Maybe Next May

I looked down as I slowly walked up to where the teacher had pointed for me to sit. I put my bag down and slid into the seat, trying not to take my eyes off the desk and the many small drawings that were on there. All of a sudden a piece of paper was slid under my face.

‘Sorry Heath was such an ass. You didn’t deserve that. I’m Alex.’

I felt shocked then finally decided to glance at him. He was staring at the board and was writing down what the teacher was saying. I saw him glance at me out of the corner of his eye and make a small downwards motion with his head. Obviously he wanted me to reply.

‘Uh. That’s ok, It’s not your fault. I’m Jack by the way. Why are you writing to me?’

I slid it back to him and he took it without even turning his head down to look at it. I looked back down at the desk again and a couple seconds later I got the paper back. When I looked at him he looked like nothing had happened at all.

‘Well for starters the teacher will yell at us. Also a couple guys from the football team are here and they wont like it too much if they see me actually talking to you.’

Ouch, well that hurt.

‘Oh alright. Then don’t bother.'

Yeah, maybe I was overreacting, but honestly I didn't care. Who does he think he is? Right when I slid it back the bell went off. I got up quickly and left before he could do anything else, if he even felt like it. Ok, maybe Alex is a jerk. I sighed as I walked around the side of the school. That’s when I saw a small garden, it looked really nice, there was a small pathway into it, trees everywhere that were just starting to bloom, and flowers littered the ground beside the path. I didn't really want to go home right now so I decided to go and have a look at it. There might be something in there for me to draw too.

I liked drawing, people said I was good at it but I didn’t see it. Drawing was more of a pass time for me, just something to get my mind off of things. I found a small, old looking bench and sat down before grabbing my pencil and paper. I found the perfect flower to draw and started sketching it down. As I was just finishing up I heard someone clear their throat. I let out a squeak and jumped up, my paper and pencil falling to the ground. Real man like Jack.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.”

Alex. Wait, did he have a British accent? I could just barely hear it but it was there. Holy shit that's hot.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“You almost gave me a god damn heart attack!”

“Again, sorry.”

I sighed and reached down to pick up my bag, the paper, and my pencil before stomping angrily past him.

“You know it’s been almost an hour after school let out right?”

He called after me as he tried to catch up. I stopped in my tracks and he almost slammed right into me. Shit! An hour?! My mom was going to be freaking out! Plus I left my phone home because it was dead!

“Shit! My mom is going to be worried.”

“I can give you a lift.” I turned and looked at him, glaring.

“You sure you can? What if someone sees you with a looser like me?”

“Fine, I won’t give you a ride then and you can walk home. I saw where you live, it’s a while from here. Plus the school is locked up and I don’t see your board with you.”

Double shit.

I groaned and rubbed my temples.

“Fine, if your sure you really want to then I g- wait. You saw me this morning?” I watched as he blushed and looked down at the ground. Why is he blushing?

“Well, it’s hard not to notice a kid riding a skate board to school.”

I gave him a confused look but before I could say anything else he moved past me and gave me a small hand signal to follow. Once we were in his car I watched him look around before pulling out of his space. This place was dead so I knew exactly what he was looking for.

“Really? No one is here. Am I that much of a looser to be around?”

“No! No that isn’t-” He sighed and just kept driving while I glared out the window. Once he pulled into my driveway and I stepped out of the car my mom shot out of the house.

“Oh Jack! Where were you?! I called your cell but you didn't pi-” She stopped as she noticed Alex. “Oh. Who is this?”

“No one important. Thanks for the ride.” I said grumbled then slammed the car door shut before going inside, followed quickly by my mother who was yelling at me about how rude I just was.

I honestly could care less. I stuck up for him! I thought he was cute and could be friends with him! Guess I thought wrong. Maybe I was just too much of a looser and a fag to be seen with.

I told my mom I wasn't hungry and went up stairs. I turned on some music, laid down on my bed, and stared at the ceiling until the sun started setting, just thinking about everything that happened today. I got up and went over to my bag, looking for the picture I had drawn to hang on my wall, except, it wasn't in here. Great, I probably left it in that garden or in Alex’s car. Whatever. I honestly didn’t care anymore, I was tired anyways. I went to bed angry at many things. Heath, the football team, myself, and Alex. Yet as sleep started to take over, all those thoughts disappeared and only one stayed, no matter how angry I was about it.

I wonder if Alex liked my drawing?

Notes

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