Chapter 1

A Chapter by Writing Freak

Normal high school teenage boy deals with the problems of not talking to his crush (a guy who he used to talk to every single day) during class time.

I stare with; I assume, a blank look at the board in front of me�"well, the board in front of the whole class. It isn’t every day that I feel like this, that I feel like I’m in desperate need for something, that I absolutely need this certain thing in order to be satisfied. I know it isn’t healthy to be feeling this way, but I can’t help it. Not after all the stuff that happened in those few short weeks that were probably one of the best weeks ever. Those weeks actually made up two months, I think.

“Alex,” I hear my teacher, Mrs. Vineyard, my History teacher who I feel like she gives us too much work. But she is a nice lady, despite her high expectations.

“Yes, ma’am?” I shyly say because I hardly talk to anyone here.

“Are you writing this down?” she means the notes that I’m supposed to be taking. Because of all my thoughts, I’m distracted and can’t even focus right.

“Oh,” I quickly pick up my pencil and begin writing, “I’m sorry.”

She goes on and continues to explain the whole lesson as it passes around my mind. It’s like she’s just speaking in a “blah-blah” way because these scattering thoughts are blocking my ability to learn and stay on task. I don’t know. I just don’t know why I feel like this.

The period finally finishes for what felt like eternity before I rush out of the class, but that’s when my heart stops when I make brief eye-contact with him. That’s right. Him.

What should I do? It quickly hits me. Should I wave? Should I say “hi,”? What the hell do I do? But of course, since I’m not able to make up my mind, he’s off, as if he never saw me in the first place. His name is Blake, but everybody calls him Junior, including myself. He hates being called by his real name, or at least that’s what he told me. He has sort of tan, dark but not too dark skin, like me. Yeah, a Blake with tan skin… You hardly see that around here. He has black hair, like me as well. He has brown eyes, like me. He’s thin, like me. He’s small, like me (though, he’s like an inch or so taller). But most of all, out of all the things I list out, this one beats them all. He’s bisexual, like me.

© 2013 Writing Freak

Author's Note

I hope you guys enjoyed this short chapter. The chapters for this story will mostly be short, but only a little bit longer than this. This'll be like a little novella, so yeah... Hope you guys like this. Please comment your thoughts and remember, please don't judge. This is based off true stuff.