Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. None of the names in the story are real people, at least ones that this author knows. This is gay fiction about high school romance, therefore if you are UNDER 18, GET OUT, it is illegal for you to view this AND YOU KNOW THAT.
Author's Note: This is my first time ever writing a story like this, and all comments are welcomed. Even criticism, I'm a new writer who is still learning, so, don't kill me with it, but some is okay. Enjoy Sophomoric Blues! E-mail me @ Punkincognito313@AOL.com Same as Last Time, what can I say, I'm not that original I guess.
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"Sophomoric Blues"
CHAPTER 1
"Yeah I worked out a little this summer" I was able say to Shruthi right before our homeroom teacher walked into the class. Her name is Mrs. Wells, and then she placed us into our seats according to alphabetical order. I liked this because with her last name being Patel and mine Parker, I sat next to Shruthi. The next thing on the list of things to do for the first day of school was to get our lockers. Lucky me, J.E. Taylor has split lockers, I'm on the bottom row, right below Tommy Cleason's locker. "Perfect," I thought, "how am I going to suppress myself now. It wasn't bad enough last year with him being in every one of my classes, now I'll be kneeling at crotch level of the bastard every day during passing! The problem is, I really, really still love Tommy. I probably always will, he's the first person I ever fell in love with, but the problem is, he never saw me for who I was, and he was probably the person who knew me the best out of anybody last year. If he wants me back this year, it's for sexual attraction only, not like that isn't cool or anything, but I actually want a relationship with him, I love him."
"I guess you'll have to talk to me now this year Alex, seeing as I can block your locker just like this," Tommy evoked as her proceeded to push me away with his thigh and open his locker, blocking mine. If this was like old times, he'd be kidding, and I would play along with him loving every moment, but times were different now.
"Don't be an asshole Tom, let Alex get to his locker." Shruthi defended me, "Alex why are you taking that shit from Tom. You can defend yourself you know." she kind of joked.
"There are some things I have to tell you on the way to orientation Shruthi, and Tom, get the hell out of my way."
"Oh, so he speaks. Unfortunately he speaks and yet he says nothing but crap."
"Stop it Tommy, I mean Tom," at this point I shoved him out of my way, and a few people saw this and were starting to wonder what was going on.
"Why do you always have to be such a jerk Alex? For God sakes, we go from being great friends to like you've never known me. We used to always hang out, and then you dropped me like a bad habit, what the hell?" Tommy asked a little quieter now so that we wouldn't start anything big to gain more attention from the kids in the upstairs quad where our lockers are. "Great, I've spent months wondering why he didn't ask me this. I just thought he wasn't really interested in being my friend or anything like that. Why the hell didn't he ask this before? He asked me this nine months too late!" I thought, I must have been thinking for too long, and not saying anything adding an awkward silence, and the next thing I heard which brought me out of my deep thinking trance was, "God I hate you, you know you think just because you have an ounce of popularity that you can frigging drop all your little friends. You know what Alexander Parker, you're a superficial asinine twit, with no feelings at all!" Tom yelled and then he stomped off to the Performing Arts Center (PAC Center) for orientation. I hate to admit it, but I was starting to tear, nothing visible and threatening, but my eyes were glossy enough to blur vision slightly.
"What the hell is all that about Alex, why is that fruit giving you shit, and why aren't you doing anything about it?" Shruthi asked, she looked a little peeved.
"C'mon walk with me the long way to the PAC center, I've got some stuff to tell you, that you've got to keep a major secret." We left the quad and went back up the G Hallway, to the F Hallway, to A Hallway, and then we went downstairs finally to the PAC center. In the amount of time it took to walk that long route to the PAC center, I had told her my history with Tommy Cleason and about the true Alexander Parker.
"I always wondered why you never had a girlfriend officially, we all thought you were going out with Elizabeth Thompson, I never new she was gay." Shruthi voiced, we were talking very softly at this point. "My parents think I'm going out with her, hehe," I laughed out.
"You know I think Tom has some feelings for you, the way he broke down before, and then stomped off, Alex it seems as if something is there. I always wondered why you hung out with him, I always thought that a football player hanging out with `Girl Scout' was odd." Shruthi explained.
"There's too much history between us, I still don't know if he is like me yet, and if he isn't I don't want my heart broken by him not ever wanting to talk to me again. At least this way, he wants to talk to me, and I'm not the one who's going through what he is. You know what's sad, Marissa Halper and I came up with that name `Girl Scout' freshman year."
"Alex, don't change the subject, what you are doing to Tom is horrible, you are reversing the roles here that you have created in your mind. Instead of you getting hurt, you want him to get hurt. Alex, that is the most selfish thing I have ever heard in my life. That's really cruel, kind of evil don't you think? Now I don't know if he likes you, but you saw how he was before, he obviously wants you to at least be friends with him again. Listen Alex, you know I'm not shallow and mean, I'm still your friend and you just told me that you're gay, here in Katy, Texas that would normally kill a friendship. I don't want to be your friend though, if you are going to play with people's emotions like you are with Tom. But, I do see what you are afraid of, and telling another guy that you are gay, especially in such an unfriendly environment like our high school's is maybe dangerous. I think though, that Tom would understand if you came out to him, Alex, he seems like a really sweet boy. He doesn't have many friends that are guys; I think you were probably his only friend that was a guy, so he probably isn't as narrow minded or non-accepting like your jock friends are. You need to settle what it is that you have with him, but I think in order to do that, you need to tell him who you really are Alex." Shruthi practically lectured.
