired boy, Jack. Running to me, waving his hand frantically. I took out one headphone and smiled at him, and smiled back and took the headphone without question, popping it in his ear. We both have the same taste, so I didn't have to worry about playing a playlist I made a couple days ago called 'School Appropriate'. It was just a bunch of pop songs I heard my sister play in the car.

Jack stopped walking outside a blue house. He took a huff if breath and removed my head phone, letting it fall to my shoulder.

"This is my place." Jack said pointing to the house. I nodded and started to walk away. I was still shy around Jack, but just to talk, I loved listening to him talk. I loved being around him, I felt comfortable around him. Which never really happened before, I had a few friends where I used to live, but I was that one friend that was there when they needed homework answers or money.

"Hey Alex, wanna hang out a little bit? I mean, if you have nothing else to do, we could, I don't know, play video games or go to the mall." Jack said scratching the back of his head, looking at the ground.

"Yea. Sure Jack." I walked back to him and followed him into his house. We were greeted by a nice lady, who was about to leave for her work I'm guessing, she was in a Irving uniform.
We went up to his room. It was an actual room, not a cold, damp cellar. the walls were painted a dark blue with posters of different bands on the walls. He had a white rug, which kept the feet warm, and a huge bed pressed against the far wall. But what drew my attention the most was along the right wall, he had acoustic guitars and electric guitars propped up on stands lining the whole wall.

"So, you wanna go to the mall or hang out here?" Jack asked. I shook my head and looked back at him.

"Can we stay here? My sister is at the mall with her friends and I really don't want to face her right now." I said setting my bag beside his on a bean bag hair he has at the end of his bed.

"Dud I did't know you had a sister! Who is it?" He asked smiling. "She's probably as amazing as you!" He sat down on his bed, or should I say jump and belly flopped onto his bed. I chuckled and sat cross legged at the end of his bed.

"Here name is Bonnie." I said flatly, watching Jack shuffle around.

"Umm, long blonde hair?" He grunted looking at me threw one eye, sense the other one was squeezed shut in pain.

"Yea, man are you okay?" I asked going to put a hand on Jack's shoulder, immediately stopping myself and bringing it back to me, seeing my sleeve go up, exposing 4 cuts and a burn. Good thing Jack didn't notice.

"No." He said flattly. He reached under his stomach and pulled something out from under it. He threw it across the room. I watched as a large rubrics cube split into three pieces. "She came on to me today. Kinda in a slutty way. She didn't stop 'till I told her I was gay. Then she slapped me and started bitching about how it was wrong and sinful. I threw it up in her face. It was funny actually, I said 'Don't you think the invisible man in the sky would be mad about how much boob your showing rather than if I'm gay.' Everyone laughed. Sorry, I didn't mean to insult her man."

I tried not to laugh, but I burst into a huge fit of laughter. It totally seemed like something Bonnie would do, and something Jack would do back. Jack joined in on my laughter and after awhile it stopped. My thoughts flew back to weather or not I was his friend, or if he was just trying to be nice to the new kid. Because if he was just trying to be nice, I would like to get home before my sister does, so I can have some alone time.

"Jack" I racked up enough courage to ask. "Am I your friend? Or are you just trying to be nice?" I asked completely serious.

"Oh coarse you're my friend! Being nice only goes so far! If I was only being nice, I wouldn't want to hang out with you even more after school!" Jack said smiling at me.

I smiled back. So he is my friend. I have a friend. A gay friend. Oh no...