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Since now I can't drive myself to school I called my older brother, Andy. He's pretty cool as far as brothers go. He drives me to school when we are about to park in a perfect handicap spot when some son of a bitch picks that spot first. There are literally no kids who have handicap at my school, what the fuck. We end up taking the next space but now I have like two whole more feet to move. My brother takes out my wheelchair.
"Oh look George there is another handicap kid here." I hear a man say.
"No look he has a red ticket. Temporary." The man shrugs.
My brother opened his truck and got out my trashy wheel chair. He unfolded it and picked me up to sit in it. "By Clay. Have fun."
"Bye. And it's school."
My brother drives away and I look at the boy in the wheelchair. He must be new. My friends came over to me. By friends I mean fan girls. My friends normally meet me by the lockers. "OMG Clay are you okay?" Stacy says worried for me.
"No I can't walk! I'm a freak. Get out of my way it's hard to move with a wheelchair." The new boy glares at me. What did I do something wrong? Maybe that's his way of saying damn you're hot. Because obviously I am.
I meet my friends who all start signing my cast. They are so sweet. I love them. I will never admit that though. Except for when I do. Which is a lot.
Anyway that new kid is in a lot of my classes. What a fucking waste. And the worst part is that I get paired up with him for a group project. Those people are wheelchairdist. Rude. It's totally a main character moment. Which makes sense I am the main character. Fourth wall broke bitch, I can see your beautiful face.
I sit by him and I decide it's best to get to know him first. "So what's your name?" I ask him.
"George. You?" God short answers is he one of those bland one word response guys. Lame! Literally so fucking boring.
"I'm Clay. Why are you in that wheel chair. Don't they suck? Don't you wanna walk again, like it's so lame to sit down all day." George looks hurt. Shit did I do something wrong. Normally I don't second guess because I'm perfect but he's making me worry.
"I have cerebral pasly. I was from unable to walk." He says calmly but a little upset.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't taking that into consideration." Nick who sat behind me snickers something about big words and trying to be impressive.
"Don't listen to him. Do you want to come to my house for the project or yours?" He shrugged. I probably hurt his feelings. I feel bad now. He is low-key very cute. But I'm not gay! No no. I'm not I swear.
I just think he's cute is all. Hahah... Yah. "So when should we start?" He says. I'm just noticing now but he has a very thick accent. It's so fucking cute. God damn why is he cute. HE'S A BOY. I'm supposed to be straight.
Good thing I'm not dating Ashley anymore I would've dumped her flat ass for thus cutie any day in a platonic way of course. I don't even know what his personality is like. I hope I get to know him.
Shit is that weird. Whatever it doesn't matter. We talk and exchange phone numbers. Today is actually going pretty good.
That was until I had to tell coach Phil I am unable to play. He was kind about but the moment I closed the door I could hear his scream. Yeah I think that hurt him a little in the heart. There is a hole in his heart that is shaped like my muscular and hotly built man bod that all the chicks dig. And maybe that cute boy. Hopefully. I DIDN'T SAY THAT.
Why am I like this????
I sigh and flop into my pillow. Did I mention I'm at home now. My journal is probably always confused. That's sad for him. Or her. Or them. Shit why am I gendering my journal. You know what they are a man now. I decided. A manly journal for a manly bit who totally doesn't act like a high school girl. I shouldn't be associated with them. They are way to scary. But they are chill. Kind of.
Eh not really. But neither is anyone else at my high school. Shit I should clean my room. And house. And everything! George is coming over and I must make a hella good impression on him. Because I'm not gay.
Ok. Maybe just bi-curious. Why am I just now questioning this crap. Love is love I guess. I'll just roll with it. And if I end up falling for him. Which with me will probably NOT happen. Id don't fall for no-one. But if I were to, I'd accept it and be madly in love with his cute adorable precious face. And those doey chocolate eyes. And his silky yet fluffy hair that I want to touch so badly. Shit did I just say that. It was in my head at least.
"Psshhht Clay has a crush!" Shit I did say it out loud. And Drista just had to be at my door at that time. Perfect.