What a good boy…Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Clothes make the man right?

No, not really. But having cooler clothes does seem to have set some of the assholes I’ve been dealing with back a half step or something. I haven’t been as abused verbally today. Looked at a lot but only the few real world classed assholes yelled stuff at me.

Ooooh…calling me a fag that’s so original really. I let it…pass. Let them have his small little victory so he puffs himself up. I’d rather not get into a fight. I’m not afraid to be in a fight, I’ve been in a few I guess no more than most guys but If I go looking for trouble or taking everyone on then I’m the one that looks unstable.

The school gets to get me out, and the assholes get to apply crazy bitch to me gleefully.

I get hip bumped out of the blue, not like hard but I wasn’t expecting it I spin-turn and Gwen’s there grinning at me. God she looks good, you know those girls that get into jeans and a top and they’re all super sexy hips and tiny waists and in Gwen’s case big boobs.

She was stunning in that tee-shirt.

How do they make girls shirts like that just cling to them like a second skin?

“Whoa…Tracy it’s me. Chill who’d you think it was?”

“Anyone really, I mean just because they haven’t got rough yet doesn’t mean they won’t.”

She looks at me. Then she hugs me.

Oh Yayness I…

“You don’t have to put up with the bullshit.”

“Yeah since when? I mean seriously Gwen you’re popular and pretty and you’re around these people. They’d eat their own young to get ahead. And making my life hell’s popular so therefore a notch on the social ladder.”

She looks at me. “Oh, so that’s why you’re nervous around me?”

“Uh-Yeah duh.”

“Why?”

“Exfuckinzactly. Why? Why be friendly to me at all unless you’re getting something out of it or setting me up for something? We’re not exactly socially matched up so why lower yourself.”

“I’m not asshole.” She’s still walking beside me but even calling me asshole she doesn’t back away or leave.

“Then what? I’d like to believe you…Jesus…It’d be nice to have someone not to have to worry about backstabbing me.”

“I’m not lowering myself because the stuff people see is me but they just lump me in with the rest of them.”

“Oh how?”

“Well for one I live over in Century Park.”

Century Park’s not a park but a trailer court. No, not one of the places like on Trailer Park boys but the lots with prefab basements or concrete slabs they set their mini homes on with a small yard and a bit of space but actually lower middle class kind of living.

“I thought you were like rich or something.”

“We’re not doing bad and stuff but Mom stays at home, Dad works for the town and I got three other sisters at home.”

“Oh..”

“Yuh-huh Oh.” She says it in that voice girls use when they imitate a guy being stupid. “Look I’m not really one of them. I’m good at sports and yeah I guess I am good looking and that gets me pegged to be put into the whole same type of person as some of those asses.”

“Okay, shit sorry.”

“Hey, I get it it’s alright…well it’s not but I’m used to it. Not just the whole Alpha set shove me in that box too y’know. I get it from everyone. Blonde, big tits, long legs…I must be a scheming social climbing cunt right?”

“Like Uh….Huh!” I try to pitch my voice into cheerleader valley squeak and waggle my head in a cross between a nod and being a bobblehead doll.

She laughs and slips an arm around my side. “See right there, that’s what I like about you.”

“Like cause I’m like pretty!”

(Giggles-snorts.) “No…you make me laugh!”

I try my DeNiro. “So…what? I’m…funny lookin to you now?”

She giggles a bit then bursts out laughing. “Okay it was good but not that funny.”

“Sorry, sorry…It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“It’s you and what happened and…and what happened?”

Okay…I’m actually smiling, because since my accident and operation people won’t joke with me about it. Make fun yes, talk about it behind my back sure. But actually joke around?

“I just had those whole mental image of you in panties in the changing room…doing that…”

I grin and cock my hip sideways in an overly exaggerated way. And do my DeNiro impression again. “So…you all think that it’s funny do you…but…but…I’ll tell you right now…so you had better pay close attention…there is nothing funny about Hello Kitty.”

I love it.

Have you ever make someone laugh so hard they start coughing. I even got to see Gwen’s eyes widen.

We end up going to the bathroom together because she has to pee. And yes I went with, but not in the stall. I watch her do her girlification routine afterwards and as much as she really does it for me I can feel this becoming more. Like a friendship.

