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I think I made God angry
6. I think I made God angry
I woke up to the back of Jacob’s head. I groaned and rolled away from him, pulling the covers with me.
“Jayden, stop,” Jacob said, pulling some of the covers back to him. I sighed and rolled back over wrapping one of my arms around him lifting myself up to look at the clock. 5:00AM it read. Why do I wake up so randomly?
Why? Does God hate me? Does the world hate me? Am I so hate-able that I have to wake up so early so people don’t sneak into my room and kill me while I sleep?
That could be it. The world is gay-hating on me! How dare it!
--
“The world hates me,” I said, sitting at the table, my dad just continued to read his paper as my mom rushed around to get ready for work.
“Why?” Dad said, not looking up from his paper.
“Because I’m gay,” I said in a ‘duh’ kind of voice.
“Then just stop being gay,” my dad said, turning the page in his paper.
“I can’t just stop being gay!” I said slapping my hands on the table softly, his coffee cup moving a little, “I told everyone already.”
I rolled my eyes a little.
“Now, whose fault is that?” he asked slowly, bringing the paper closer to his face then lowering it back down to the table then back up again like he couldn’t believe what was in the paper.
I didn’t answer but just watched him then stood up from my chair and walked around to look what was in the paper.
A monkey, no a tiny, dying monkey killed his caretaker but throwing poop into his mouth choking him…
Ew. Monkey poop.
--
My first hour sucks monkey poop. Ew. Monkey poop.
It’s English and no one likes English besides those English nerds but who cares about them. I do… some of them are HOT. I would totally bone some of those English nerds.
Like this one guy, his name is Michael Waltrip and he is just so emo! It’s so cute. He sits by himself at lunch (like me) and he wears really super cute hats. I love him but we totally don’t know each other. I love him anyway. I would totally stalk him… like WOW stalk.
I just love him. End of story.
He’s in my English class and he sits… across the room from me but still! We are close in spirit and mind. I watch him as he writes down whatever he writes down in English class. I slide down in my seat some more and brought my book up to my nose, resting it there so I could watch Michael without seeming weirder then I already am.
I licked my lips, getting my book too. I pushed my book back down on the desk making it slam down sticking my tongue out in a disgusting manner. I pulled my tongue back in my mouth and glanced around seeing that people were staring at me, even Michael. I rolled my eyes at them and sighed.
“The book doesn’t taste good,” I whispered pointing at my book. A few chuckled and whispered to a few of the classmates. I glanced up at Michael who was smiling and glancing back at me. I bent my head and giggled to myself.
He is just too cute.
--
I stared at the iPod innocently sitting on the ground next to me. I would be in the Art room but Mr. Wood is being a jerk and started an Art Club on Tuesdays during lunch.
Back to the iPod that isn’t mine next to me. I’m bored, whoever dropped this must’ve understood and was a future-looker-thing, saw my boredom and dropped it here on purpose! Must be that. I grabbed the iPod and stared at the blank screen for a moment.
I turned it on and sighed heavenly as it turned on. I scrolled down on the iPod to the music. I looked through the music seeing no bands that I knew. Most of them were in Japanese or some other different language. I frowned at the iPod and pushed the back button. I scrolled down to the Videos and sighed happily seeing some movies that I have never seen but am willing to take a chance and watch them.
I looked through the movies and picked a random one called ‘Rent’. It sounds nice enough.
--
“Is that my iPod?” some guy asked me standing in my sun light. I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow at him. He has super bright hair and I love it. It’s like rainbow colored.
“Could be,” I said pausing my new favorite movie ‘Rent’.
“Could you give it back?” He asked blushing a little. Aww, he is just frickin’ cute!
“Maybe,” I answered standing up. I brushed off my backside with my free hand, “If you answer one thing,” I said pointing the iPod at him.
“Okay,” he said looking down at me. He is taller then me, like a few inches taller. He has the super cool brightly rainbow colored hair, pretty blue eyes, and dressed like a drama nerd. You know all in black but not the Gothic black but the drama black.
“Are you gay?” I asked tilting my head to the side. He blushed a bright red and bit his lip, moving his eyebrows downward a little.
“Do I really look gay?” he asked. I nodded and he sighed and popped his hip out a little and gave me a little nod. I giggled at him and wanted to hug him.
“Aww, I love you!” I said, gushing at his cuteness. I calmed down after a moment of giggling at him. I took the earphones out of my ears and gave his iPod back. He took it and I took his arm and started to drag him out of the spot I was in, telling him, “We are going to be best friends now even if you don’t want to be.”
He let me drag him into the school and down the art hall, where I was probably late for class.
“What class do you have now?” I asked glancing back at him stopping in front of the Art room door.
“Free study,” he said cutely. I awed at him again and tugged him with me into the Art room where Mr. Wood was teaching the class or something. He glanced at me, then at my newest best friend behind me, and then ignored us as I tugged him back to my little desk by Mr. Wood’s desk.
