Who wants to help write a successful book?
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“What’s wrong?” He asks sensing that I’m about to give in. “Just wait, okay? I’ll tell you later.” Our teacher Mrs. Bordes, is handing out sheets. At least i know we’re not doing something likely to hurt me in my confused state. I start to work as soon as the paper lands on my desk. I rushed through the paper and a second after I finish the bell rings. “LUNCH!” Mrs. Bordes yell’s and half the kids practically run out of the door. The other half happened to include me and Mackenzie. We slowly waited for the jam at the door to lessen and once everyone was out, we left. After walking for a little bit Mackenzie says, “So… What’s up?” I fiddle with my bag and chew my lip. Unlike other people, when I chew my lip, it’s super unattractive so Mackenzie knows something is really wrong. “Can I tell you something, Mack?” I ask hesitantly. He responds, “Well duh! I’m not a dumpster!” He can always make me laugh to some degree. “I think I have a little crush…” Instantly images of Avery are running through my head at a mile a second. Some of them are not even from today. “Is it me?” He asks a little devilishly because he knows I will never like him as more than a friend. “No…” I say to him. We’re in a crowd so I move to a corner where there is less people. I get closer to Mackenzie and whisper in his ear, “I think I like girls.”
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His face seem to fall slightly, but he regained his composure, and plastered on another smile. "Oh, ok." He ran his hand through his hair. "Um, who specifically?"
I bit my lips, and started fidgeting with my hair, the way I always do when I'm nervous. "Well, Um, it's kind of Avery...." -
“You do know I’m pansexual, right?” He asks me with a serious tone. “I kind of forgot…” I mumbled, barely louder than a whisper. “You know, I suspected it. I wanted to let you come out on your own term's. I know if I could come out again, that’s how I would have wanted it.
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“ Sorry. End Mackenzie’s sentence.
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k, cool
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I smiled. Of course Mackenzie already knew. He knows me better than I do.
"Avery though?" He asked a little confused. "I didn't think she was your type."
I shrugged. "To be honest, I didn't realize she was my type until today, so we're confused together."
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“See, that makes me wonder, my family has been acting weird. Do you think they suspect anything?” I ask him tentatively. “Sorry to be the one to tell you, but I think everybody has their suspicion’s.” He says quietly. I stare at him and he looks like he is trying to shrink into himself. “What did you do, Mackenzie?” I ask, very high pitched. I think I already knew what he was going to say. He mumbles, “I told your parents my suspicions,” then quickly his voice rose, but it was just to say, “I just want to let you know that I did it for the sake of your heart. I didn’t want to force you to come out…” he says the last bit a little bit quieter so the girls hanging by us couldn’t hear.
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“Why would you just assume that I am gay without asking me first? Especially if your going to be telling people about it when I haven’t even come to terms with it!” I say very loudly apparently because all the kids around us have started to circle us, whispering. Wanting a show no doubt. Mackenzie just stands there while I throw the ball that is guaranteed to ruin our friendship. I continue to yell, “Do you know how awkward it is to have people you love be so, so, so… separate from you and you don’t know why?” I say, stuttering now, “The fact that I don’t know what they are talking about is what frustrates me! And you, being the cause of their suspicions. It’s all your fault!” He just stands there avoiding eye contact. The crowd has gotten bigger and now it’s a full circle. I take a look at all the people and I see Avery in the front. I look back down at Mackenzie and when he doesn’t look back, I run into the crowd, which is surprised and instantly became chaos. The boys run away and the girls are staring at me or Mackenzie. He hits the ground on his knees and all the girls huddle around him. It used to be just me. Now we’re done.
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I ran to lunch, even though I had nothing to eat. I forgot to pack my lunch, and would rather die than eat the school food. I just sat in my seat, replaying everything that happened. Why would he tell my parents, of all people?!
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My mind turns to Andrew as I stare at the back of his head. He is talking to his friends like everything’s normal. Impulsively, I get up and head over to his table. He looks up, sees me, and instantly looks back down. I get there and all his friends are staring at me. One of them blurts out, “Your gay, mate?”
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I looked down, defeated. His friends already knew?! Andrew noticed my embarrassment, and glared at the one that asked me that. "Hey, that's not cool Tate."
His friend raised his hand in surrender. "All right all right, it was only a question!"
Andrew looked me dead in the eye and walked towards me. "Want to talk?" He asked, and then turned to Tate and his other friends. "Alone." -
“What happened in math today?” I ask him. He looks out of place, and like the only thing he wants is to be away from me. “Umm… is it true?” He responds slowly. “What?” I ask, slightly venomously. Not a good topic to have with my maybe boyfriend. He says even more quietly, “Are you actually lesbian?” I stare at him because I knew he was going to say that, but it was still shocking. “Is that why you all care? Because rumors spread so quickly?” He looks at me defiantly, because unlike Mackenzie, Andrew was a tough football player who throw’s the winning goal every time. He knows he can take me down easy. I continue, “I have some issues, but I guarantee you got them too. Everybody does. So why does this d**n school care so much about every body’s lives instead of their own? Rumors are fake-a** excuses to ruin peoples lives. And your all full of it!” I say, and then once again I walk out on a loved one. I get into the hallway and then I realized, I don’t have anybody now.
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The bell rang, and I had to go to my next class, art, which I had with Mackenzie. I sat in my seat, and he sat in his, which was right next to me. He looked at me.
"I'm sorry." He said. "That was.... Really bad. I shouldn't have told anyone my suspicions. Forgive me?" -
I ignore him and get out my art folder which is full of random art projects. My favorite is an acrylic nail design that I made. Mr. Mason is giving a lecture about the one time he impressed his mom with an art piece. He’s a sad man. Mackenzie is looking at me but I continue to ignore him. Mr. Mason tells us all to pull out last weeks work and finish it. I was working on a painting called ‘Listen, I’m Coming’. It is a faint image of a girl walking down a hall towards a mirror. Cool, right? I see Mackenzie pull his out, which is a plain old fashioned wood cabin by the forest.
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He looks at my painting. "That's really cool." He said softly. I nodded, and grabbed some paintbrushes to get working. Mackenzie followed me. "Look, can you at least talk to me?" I glared at him, then stopped. He didn't look as mad as I thought he'd be. Mostly just.... Sad, and kind of lonely.
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