“Huh, I just figured something out about relationships.”

Gwen looks at me. “Okay, shoot.”

“Bathrooms.”

“Huh?”

“When you’re getting really with someone you have to be friends, because if it’s just dating then there’s no way either person would be comfortable using the bathroom around the other person. But if you’re friends enough for that then that’s way closer than most people get.”

Lol, yay me.

She started laughing again so much she wrecked her make-up.

We both actually get looks from some of the girls as we’re doing our thing at the sinks. There’s a few that aren’t on board with the whole me using their bathroom. Some are just curious.

We leave and head to class.

“You know I’m not sure what’s worse. Them treating me like I’m a disease or the ones that only will sort of give me the time of day out on being curious.”

“Hey I’m one of the curious.”

I look at her then roll my eyes.

She just laughs then we split for classes.

Actually Gwen just being…well I guess her being not what I thought she was and actually pretty decent kind of made my day. I mean the usual stuff happened with the names or the looks and some of the whispers.

Oh yeah and the texting. I really hate that because there’s always someone snapping a picture of me at least a few times a day. Though I’m seeing and hearing some danger signs. Some of the alpha set…whisper, whisper, whisper…or whisper, whisper, Gwen…and twice I saw some of the alpha thugs staring at me.

Hmm yeah, God forbid someone cross the invisible line they’ve put in place to keep the peons in their place.

Lunch.

I was heading to meet up with Gwen when I get passed en masse by a whole group of them the whole point I guess to make me walk through them.

Hell no, I move book bag in front on me and back to the lockers. They take their time going passed like slowing down looking for and opening. One of them Frank Murray glares at me hard. He’s not a jock but he’s popular and has cash, his dad’s a lawyer or something. He might have said something but Sophie Ash comes along and slips in from of me and uses her black girl powers on him.

Yeah black girl powers…that I’m so with it it’s a law of nature and you’re so not it’s like you’re offending the whole concept of cool. Sophie’s great looking too and tall with long legs and nice pert and perky toned body. She’s on the basketball team with Gwen, I know stereotypes but…sometimes they’re true.

Sophie is black, and cool and hot and she’s giving Frank this home girl stare-down that is just almost painting him with the vibes of. “You’re just a useless white boy, go away you bother me.” And he doesn’t like it but he moves on because Sophie has another thing that everyone knows about. Two older brothers in high school that both play football.

They call them the Kilimanjaro brothers.

He and them pass and he’s mad but the others are too and confused. Sophie’s semi-alpha, she’s good looking and hot and part of a sports family with decent money. But semi because she’s black. I mean It’s Canada and all and I guess even here it’s not too bad like other places but I’ve heard nasty stuff still used even now-a-days. All the ethnic kids get put in their own little social boxes unless they’re really good looking or have cash.

“You okay Tracy?”

“Uhm yeah thanks?”

“Sure I just didn’t like the look of that.”

“Me neither I’ve seen enough prison movies that I though…okay this is where I get shanked.”

She smiles and laughs a bit. “Gwen said you were funny.”

“Thanks, no really thanks for standing up for me Sophie.”

“Hey, been there…Middle school as the only black girl taught me a nice dose of caution with some people.”

“Sorry that sucks.”

“Yeah, you want to join us for lunch?”

“Sure, C’mon let’s go to the yard.”

“Tracy?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop staring at my ass.”

“Okay…sorry.”

It’s a really nice ass, it’s super hard not to stare at it.

I get some food, which isn’t too bad a little too much on the healthy side but hey when in Rome right? I get an apple, some salad…Not girly, I like salads especially the Greek ones. I like spinach but olives and feta all of that’s good in my book. I get a chicken burger too and some yogurt. I sit with Sophie

I’m not really expected by them and pretty much just by Gwen. The other girls are a mixture of the jockettes, some of the more freely social alpha types and a smattering of a few others I’m the only guy.

Well shit….I’m sitting at the girls table.

Yeah, I could pitch a fit and leave or something jut childish or I can just man up and show them I’m me, just me. I smile and wave. “Hello everyone.” But I pull out Sophie’s chair for her and she gives me the strangest look.

Okay…

I take a seat and smile at them a bit nervous and shy.

Whoo-boy…now what?