I've never been the romantic type. From what I can remember, in my life, I've only ever had one real relationship, so I guess that has something to do with it. I think. You're probably thinking, "what about in middle or high school?" Nope. None. I wasn't your average teenager at that time. At the time, you say? How old is this person telling this story? Well, I guess we'll have to save this information for later. Remember how I said I had one relationship in my life? I think we'll start there. 

/_> I've heard the world is supposed to end this year.

/_> Don't be crazy; I said it would end twelve years ago.

/_> You're all stupid for believing in that stuff. 

/_>Pretty sure if the world were going to, we'd know for sure from NASA.

Jesus, these comments are getting bad. Every that big ball drops. Everyone has debated for the last month and a half when the world will end. It has been sweeping the media, and they love it. Actual news journalism, screw that. It's also been an excellent time for those narcissists like Alex Jones to come out. Everyone is watching him these days. The guy is supposed to be a radio host/ theorist. He's not a scientist. Crap, I'm also late for class. I better put my phone away before being caught by that hall monitor. 

I seriously can't believe this is my last year of school. Falcon High School. Honestly, it's been good, considering I've been an honor student since elementary school. So, most people know who I am, so I have a good reputation. However, I do have one secret of my own that no one knows.

I've never dated anyone. Hell, I never even liked a girl, let alone feel attracted to one. Honestly, at this point, I'm beginning to think I'm gay. I say this because there was a time in the boy's locker room. Oh, I remember it like it was yesterday. 

Back when I did track and field in my first year, I had decided to take a shower in the locker room. It was my first time, of course, and I'd never showered with other boys before except my dad when I was younger. At first, it was very comfortable, but I realized I was among other men. So, after about two minutes of being in there, one of the sophomores at the time goes by the name Tommy Flicker; I know, right. Probably the third fastest on the whole team beating me by two places. Hey, fifth place isn't too bad for a Freshman. He had a body. I mean, this kid was chiseled, and he's only sixteen.

Steroids, you say. Not at all; it's all-natural. That's what made it even more impressive. Tommy looked like he was preparing himself for the World Heavyweight Championship. Meanwhile, I was a skinny short guy who still hadn't hit his growth spurt. Watching him was like sitting in the dark for years by a closed curtain window. Then suddenly someone opens them. Who turned on the lights?! That man was the light. And I could not stop staring into the light. It took me a while to realize why it was getting brighter and brighter. And there I saw his eyes were gazing at me. I felt so hot and warm. He had the look on his face like, "I know I'm good-looking and everything, but you've been looking too much. It's creeping me out." But I couldn't stop staring into his eyes. The more I did, the warmer and hotter I became. Damn, I'm getting so hot that I want to scream. Ahhhhhh.  

Yeah, so it turned out I accidentally flipped the knob of the water setting too hot. Of course, later, everyone in the locker room talked about it, but soon people ignored it. I guess they didn't spread gossip around since I never stayed around to shower. They figured, "Oh, that was his first-time seeing Tommy." Anyone will stop what they're doing to see a sixteen-year-old with a chiseled body. There is a "guy code." Anything that happens in the locker room stays in the locker room. I'm safe!!

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Crap, I'm late for class now. Let's hope I don't run into that hall monitor. The last time I ran into her, I got bad-mouthed in front….

"Aaron. Aaron Wheeler. You think you can skip class just because you're some cute popular person from the track and field team?"

Damn, it's Jasmine Moore. She's our school's hallway monitor. This girl is so good at remembering names for some reason. Now that I think about it, she probably remembers mine since she catches me about once or twice a week. However, I do feel like she explicitly seeks me out on purpose. I'm not trying to skip class; I'm.

"Hey!! Stop daydreaming. Did you hear what I said to you?"

"Huh, what about being cute or you spouting nonsense about me skipping class?"

"What! I never said you were cute! Now your spouting nonsense."

"Jasmine, let's face it, you have some crush on me. I get it; that's why you seek me out. You know well as I, I've never skipped any classes before. My grades and being in the Honors Program prove that. You're in the honors program, are you not?"

"Well, yeah, duh. But what does this have to do with it? And who says I have a crush on you?"

"Oh, you don't? Then why can I hear your heartbeat from her,e and why the red face?"

"My-my heartbeat? Oh gosh, it is beating fast. And my face, hey!!!"

"Ha-ha. You fall for that every time. Well, I'll see you for the chess club after school later." 

Man, I feel that gets easier and easier every time. However, I will suffer the repercussions later. The last time this happened, I got embarrassed in front of the whole track team. Yeah, I'm still doing that. I started track and field back in seventh grade. Anyway, she said I got a boner while looking at her in the study hall. Untrue. What happened was I was relieving myself since I had a bad itch. She happened to be staring at me like she does every chance she gets when I'm around. When I saw her looking at me, she quickly turned away; her face turned red. That's what happened. An over-obsessed girl sees her crush itching his balls. I wondered what she was thinking in those moments. Because I was scratching for quite a bit while studying, speaking of study hall, it should change to free time. No one hardly learns these days. 

Finally, I'm here. It's time for science class with Mr. Van Kirk. He's been a terrific guy for the six months and a half I've known him. Did I mention he's short or is it because I'm tall now? Yeah, that's right, I'm officially six-three. That growth spurt hit me sophomore year.

"Mr. Wheeler, I see we're late today. Do you have an excuse?"

"Yes, I do. Ms. Jones kept a little longer for a lesson I missed last week, and I apologize for that."

"Apologize for wanting to learn, not at all. If anything, everyone should look up to you. You're a model student, after all. Oh, speaking of students, we have a new student with us today. Her name is Erica. Starting today, you'll officially have a science partner. You and she ironically have the same classes except for homeroom. Please help her out with getting acquainted with our school."

"Sure thing, I don't mind."

"Thank you. Okay, class, back to what I was saying. What are the essential things living organisms need to survive?"

Crap, just when I was enjoying doing science alone. There is one thing about me I don't like is babysitting someone. When I started this class, everyone wanted to be my partner, so I asked the teacher if I could work alone. I know for a fact everyone wants to ride off me. Oh well, it can't help it. So, I guess she took my window seat. This little whoa. It would help if you were there when this girl turned towards me. I wanted nothing more than to have her be my girlfriend. Wait, what the hell did I say?! It's completely crazy; I've never had a crush on anyone. Let alone wanting them to be my girlfriend. My heart was pounding so hard, and I'm pretty sure my face was red; well, if I was white, that is. Wait, what will mom say if I tell her the first girl I have a crush on is white? Why am I thinking of all this stuff right now? I mean, I haven't even properly introduced myself. Will she ask why I, a black guy, have such a white name? Aaron, it's just a girl. Just a girl? Come on; this is your first crush!!

"Um, are you okay? You look like you're constipated."

Damn it. Great job, noob, the first girl you ever liked, and you had to be weird. Now she thinks you look constipated.

"Ah, yeah, I'm fine, no worries."

You'll not be okay; you just screwed up big time. And wait, constipated, does that mean when I'm in my deep thought mode, I look constipated? Damn, I'm doing it right now. 

"Okay, are you sure? Cause now you seem to be having a nervous breakdown."

"Yeah, I'm cool. It's just been a long day. By the way, I should properly introduce myself. My name is…."

"Your name is Aaron William Wheeler. Seventeen years old. Your birthday is in two months. You're enrolled in the Gifted Program and recognized by the school as the smartest person. Not just here but in the entire eastern region. Six years in track and field and four-year champion in the chess tournaments in the eastern school region."

What the hell just happened….?