Josh is your stereotypical school nerd, good grades, always follow the rules, always do their homework, et cetera. The only thing that makes him different from your stereotypical school nerd is that he is gay.
Clayton is your typical idiotic footbal...
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Clayton Jones? Why is he calling me...?
I looked at my notification to find a ton of messages and a massive amount of missed calls from him. Jesus, what does this guy want? I was pitying him at school but now I just wanna strangle him until he choke and die. Note to self: ask Jenna why did that idea turn you on.
That's when his stupid name popped up on my screen again, but as much I hate him right now, he probably needs someone to talk to after that intense break-up with his girlfriend, I mean ex-girlfriend, Stefani today at school, so I accepted his call,
"Hello?"
"Joshie, you finally picked up the phone-"
"Clayton, I swear to god, if you call me that one more time I will hang up on you,"
"Right, I know you won't-"
"Well then try me,"
"Shut up, anyways I was just wondering..."
"Wondering...?"
"Erm..."
"Erm...?"
"You know what nevermind it's embarrassing,"
"Dude, what is it just say it,"
"It's nothing, lol, sorry for bothering you, I-"
"Clayton, you seriously spam called and spam texted me and in the end you just say it's nothing? Grow up,"
"I was just wondering if you wanna go out with me to watch a movie-" he said it in a rush, but I heard it, my eyes widen after he said that.
I hung up the call and plopped on my bed, I can't believe I'm going to go out with Clayton Jones, Clayton Jones! West Academy's most popular football player! I mean, there's nothing wrong with it, it's probably just a bro hangout thing, don't think too much Josh. But still there's this giddy feeling,
But now, I got to pick out an outfit. I dashed to my closet and start throwing everything that is inside out on my bed. After everything is out, it's time for picking. I decided to wear a white button-up shirt with a blue sweater outside with a pair of black jeans and a black belt. I walked over to the mirror and looked at the mirror. Damn, I look good,
It's not about aptitude, it's the way you're viewed,
I looked at the alarm clock at the side of my bed, 4:37 p.m., still 2 more hours and a few minutes to go. I decided to start on my homework, since I probably won't have any time to do it after I get home from the movies. After I finished it, I still have some time to kill, so I got on my bed and decided to watch some Netflix.