"Shruthi it isn't as easy as that, you don't understand. He didn't make an effort to talk back to me, or try to come back to me, when I started to ignore him last year. That hurt me, it was like I wasn't important enough or worth a continuing friendship. I ignored him, and he was able to ignore me back, this is so confusing, why nine months later is he trying to be my friend again. I couldn't get a grasp on this before, and then I realized Shruthi. He likes me now, that I look good, and lost all that weight, and am hot. That is the only reason why he wants to be with me now. He had no problem with me pushing him aside last year when I was fat and ugly." I got in before some teacher hushed us.
"Will you two stop talking, you need to pay attention to the orientation, the summer is over you two, welcome back, and be quiet," the teacher spat out.
"That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard Alex, we'll talk later, maybe I can put some sense into your head later, but remember that you are acting like an idiot, okay!" Shruthi whispered.
"Whatever," I whispered back sticking my tongue out at her. Shruthi just rolled her eyes and started looking towards the front to see what was going on. It's really been a year since the last orientation I can't believe it. I'm starting to hate orientations, the last orientation I was lonely and pissed because my best friend's family moved to Friendswood, leaving me to fend for myself here at Taylor. If I remember correctly, during sophomore orientation I sat a row behind Tommy, oddly like I am now, he was with his friends Michelle and Stephanie like he was now. His one friend Stephanie Garrison, I've known her for years, before I lived here in Katy, I lived the Meyerland area of Houston, not far from Downtown, the Galleria, and Astroworld. So did Stephanie, and we actually went Westbury Methodist pre-k together. We were really close until junior high school, when I got "cool". Tommy was right; maybe I am a superficial feeling-less asshole. Last year, he looked happy go lucky, this year he looked crushed, saddened, and beat. I hated the fact that I had created this horrible change in a beautiful person like Tommy in one year, well there I admitted that he is beautiful. I suppose if I see him during school, I'll be nicer, and maybe try to start over.
"Don't worry Tommy, Alex is a real jerk, we were really good friends and then one day in the beginning of seventh grade he left our lunch table and never talked to us again." Stephanie tried to console Tommy, and I overheard, this hut me a lot. I had really been a jerk to my friends to climb the ladder to popularity. I got a piercing feeling in my stomach; I suppose emotions can physically hurt at times. I must have started to look like shit, or she overheard Stephanie and Tommy, because Shruthi grabbed my hand and started to squeeze, and then she rubbed my back a little. I met Shruthi last year; she's the captain of competition cheerleading, which is incredible, especially because she moved here from Alpharetta, Georgia in the middle of the year. She is such a great person!
"Alex, Alex, Alley sweetie, we have to go up and get our schedules." Shruthi woke me up.
"Oh yay! School really gets to start! How wonderful!" I sarcastically exclaimed. Shruthi. When we got our schedules, we looked down, sadly we weren't in many classes together; just gym and lunch, and I had health this marking period anyway. I was sad, I thought that maybe because both of us are in all Pre AP and AP classes, that we might have more classes together, but we didn't so we hugged and separated. The first class I had today was AP Calculus 2, lovely I thought. Well this will be great I thought, math and a class where I won't know many kids. I'm a year ahead in math because freshman year they had me take Geometry and Algebra 2. When I got into Mr. Stuetenbach's class I saw Valerie and was happy. Valerie is a senior who is bi and is in my gay group in guidance.
"Hey Alex, you look fabulous, I can't believe its you!" She yelled as she came over to me. We hugged, and sat down next to each other. Eh, maybe Calc 2 wouldn't be too bad. Next period I had AP Chemistry with Mrs. Walker, .I figured this was going to be fine, and then I saw Tommy again.
"Wanna be lab partners again this year?" I asked hoping that he would acknowledge me and or give me a response.
"Only because you're the only person in the class without a lab partner already," it was somewhat of an acknowledgement, I decided to try and fix this in here. I had to find some things out and what better time than in a class where we'd all be buried in lab tables. When he sat next to me, I grabbed his thigh and rubbed it in a kind way like a parent would, not sexually, but a little too close for any other straight guy, but maybe in an act of extreme kindness way and said, "I'm really sorry Tommy, you were right before, and I want to make it up to you some how, to show you that I really do care." (I love lab tables, and the way they hide things ;P )
"Oh no, I stunned him, he's not saying a word, he had this look of utter confusion on his face, but he didn't look unhappy, or mean, he just looked deep into me, I got the feeling he was trying to x-ray me with his eyes, I'm loved this because it gives me that chance to get lost in those eyes again, something I haven't done in too long" I thought, and then I took my hand away from his leg to open my notebook and take notes on the supplies I'll need to go out to Wal-Mart and buy after football practice today.
"Mr. Cleason, is there more interesting than I that you are looking at, right now?" Mrs. Walker asked not understanding what Tommy was looking at.
"Yes, I mean, did I just say that, um, no ma'am. I must still be on summer mode sorry." The whole time, he must have been staring at me, wow! Anyway, all the kids in the class were laughing at him now, I have to admit, what he just said to Mrs. Walker was quite funny.
"You've got yourself a real winner there for a lab partner Mr. Parker" Mrs. Walker joked lightly.
"Yeah I do!" I joked back, but in reality I think I did!
Okay guys, how was Chapter 1? I promise, I'll get back to you on your e-mails, I've been pretty busy with school and all. Thank you for all the e-mails you gave me with your thoughts on my story so far!