Jack
My name is Jack Zachary Walker, I’m 17 years old and have dark brown short hair, I play football even though I’m not into it anymore on the team at school, I’m average height and quite fit and muscley because of the footy and the fact that the coach makes us go to the gym a lot. I have a mum and a dad and then an older brother who is 21 called Hamish and a younger sister who is 13 called Emily. I have a lots of friends that are on the football team and let me just say that they hate gay guys. Especially Noah Daniel, Noah is also in our year who came out of the closet in year 9 and since then everyone either teases him or wants to be his best friend, my friends always bully him and it’s what really gets me uncomfortable because Noahs not actually a bad guy, we have drama class together, which also isn’t something I have told the guys, and his always so easygoing, I don’t talk to him often but when we have to his actually fun, but if I told this to them, I would so get it, I would get called gay and probably get kicked out of football and loose all my friends and I’m not gay…I think, honestly I don’t know, I just have this thing with Noah, I know his been a dancer since he was little which would mean he would’ve had a great body and his just so natural and awfully cute with his hair style (shaved short around with thick hair on top), anyway let’s get to the story.
“Jack! What are you doing?! Get back the ball” I heard someone yell, I whipped back to my senses yelling at myself for getting distracted again, I couldn’t help it though, he was there in the stands, Noah was there with his friend Danielle, I kept fumbling and wondering if he was watching me, suddenly the siren sounded, the game was over, we lost “crap” I whispered rubbing my forehead, I walked across the grounds towards the sidelines where my bag was, I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could, I grabbed my bag and raced to the change rooms, I locked myself in a cubicle and pulled my shirt off throwing it on the ground, what the hell was wrong with me, suddenly I heard voices “you’ll get over him soon, don’t worry” said Danielle, crap, I was in the wrong change rooms! I tried to stay as quiet as I could “I don’t know though, seeing him today…god he was gorgeous” said Noah, my heart speed, who was he talking about? “it’s just like the others though, it will eventually go away” said Danielle, I heard the tap run “I haven’t stopped liking him since year 7 Dani” he said, I shuffled towards the door pressing my ear against it “I really hate to say this Noah but I don’t think his ever going to like you” said Danielle, “I know, I can still think about him though” said Noah, Danielle laughed “you can” she said, I heard the tap come off and they walked out, I sighed slumping against the door.
I walked into drama the next day nervous, we had just had a meeting at lunch and the coach had told me I was on my final strike because of yesterdays game and now I had to face Noah again, I sat down by myself as usual, I spotted Noah by himself as well reading and I remembered that Danielle was away today “ok class, everyone get a partner, we’re going to do some role playing” said Miss Franzman, she had a stack of scripts, I hated this part because usually I would have to partner up with her and it’s so awkward. Most people had a partner now, and I stood up and started walking towards her “Jack, can you go with Noah please” she said, I froze, Noah? As in…. “what play do you want to do?” asked Noah behind me, I jumped slightly and turned to him, he looked normal and the little spot inside me that thought maybe he liked me deflated “oh..um..I don’t mind” I stuttered “I know, you probably want to hit me now but mums making us take these family photos this afternoon so please not the face” he said grabbing a script and walking to the corner “I don’t want to hit you” I said quietly, he looked at me and frowned “your friends do though” he said “I would never hit you though, just because you’re gay, they’re stupid” I said, he looked at me for a second “huh” he said, our eyes met for a second and then he looked down at the script “have you heard of this play before” he asked reading through it “nope, you?” I said “no, I don’t think so” he said “let’s just try this” he added showing me a page of two boy’s in a fight.