Chapter Three

Ryan

I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands, my black dress shoes slapping the floor of St. Vladimir of Kiev's so early in the morning. I was hardly awake that morning, struggling to find my locker. Michael Jackson's P.Y.T, was humming in my ears, buzzing from the huge vintage headphones I had in my ears.

I staggered over to the blue and grey lockers, my eyes struggling to adjust to the bright light. My locker was numbered 1968 while TJ'S was 1967. His locker was further distinguished from mine with a bright purple lock, I had a black one. I fumbled with my combination, and had to try six times to unlock my locker. By the time I did get it open, I didn't even remember what I wanted in there anymore.

My locker was a complete and total mess. It was the third month of school and my locker looked like I had just been through judgement day. There were loose papers crushed between binders and heavy text books. My checkered red and black sweater was chucked in the corner and my gym shoes gave my locker a mossy cavern meets football locker scent. I bet TJ's locker was spotless, clean and lemon scented.

I was alarmed by the sound of shoes scurrying down the hallway. I turned around, and there was Kristoff or Jonas Geoff shuffling down the hallway. Kristoff was TJ's boyfriend of three months. He had glossy dark hair, with bangs that hung right above his ebony lashes. He had bright blue eyes, which often mirrored child-like innocence. His face was round and full of adorable innocence. His lips were full and naturally red. And he was the reason TJ realized he was gay.

"Hi Jonas." I mumbled. I pulled open my skull print bag and tossed my math text book within. Kristoff halted in front of me, his blue eyes darkening.

"I thought I told you to call me Kristoff." Jonas despised his real name. He thought that I hated him because I called him his real name. I wish Jonas showed his true colours to everyone and just not me. He wasn't as sweet and as innocent as everyone made him out to be. "Did you and TJ really have family business yesterday?"

My eyes went wide. I remember seeing preppy little Greg prancing over to our house yesterday. I couldn't believe Greg was cheating on Amelie while TJ was cheating on Jonas. Jonas and I may not be the best of friends, but being duped by someone you loved is something I would'nt wish on my worst enemy. I wanted to tell Jonas the truth about yesterday, but something told me not to. I wasn't about to get into TJ's screwed up love life.

"Dad took us out to the new Baskin Robins down the street." I lied, shoving my hands into the pockets of my black dress pants. I looked at the tiles of the floor, feeling the awkward air floating between us. "I'll see you in english, okay?"

Jonas nodded and gave me a weak half smile. "Yeah goodbye."

I watched Jonas walking down the hallway. All alone with the metal blue and grey lockers. I wish he was all alone in TJ's heart, instead of having to share with a secret guest like Greg.

If you've already read this chapter before, you're probably wondering why it changed. I'm just cleaning up the story making it easier to understand and this is my newly revised story. All of the good parts will be spared and there will not be any drastic changes. Continue to review!