--
I had to let my newest best friend go to his class but we had a blast in Art. His name is Josh by the way. He is super fun to hang with when he gets to know someone and isn’t all super shy and stuff. I love him… like Michael Waltrip love. I’m now in math, because that’s my next class. Duh.
I leaned my head back so it was on Jake’s desk. He smiled at me and pushed my hair backwards from my forehead then poked me in the forehead. He is allowed to talk to me in this class because none of his jock friends are in this class. I pouted at him and sat up to fix my hair.
“Hey, I’m coming over today too,” he said then making a face at me because I made a face at him when I turned around.
“Kay,” I said rolling my eyes like it was a big deal that he was coming over again.
“Do you want to go to the mall this Saturday?” He asked innocently. I sat up straight throwing off my back a little. I moaned in pain but nodded excitedly at him.
“Why?” I asked, leaning on his desk. He shrugged at me and sighed.
“Because,” he said, pausing, “gay guys are chick magnets.”
I glared at him and pouted.
“Stop using me,” I whined, pouting at him still. “Babies are also chick magnets but I don’t see you getting someone knocked up.”
He rolled his eyes at me then covered my face with one of his hands and pushed me away.
“You are so mean to me,” I said, turning away from him and crossing my arm to show that I was angry with him.
“We’ll talk about it after school,” he said, pushing my head a little bit to the side.
So mean.
--
I blankly stared at the Boy’s Locker Room door with a frown. I crossed my arms and sighed throwing my head to the side and started to walk forwards a bit but then saw something bright to my side. I looked towards the colorful something and saw Josh walking down the hall with someone else.
I ran towards him and latched to his arm, he jumped and tried to pull his arm away from me, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.
He stopped trying when he saw it was me.
“Hi Jayden,” he said softly. I smiled up at him and pressed my body against his arm.
“Hi Josh,” I said then pouting at him, “Where you going?”
“To class,” he said looking down at his arm.
“Oh,” I said sadly and backed away from him, “Okay, you may leave now.”
I shooed him away with a flick of my hand.
“Bye Jayden,” he said, turning and walking away with his friend.
“I’ll miss you!” I yelled, making a kissy face at him. He turned and waved a blush on his face, as his friend poked him in the side and said something to him in a whisper.
I let out a large sigh and turned back away to head my way back to the locker room. I walked in and glared at the half naked boys in the room. I walked past them, some of them doing catcalls at me and stuff. I hate gym.
I woke up to the back of Jacob’s head. I groaned and rolled away from him, pulling the covers with me.
“Jayden, stop,” Jacob said, pulling some of the covers back to him. I sighed and rolled back over wrapping one of my arms around him lifting myself up to look at the clock. 5:00AM it read. Why do I wake up so randomly?
Why? Does God hate me? Does the world hate me? Am I so hate-able that I have to wake up so early so people don’t sneak into my room and kill me while I sleep?
That could be it. The world is gay-hating on me! How dare it!
--
“The world hates me,” I said, sitting at the table, my dad just continued to read his paper as my mom rushed around to get ready for work.
“Why?” Dad said, not looking up from his paper.
“Because I’m gay,” I said in a ‘duh’ kind of voice.
“Then just stop being gay,” my dad said, turning the page in his paper.
“I can’t just stop being gay!” I said slapping my hands on the table softly, his coffee cup moving a little, “I told everyone already.”
I rolled my eyes a little.
“Now, whose fault is that?” he asked slowly, bringing the paper closer to his face then lowering it back down to the table then back up again like he couldn’t believe what was in the paper.
I didn’t answer but just watched him then stood up from my chair and walked around to look what was in the paper.
A monkey, no a tiny, dying monkey killed his caretaker but throwing poop into his mouth choking him…
Ew. Monkey poop.
--
My first hour sucks monkey poop. Ew. Monkey poop.
It’s English and no one likes English besides those English nerds but who cares about them. I do… some of them are HOT. I would totally bone some of those English nerds.
Like this one guy, his name is Michael Waltrip and he is just so emo! It’s so cute. He sits by himself at lunch (like me) and he wears really super cute hats. I love him but we totally don’t know each other. I love him anyway. I would totally stalk him… like WOW stalk.
I just love him. End of story.
He’s in my English class and he sits… across the room from me but still! We are close in spirit and mind. I watch him as he writes down whatever he writes down in English class. I slide down in my seat some more and brought my book up to my nose, resting it there so I could watch Michael without seeming weirder then I already am.
I licked my lips, getting my book too. I pushed my book back down on the desk making it slam down sticking my tongue out in a disgusting manner. I pulled my tongue back in my mouth and glanced around seeing that people were staring at me, even Michael. I rolled my eyes at them and sighed.
“The book doesn’t taste good,” I whispered pointing at my book. A few chuckled and whispered to a few of the classmates. I glanced up at Michael who was smiling and glancing back at me. I bent my head and giggled to myself.
