after reading his note i decided to respond to it. taking out a fresh piece of paper, i started writing.
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the next day i went to my locker and took out the unnecessary things out of my bag and replaced them with the things i needed. i have my note in my front pocket ready to be given.
i walked past locker 209 to get to my class, not sparing a glance at michael. i'm not wasting my time on some guy who's a homophobic ass. im a busy guy who has better things to do than to cry over some very very hurtful words that came out of a very very beautiful boy.
wait... what?
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it's lunch break now. i should be nervous but i'm not.
i walked into the library and went straight to the back table. there sat michael, his head resting on the table, i'm kind of surprising that he even showed up. i walked up to him, took out my note and slammed it on the table. his head shot up, startled. he opened his mouth to say something but i stopped him.
"save your breath, i won't listen." i shook my head and walked away.
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he didn't try to talk to me the whole day and the days after that.
