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Dudes and dudettes, you guys are all wondering about what’s been said in the tabloids. I know rumors are big in high school, they’re unavoidable and all, but duuuuuude, let’s just avoid all that shit. And yeah, the rumor about me is true….I do sleep with my soccer ball. Hahaha, I have no idea where these people are getting their gossip sources from. Whatever, keep writing what you want.
Fuck them, fuck them all. I don’t know where to begin with how shitty my life is right now. Coach approached me about the rumors, said that a few guys on the team felt uncomfortable around me now. Great, is this my life? Pegged as the gay kid? I’m not even—it’s not even important. Did Jodi spill the beans? I don’t know how big her mouth is, or who she would tell. She’s pretty close to the male athletes…I dunno. Was it Scott? He’s a nice guy and promised me he wouldn’t tell anyone, but then again, who fucking knows. I don’t trust anyone these days. Way to make me paranoid, people. Back in San Diego, it wasn’t this shitty. Everything was chill and shabby. I want to go back home, none of this happened there. I was more careful back then. I guess this is how the outcasts of high school feel. I never wanted to be here, not there quite yet but I just know I’ll end up here. I barely see Kate anymore, aside from tutoring and that lame Halloween party. For one, I’m not doing well in my classes, worrying about everything so the tutoring sessions are lame. Kate’s probably going to believe the rumors and I’ll lose her too. What do I do now, huh? Who do I go to? Not my room, Tyler’s there. I can’t even feel comfortable in my own room.
The Halloween bash was pretty tight, with the exception of that sprinklers fiasco. I made sure my girl Kate was protected from the downpour of the water. I heard it’s like toilet water or something like that. We bailed and went to some Italian eatery, real nice and upper-class. I’m not used to those formal sit-down places. I like my burgers, fries, steak and potatoes with a hot waitress with a nice rack. Anyways, some trick-or-treaters came by and Kate and I gave them some of the dinner mints they have out. Candy, it’ll fuel ya. Even Tyler agrees with me on this day since I’m letting him bring sweets in the dorm room instead of the usual protein stuff. It’s time to chow down!
How can I make everyone believe I’m straight? There’s got to be a way…think think think…
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