Everyone Has Flaws

It was a cool breezy day in October. The leaves were splashes of bright reds and oranges that danced to the ground as gusts of wind blew in from the south. The birds sang soothing songs as the sun was beginning to rise over the neighbourhood rooftops.
I walked to school that morning, not even bothered by the fact that it was Monday.
I was actually pretty happy considering I had to face a bunch of stupid kids once I went inside the building.
It was probably because my birthday was just around the corner. I was going to be eighteen years old. An actual adult. I mean, who wouldn't be excited about that?
Plus, every Halloween, the school sets up these dances where everyone wears their costumes and gets free food.
I've never actually had a date for a dance. I've always just went with my one and only friend, Mathew. We'd always corner ourselves in the back of the gym and dance where no one could see us. Matt was the only kid at the school who I could tolerate.

Once I got into the building, I went straight over to him and tried not to make eye contact with the other people.
"Hi Mathew," I said. He shoved his phone into his skinny jeans pocket and smiled down at me. He was probably six feet tall at the least. He was extremely skinny and very frail, while I was very short and kind of stubby.
"Heya Frankie," he said, his New York accent very noticeable. "I was worried you weren't gonna show." I chuckled lightly and leaned against the cold lockers next to my scrawny friend.
"I wouldn't ditch you without telling you, dude," I said, smiling.
"So you had a nice weekend, I'm guessing? You're in too good of a mood." He was clearly amused. I sighed heavily and shook my head.
"I had an awful weekend."
"Was it Natalie?" Natalie was this senior at school who was supposedly really hot. But I didn't see it. To be honest, every girl I've gone out with has been a dud. I didn't like a single one.
"Uh, yeah," I said.
"Why? She didn't put out?"
I shrugged and looked at the floor. "I guess."
"You guess. What is that suppose to mean?" He asked in an amused, but concerned tone.
"I don't know...Can you just stop talking about her?" I replied bitterly.
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest, pulling the end of his navy blue shirt up to the waistband of his jeans.
"I'm just curious," he mumbled.
"And I'm not kidding. Stop talking about her."
But I guess he wanted to take this opportunity to make a game out of my anger, because the next thing he said made me want to punch him right in the nose.
"What, are you gay or something?" He said maddeningly.
I lost it.
"I'm not gay!" I exclaimed. "Stop fucking saying that, because I'm not!"
A smirk grew on his face. "That's only what a gay person would say."
I scoffed. "That's a terrible comeback, by the way. You really need to work on that."
"Whatever. If I made a better comeback, you'd probably stomp out of the building and throw a hissy fit."
I glared at him and through my backpack onto my shoulder. "I'm leaving."
"And now you're doing just that. Stop being a baby. I'm only joking," he said.
"I didn't say I was leaving the campus Mathew. I'm just not hanging out with you. Don't talk to me."

He replied by laughing and pulling his phone back out of his pocket.
"Fine. If that's what you want."
I groaned in frustration and stomped down the hallway. He was so annoying! I hated it when he brought up 'being gay' in our conversations. I hated it when he would set me up on dates with girls I didn't know. I hated when he laughed at me for not wanting to date those girls.
The place was crowded now and I was trying my best to weave through all of the people.
As I kept walking, I got angrier. People were shoving me and stepping on my feet.

Just when I was about to lose it again, a taller red headed boy rammed into my shoulder.
I yelped and turned around to see him speed walking away. That fucker.
I followed him.
"Hey!" I called. He didn't turnaround, he just kept his head down. "Hey you!"
I ran and caught up with him.
"What the hell, dude?" I grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around.
He looked at me, terrified.
"You bumped into me!" I spat.
His bright green eyes were wide and he didn't say anything. His cheeks went as red as his hair.
"Aren't you going to, I don't know, apologize?" I said, desperate for him to just speak to me.
He started doing weird motions with his hands.
"I'm sorry," he said stuffily.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what the heck was wrong with him.
He looked into my eyes and smiled softly, his white teeth peeking out from behind his lips.
Somehow it made me feel a little more relaxed. He didn't seem offended by the way I just spoke to him.
"I'm Gee," he said, making weird gestures with his hands again. I recognized the motions this time. It was sign language. He spelled out G-E-E.
"Wait a second..." I said slowly.
He stared at me with innocent eyes and waited for me to keep talking.
"Are you deaf?" He nodded.
I furrowed my eyebrows and took a step back from him.
"I'm uh...Sorry. I have to go," I said, slowly making my way towards the english classroom.
"Did the bell ring?" He asked.
I shook my head and walked away quickly. I really didn't want to be around him..
It was already weird. And he seemed too cheery.
Plus, I couldn't really have Mathew calling me gay again for befriending a rather feminine boy.
I hate him.

Notes

ugh this is awful. sorry for causing an internal bleeding. i will gladly pay for any eye replacement surgeries.

-androreo