Diary of a Gay (NOT!... well, maybe) Boy
folder
Original - Misc › Humour
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,811
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Original - Misc › Humour
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,811
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 4
August 27, Algebra, 11:50am
Math. The one class where everything makes sense and there’s only one right answer. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. I wish everything in my life was like this. There’s only one path. That way, we don’t have to worry about anything else. Everything is just there in plain black and white.
Yea, I’m one of those weird people who like math. Well, to a certain extent. It’s not like I’m extremely good at it or anything, it just all makes sense to me and I understand it. My dad’s a math professor, so I guess his math genes passed on to me. But, I don’t ever want to be like a math major or a math teacher. I don’t like it that much.
Anyway, it really does look like M. Dude isn’t gonna be in any more of my classes, which is good because then I can focus on something other than the way his dark brown eyes just look so intense and pull you in—
Ok, no more talk (or, well, I guess writing) of M. Du— he-who-will-not-be-mentioned. Or else I’ll never get passing grades. I mean, if I’m thinking of him all the time, I can’t pay attention in class or do my homework well.
Wow, class is over already. Off to my final class, Phys. Ed.
August 27, Phys Ed, 12:30pm
OH
MY
GOD.
He’s here.
Yes, HERE.
HE’S IN MY P.E. CLASS!!!!!!! HE-WHO-WILL-NOT-BE-MENTIONED IS IN MY P.E. CLASS!!!
Oh dear lord, I’ll never be able to think straight in this class, especially in the locker room.
Oh no, the LOCKER ROOM!!!! I totally forgot about that. How am I gonna be able to just stay invisible if I’m caught (accidentally) staring at his chest and possible six-pack?!?!?!
Well, I mean, he’s got something going on under that shirt. Even in that uniform, I can see he’s definitely defined or something there.
Luckily, today, we aren’t doing anything since we only have like a half hour class. It’d be like “Go change!” then once everyone’s gathered, “Alright, go back and change back into your uniforms.” So yea, that’d be kinda stupid.
Right now, the teachers are going over the syllabus (um, who really pays attention to the syllabus in PHYS ED CLASS?! No one, that’s who.) We’re all sitting here on the bleachers, listening (well, I know I’m not since I’m writing in here and thinking about how I’m gonna get he-who-will-not-be-mentioned out of my head.
You know, I think I preferred calling him M. Dude instead of that big long name, though I really do need to find out his real name. I missed his name AGAIN because I was freaking out when they called roll over the fact that he was in this class. THIS class. Of all the other classes he could’ve been in with me (well, besides the other two we’re already in together), it had to be THIS ONE.
If there’s a god out there somewhere, he must have some sort of ill will toward me to force this kind of fate onto me.
Oh, there’s the bell.
Homework
All classes: Get syllabi signed.
English: Finish reading summer reading books (yeah, right)
August 27, my room, 1:30pm
Well, glad school is over for today. I now have three days to myself before having to go back. I decided I would go ahead and call Orlando to find out exactly WHY he decided to leave me alone. I mean, if he were there, I would not have noticed M. Dude and then I wouldn’t be so confused or whatever about this whole situation.
So I’ll be back after the phone call.
Math. The one class where everything makes sense and there’s only one right answer. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. I wish everything in my life was like this. There’s only one path. That way, we don’t have to worry about anything else. Everything is just there in plain black and white.
Yea, I’m one of those weird people who like math. Well, to a certain extent. It’s not like I’m extremely good at it or anything, it just all makes sense to me and I understand it. My dad’s a math professor, so I guess his math genes passed on to me. But, I don’t ever want to be like a math major or a math teacher. I don’t like it that much.
Anyway, it really does look like M. Dude isn’t gonna be in any more of my classes, which is good because then I can focus on something other than the way his dark brown eyes just look so intense and pull you in—
Ok, no more talk (or, well, I guess writing) of M. Du— he-who-will-not-be-mentioned. Or else I’ll never get passing grades. I mean, if I’m thinking of him all the time, I can’t pay attention in class or do my homework well.
Wow, class is over already. Off to my final class, Phys. Ed.
August 27, Phys Ed, 12:30pm
OH
MY
GOD.
He’s here.
Yes, HERE.
HE’S IN MY P.E. CLASS!!!!!!! HE-WHO-WILL-NOT-BE-MENTIONED IS IN MY P.E. CLASS!!!
Oh dear lord, I’ll never be able to think straight in this class, especially in the locker room.
Oh no, the LOCKER ROOM!!!! I totally forgot about that. How am I gonna be able to just stay invisible if I’m caught (accidentally) staring at his chest and possible six-pack?!?!?!
Well, I mean, he’s got something going on under that shirt. Even in that uniform, I can see he’s definitely defined or something there.
Luckily, today, we aren’t doing anything since we only have like a half hour class. It’d be like “Go change!” then once everyone’s gathered, “Alright, go back and change back into your uniforms.” So yea, that’d be kinda stupid.
Right now, the teachers are going over the syllabus (um, who really pays attention to the syllabus in PHYS ED CLASS?! No one, that’s who.) We’re all sitting here on the bleachers, listening (well, I know I’m not since I’m writing in here and thinking about how I’m gonna get he-who-will-not-be-mentioned out of my head.
You know, I think I preferred calling him M. Dude instead of that big long name, though I really do need to find out his real name. I missed his name AGAIN because I was freaking out when they called roll over the fact that he was in this class. THIS class. Of all the other classes he could’ve been in with me (well, besides the other two we’re already in together), it had to be THIS ONE.
If there’s a god out there somewhere, he must have some sort of ill will toward me to force this kind of fate onto me.
Oh, there’s the bell.
Homework
All classes: Get syllabi signed.
English: Finish reading summer reading books (yeah, right)
August 27, my room, 1:30pm
Well, glad school is over for today. I now have three days to myself before having to go back. I decided I would go ahead and call Orlando to find out exactly WHY he decided to leave me alone. I mean, if he were there, I would not have noticed M. Dude and then I wouldn’t be so confused or whatever about this whole situation.
So I’ll be back after the phone call.