Chapter Two
"Hunny look at me."
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Wyatt pov
I didn't want to look at her. Not one bit, I was scared about what she was going to say.
"Wyatt, please look at me." She nagged. So I looked her in the eyes for a quick second, and back down to my lap.
"Listen hunny, I swear I would never hurt you, or stop loving you. I've known you were gay since you were in third grade, you told me how much you wanted to marry this guy named Xavier I think it was. You loved when he called you 'Wy', he was the only one allowed to call you that. You even came home so happy that one day and you were all like 'I'm going to marry Xavier one day! Even he said it." That day i saw the twinkle in your eyes. Your father and I both noticed. But he didn't notice you said it was a guy." The last part out my father was said in a short, shaky breath.
"Wait really? I don't remember that at all" she wiped a tear from my face while I spoke and smiled. I missed my childhood friend.
"But I remember him, we were best friends until he switched schools in when I was I fourth grade and he was in fifth. I kind of miss him aha" I spoke softly remembering all the great memories me and him had as kids. I wonder where he is now.
" I miss him too hunny, he was a good kid. But i guess good things must come to an end." She huffed.
She looked down at the time. "Your classes start in about thirteen minutes, we have to hurry if we are going to make it in time, you have your schedule right?" She stated and questioned while staring to drive again, defiantly going faster then before.
"Oh ya, aha. Also! one question. Why are my math, Science and art all eleventh grade when I'm in tenth?"
"Teachers all saw how good you are, they want you in higher classes so you can reach your academic goals I guess." She shrugged her shoulders.
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8:10 am
"Bye mum! I have to run To my class, but see you after school! Thank you for everything!" And with that I ran to my first class. Eleventh grade Math class. Let's just say I made it just in time.
The last seat was one in the back next to a guy who looked familiar to someone I used to know but I didn't think anything of it. I just went and sat down.
"Hello class! I'm your math teacher Mrs. Briar. Just so some of you know we have a tenth grader in this math class due to his academic achievements. Wyatt Smith May you please stand up?"
I stood up, "here." I called out while awkwardly rubbing my elbow. She asked me if I was able to help students who are having a hard time out or just tutor anyone that she thinks will need it. I was perfectly fine with doing so anyway. All the teachers knew that I actually like tutoring people for some reason. I don't like people very much but it really helps me learn and get smarter too. Selfish right?
"Okay Wyatt thank you, you may now take a seat!"
The guy beside me looked at me, his big blue eyes staring at me, shining. He looked to be in a state of shock but trying not to show it. So I just waved at him. He didn't wave back, he turned back in his seat.
Rude...
Then he rambling to himself saying stuff like "that can't be him" "definitely not" "I mean he aged well but he is very short" "ya no" "not him" "Nope" which confused the fuck out of me but I just listened to Mrs speak without thinking about him.
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"Okay so, time for role call! When you hear your name just stand up and say here." Mrs quickly spoke.
"Ozzi Kai?" "Here"
"Blah blah blah" "here"
"Taylor Jones?" "Here"
"Nadia Shantell?" "Here"
I stopped paying attention to the role call. I didn't even care. So I took out my sketch book and drew as I waited for it to be over.
I heard all the names still, but I, myself heard one that rang a bell.
"Xavier Jaymes?" "Oh uh here"
It was my turn to be shocked. Was this my elementary school best friend or some random guy who managed to get the same first AND last names? Is that why he looks familiar to me? Maybe if I avoid talking to him he wouldn't even know who I am. Maybe he doesn't even remember me? Whatever. I missed him, but not enough to embarrass myself if it was the wrong person.
I can tell he is in the popular crowd too, there's like seven girls in here looking at him and blushing.
I started dozing off into space and definitely started thinking about him. All the memories from 2008 to 2015 flooded back.
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The nick name he gave me, the late night sleepovers, the pizza party nights, swimming, hiking, and just everything I value from that experience.
2013. Jan. 22
"Wy' I'm going to marry you one day! I don't care what you say"
2014. March. 3
" Xavier! Catch me!"
2012. April. 10
" Wy'! My mummy and I made your favourite pancakes! Come on!!!"
I remember him being my first kiss as a kid too. I mean what are the chances that in third grade you go for a hike with both your families and he kisses you right then and there?
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2013. June. 3
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"Wy' ! Come in hurry up! We are behind everyone!"
"MAKE ME!"
"Fine!!"
2011. May. 12
"Let go swimming in my new pool Xavier!"
"Don't splash me!"
"How rude!"
All the best memories.
And the worst...
2015. March 8th
"Wy' I know its your birthday but I have to tell you this...I- we- m-my family is moving. Like today is my last day in town for a while."
Oh how my heart broke that very moment.
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"Hey! Psst! Wyatt is it?" I look infront if me to see a guy, blueish-grey hair, grey eyes and covered in freckles that was looking at me trying to get my attention. "I'm Oliver by the way, you're year younger then me? You must be smart!" He sweetly spoke.
"Oh hi, ya it's Wyatt. Nice to meet you. I guess I'm younger. I'm in eleventh grade math, science and art. But I'm actually a tenth grader aha." I giggled.
"Well you seem pretty cool we should totally be friends. Well I have to keep my grades up so I have to do the work so, talk later though! Oh and what's your number?"
"Well your grades are important, so ya you might want to keep them up. And it's (xxx)-xxx-xxxx. Text or call me I guess aha. Wait let me write it down just in case."
I pulled out a piece of paper, wrote down my name and number and slid to paper over to him.
And with that I made my first only friend. But I continued listening to the lesson. Damn Oliver spoke so fucking fast. He was extremely cheerful and made little to no sense but I tried to pick up on it all. I mean I understood everything.
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Math was fine, nothing really happened. I have homework and shit but it's all pretty easy. Next Class, art. I'm pretty good at art but I don't know why I'm in the higher classes. It's just drawings and painting I guess.
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"Hi I'm your art teacher Mr. Matthews. I'll be teaching you guys the dynamic of art but ninety percent of this class will just be relaxing and making beautiful pieces of art."
This teacher. To preppy, and definitely gay. Very easy to tell.
Oliver is in my art class thank god, plus I got a seat beside me perfectly free. So I mean what could get worse? I only have to sit beside Oliver. So almost no one to tell me my stuff is good.
"Ah yes young man? Late again? Xavier your lucky I'm in a good mood today, go sit beside that young man with the glasses." The teacher pointed to me. I knew exactly who was behind me. Fuck.
"Glasses, whats your name young man?"
"Wyatt Smith aha"
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Author: short? Oops? Some are way longer then others, some are shorter then others. 🤷🏻♀️
I lied. This came out only like eight hours after chapter one oops 🙊
Chapter 3 is almost done and ya! I just wanted to get this one out so I don't leave y'all on that c l i f f h a n g e r.
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