He is just too cute.
--
I stared at the iPod innocently sitting on the ground next to me. I would be in the Art room but Mr. Wood is being a jerk and started an Art Club on Tuesdays during lunch.
Back to the iPod that isn’t mine next to me. I’m bored, whoever dropped this must’ve understood and was a future-looker-thing, saw my boredom and dropped it here on purpose! Must be that. I grabbed the iPod and stared at the blank screen for a moment.
I turned it on and sighed heavenly as it turned on. I scrolled down on the iPod to the music. I looked through the music seeing no bands that I knew. Most of them were in Japanese or some other different language. I frowned at the iPod and pushed the back button. I scrolled down to the Videos and sighed happily seeing some movies that I have never seen but am willing to take a chance and watch them.
I looked through the movies and picked a random one called ‘Rent’. It sounds nice enough.
--
“Is that my iPod?” some guy asked me standing in my sun light. I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow at him. He has super bright hair and I love it. It’s like rainbow colored.
“Could be,” I said pausing my new favorite movie ‘Rent’.
“Could you give it back?” He asked blushing a little. Aww, he is just frickin’ cute!
“Maybe,” I answered standing up. I brushed off my backside with my free hand, “If you answer one thing,” I said pointing the iPod at him.
“Okay,” he said looking down at me. He is taller then me, like a few inches taller. He has the super cool brightly rainbow colored hair, pretty blue eyes, and dressed like a drama nerd. You know all in black but not the Gothic black but the drama black.
“Are you gay?” I asked tilting my head to the side. He blushed a bright red and bit his lip, moving his eyebrows downward a little.
“Do I really look gay?” he asked. I nodded and he sighed and popped his hip out a little and gave me a little nod. I giggled at him and wanted to hug him.
“Aww, I love you!” I said, gushing at his cuteness. I calmed down after a moment of giggling at him. I took the earphones out of my ears and gave his iPod back. He took it and I took his arm and started to drag him out of the spot I was in, telling him, “We are going to be best friends now even if you don’t want to be.”
He let me drag him into the school and down the art hall, where I was probably late for class.
“What class do you have now?” I asked glancing back at him stopping in front of the Art room door.
“Free study,” he said cutely. I awed at him again and tugged him with me into the Art room where Mr. Wood was teaching the class or something. He glanced at me, then at my newest best friend behind me, and then ignored us as I tugged him back to my little desk by Mr. Wood’s desk.
--
I had to let my newest best friend go to his class but we had a blast in Art. His name is Josh by the way. He is super fun to hang with when he gets to know someone and isn’t all super shy and stuff. I love him… like Michael Waltrip love. I’m now in math, because that’s my next class. Duh.
I leaned my head back so it was on Jake’s desk. He smiled at me and pushed my hair backwards from my forehead then poked me in the forehead. He is allowed to talk to me in this class because none of his jock friends are in this class. I pouted at him and sat up to fix my hair.
“Hey, I’m coming over today too,” he said then making a face at me because I made a face at him when I turned around.
“Kay,” I said rolling my eyes like it was a big deal that he was coming over again.
“Do you want to go to the mall this Saturday?” He asked innocently. I sat up straight throwing off my back a little. I moaned in pain but nodded excitedly at him.
“Why?” I asked, leaning on his desk. He shrugged at me and sighed.
“Because,” he said, pausing, “gay guys are chick magnets.”
I glared at him and pouted.
“Stop using me,” I whined, pouting at him still. “Babies are also chick magnets but I don’t see you getting someone knocked up.”
He rolled his eyes at me then covered my face with one of his hands and pushed me away.
“You are so mean to me,” I said, turning away from him and crossing my arm to show that I was angry with him.
“We’ll talk about it after school,” he said, pushing my head a little bit to the side.
So mean.
--
I blankly stared at the Boy’s Locker Room door with a frown. I crossed my arms and sighed throwing my head to the side and started to walk forwards a bit but then saw something bright to my side. I looked towards the colorful something and saw Josh walking down the hall with someone else.
I ran towards him and latched to his arm, he jumped and tried to pull his arm away from me, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.
He stopped trying when he saw it was me.
“Hi Jayden,” he said softly. I smiled up at him and pressed my body against his arm.
“Hi Josh,” I said then pouting at him, “Where you going?”
“To class,” he said looking down at his arm.
“Oh,” I said sadly and backed away from him, “Okay, you may leave now.”
I shooed him away with a flick of my hand.
“Bye Jayden,” he said, turning and walking away with his friend.
“I’ll miss you!” I yelled, making a kissy face at him. He turned and waved a blush on his face, as his friend poked him in the side and said something to him in a whisper.
I let out a large sigh and turned back away to head my way back to the locker room. I walked in and glared at the half naked boys in the room. I walked past them, some of them doing catcalls at me and stuff. I hate gym.