Suspended after the most popular girl in the school leaked his nudes to the rest of his class, Jay, a quiet artistic student, must come up with a project that will improve the school. Not only are his three best friends avoiding him, but the meanest teacher in the school sees it, sending him to the principal who gives him a suspension. The principle takes pity on the boy and his situation, telling him that it won’t be reported if he finds a project that will improve the school. Once he gets his plan approved, he starts working on it when he runs into his crush, Brian, literally. Over the course of the week, Jay gets close to his crush Brian, and his friends who welcome him into the friend group, people around the school sees his mural in progress and ask for help proposing their own, and even the teachers who initially were against him coming back, start to get to know him and the situation. Life is looking good, and the cherry on top is when he gets the guy of his dreams, through his stomach of course, and gets invited to Prom. Will Jay be able to keep his new life when his mother finds him in the arms of his boyfriend?
Summary: Suspended after the most popular girl in the school leaked his nudes to the rest of his class, Jay, a quiet artistic student, must come up with a project that will improve the school. He gets his project approved and starts working on it when he runs into his crush, Brian, literally. With his friends avoiding him, Jay spends the week with Brian and his friends. Will the school be able to see the real side of the once loner, now suspended kid? Will Jay be able to be friends with the guy of his dreams? Follow Jay as he changes the minds of both his classmates and his teachers as the end of the year approaches, with both Prom and finals within sight.
Sitting outside on the roof was cold, but I didn’t care. I got to see the sun rise, the one thing that brightened up my day… literally. Most nights I couldn’t sleep, the evidence clear as day on my face. No? Alright. No amount of melatonin can help me sleep, I’m plagued by my hyperactive mind. I dream of what could be, what I wish to be, and where I wish I was. I daydream to keep my mind from thinking how fucked up my situation is. I fucking wish pops was here, but I know that isn’t possible. Sometimes I pray that things would just go back to how they were, where mom and pops were still together, happy. But that’s not how it turned out, in fact, I’m glad that they separated, no more fights, no more screaming matches, no more nights where I try to bury myself in pillows so that the only sound I could hear is my own heartbeat. I warm my hands with my breath, has it really been two years since then? Mom still hasn’t moved on, it’s hard to come home and see her going through the motions of life, not really living, so bored of life. She used to be happy, and now I see the shell of the woman she used to be, she continues to drift further away into herself, and it hurts to see that I can’t help her. I pray for her still, praying for the day that she starts to live her life again. I’ve gotten used to it just being the two of us now. Yes, he comes by now and then. He’s happy now, living with his new family: the woman who he replaced mom with, my stepmom, and Angie, my half sister. I’m glad he’s moved on, but I still can’t forgive him for leaving.
It’s been a while since I thought about them and having all this time on my hands isn’t helping with all the other problems I have in my life. I’m 16 and I feel like the world is crumbling down around me. I have so many questions with no one to ask; about faith and life in general. About how I’m starting to overthink if I’m having feelings for someone, and why I can’t stop thinking about it. I tug on my hair, why do I feel the way I do whenever he strolls my way. Yeah, yeah, I know what your thinking. This dumb bitch is falling in love. Wrong, I’m a 16 year old boy who had crushes on girls all my life and suddenly, Brian comes into my life and I feel like I’m living in a parallel universe. My closest friends wouldn’t understand, I’m sorry Dec, Cody, and Roy, I can’t bring myself to tell you. But, am I really gay if I only have thoughts about Brian? I still like girls, I mean that’s how I got myself into this whole mess. I was so surprised when Joan, the most popular girl in school, responded to my message. She was soo hot and our conversation was fire, I had to send her a few pictures. What’s the harm in that?
She was female and pretty, so different from when I saw Brian in the cafeteria. His blue eyes smiled, and stood out against his smooth tanned skin. His sleek jet black hair framed his face and my eyes were drawn to his lips…
Those lips which I imagined slowly planting open mouthed kisses to my throat, gently nipping at my skin as his hand explored my body. Having him press against against me, holding me tight, letting me let go of the weight on my shoulders, loving me as I bare my soul to him…
Two days ago…
I was awoken by a loud bell sound by my ear, oh yeah, my alarm. I grumbled and hit the snooze, pulling the pillow over my head and screaming into it. I stayed up until one in the morning, hoping Joan would reply to me like she had the night before, but no luck. The alarm rang again way too soon and I got up and turned it off. I dragged my feet to the shower, hoping that the cold water would give me some type of energy for the rest of the day. Seeing that I had spent more time in the shower than I could afford, I rubbed a towel through my hair and nearly tripped getting into my clothes. Shoving my homework into my bag, I grabbed my shoes and raced down the stairs hoping that mom had made breakfast. No luck. I shoved a piece of bread in the toaster and guzzled down a glass of milk. Shoving my shoes on, I slung the bag on my back, nearly burnt myself on the toast, and locked the door. My bike was right where I left it and I hopped on, trying to eat and steer at the same time.
The ride to school was short and soon I spotted Cody and Dec. Cody yelled out to me, “Hey Jay!”
I nodded my head in greeting and locked my bike up, heading their way. It was unusual to see just the two and I asked them if they have seen Roy. They shrugged and I rolled my eyes. Dec hadn’t taken his eyes off Sussie, one of the popular pretty cheerleaders in Georgina High, since he spotted her and his eyes tracked her every movement. He was still trying to muster up the courage to ask her to prom, and Jay knew the outcome even if he finally found the courage to ask her: no. She probably had already been asked and she wouldn’t change her plans for some shy, unpopular, lanky kid. I was in the same boat, but my mind was geared towards the final exams hiding behind prom. I was more concerned about passing than I was about asking someone to one high school dance. To be honest, I’m terrified that I might fail.
It was getting close to the first bell and we leisurely made our way into the entrance of the hallway and spotted Roy dashing towards us, running as fast as he could without actually running. “Where have you guys been?” He asked breathlessly, panting to catch his breath. Cody and Dec shrug and he turns to me, “have you seen what’s going around?” I raise an eyebrow and he continues, “the photo of you that’s gone viral?” At this moment I start to panic, viral did not sound what I needed now. Roy shoves his hands in his pockets looking for his phone, and I look around. I see two girls walk by, clutching each other and giggling. Another walks by me and she breaks out into laughter. This was not a good sign. A group of popular girls look me up and down and loudly laugh, keeping their distance as they walk past. One made some hand motions to the others which sent them into another fit of laughter.
I turn back to Roy, who was whispering to his phone. “Roy, what’s going on?”
He sounds frustrated as he blurs out, “I’m trying to find the picture…”
A group of guys from the football team push their way over to us, eyes locked on me and brandish their phones, flashing pictures of me, NUDE! The main dude has his eyes locked on my face as the color drains from it. One of the guys turns the phone back to himself and loudly shouts, “Look at his weenie, jeez! You can barely see it, it’s so small.” My brain processed the thought, JOAN!
In the whole chaos, I hadn’t noticed Mrs. Jenkins, our dreaded Chemistry teacher come out of her classroom to check out the commotion and spot one of the photos. Her face turned an ugly red as she shrieked, “Jay Anderson, to the principal's office now!”
