Dear Thomas: part II

Dear diary:
               
               Today I woke up and everybody has left me. I was alone again. I take a shower, dress up and make an easy breakfast that I can eat walking to the bus stop. When I arrived there was Thomas, he was sitting in the bench, and he was almost getting asleep. I sat down too.

- Are you all right? - Maybe he was hours sitting there.

- Yeah I missed the bus. And now I’m trying to stay awake, but I can’t. – He said with a lovely sleepy voice.

- Mmmm… my family didn’t awake me today. –

- Well I don’t have anybody to awake me, but the batteries of my clock went down. –

               Then we stayed in silence watching the cars pass through the street. There were lots of things to observe, like how the leafs were falling down, or the singing of birds in the morning. Even though we were not speaking I perceive we both knew what the meaning of our silence was. Then I felt cold my hand. He has touched me.

- Come on, the bus has arrived. –

               He stopped touching my hand, he take his bag from the floor and got in the bus. I went in too. There weren’t too much people. “That’s because you are late moron” I thought. We sat together without saying a word, like usual. My cell phone rang, I looked at it. I had 13 calls from my sister.

- Do you know what’s for lunch? I hope it is a big portion. – He looked at me kindly. – I couldn’t eat breakfast. –

- I don’t have a clue. – I said.

               Then we continue looking out of the window, our hands were almost touching each other, I could feel the cold it was, just with the close our hands were.

- Well here we are. -  He said.

               We left the bus and get in school. He was going to class when I stopped him pulling from his hand to my side. He was still cold.

- We have to go to administration to get a pass. – I said.

- Ok. Let’s go together. –

               We went and they gave us a pass. Then we entered the class, and apologize to Mrs. Wright and we sat together because there were only two desks free. The class had already started. It was really boring. Then the bell rang and we had a break. And jenny, as every day, came to me, to my locker, but today she had a strange happy face.

- So you and the new kid are friends? –

- No we are not. We just live nearby and we take the same bus. –

- But maybe you can… -

- But we are not friends. –

- How mean. But you speak to him, right?

- Yeah, but we don’t speak too much. –

- Well you can make him speak really much if you want too. –

- But I don’t want too. –

- Why not? He is a lovely guy, and you surely need friends of you gender. –

- I’m perfect with only you as a friend. I don’t need more friends, and obviously more people will talk to me only because I’m his friend, they will talk to me only to know about him, like you are doing now. That’s the kind of people I don’t get along with. You know that. –

               I was pissed off. So I closed my locker and rush to my other class, physical education class, and you can’t believe who was in that class. Yeah! Your right, it was Thomas. We went to the changing room; everybody was making jokes about their penis. Everybody, even Thomas was making jokes, excepting me. I was thinking about him. Why is so popular? How he became popular so fast? Maybe in this class he will suck. But he didn’t indeed he was quite good, not like Daniel who was an expert, but Thomas was really good, in fact he surprised me. After the exercise was completed we went back to the changing room. It was shower time, I can admit that I’m a little bit afraid of showers in school, we don’t have curtains and walls like girls have so it’s a little bit uncomfortable to shower next to a nude man. Behind me was Thomas. I’m getting frustrated about this boy.
               Then we went to break and I went to talk with jenny:

- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t talk to you that way. I will try to talk more with the new guy, but promise you will not pressure me to be his… -

- His friend, I know. Apologize me too. –

               We hugged each other. Sometimes I can admit that talking with girls can help me to work problems out in a better way.

- Now I’ve got to leave… -

- The boys are playing football? –

- Yeah! You can read minds. Don’t you? -  And she left.

               Sometimes I wish I can read minds. So I could read all the stupid girls thoughts, or maybe how much exercise Daniel does per week, or the results for my exams, or maybe a thought that a boy had when he was alone sitting on the bus. Then the bell rang again. It was time for biology class; next I had physic class, and then lunch. When the bell rang for this last one I hurry up to my locker, I had a really bad hunger. Thomas was waiting for me.

- Maybe we can have lunch together, if that doesn’t bother you. – He smiled at me as he always does.

- Yeah, no problem, it’s okay. – I said, I have promised to jenny, I thought.

               We walked to the lunch room. There we sat down when we have had our lunch ready, and started eating. He was eating really fast, with modals, but really fast. “He had hunger because he didn’t have breakfast.” I thought.

- Wow! That was delicious. –

- It is disgusting; you find it that way because you have more hunger than a whale. – I said, and we started laughing.

               I finished eating, this time we both left the lunch room together. We walked near our lockers and sat down on a stair.

- You came from England from what I’ve heard. Why did you move here? –

- Well my father’s job transferred him here. He is never home so my mom and I have to deal together about all house stuff. –

- Well you at least have a father. – I whispered.

- What happened to your father? – He said. I thought he didn’t hear me.

- He is dead. He died when I was 8 years; the fault was of a drunk driver. My father was walking back home. – A tear fall down by the opposite side of my face so he couldn’t see it.

- I’m really sorry. – He said to me as if it was his fault that my father had died.

                I’ve never heard in my life someone say with that tone, with that sad voice, something too important to a person that he almost doesn’t know. The bell rang and we went to classes without saying a word, as always. I had physic and then art. After the classes, when the bell rang for last time that day, I went to my locker; he was waiting for me again, and was ready to go. I prepared my stuff. Put my homework on my school bag and we started to walk home.
               We walked in silence, watching how time passes for us like if it doesn’t matter. I was nervous like yesterday, but today I was more calmed than the past day.
               We reach his street and said goodbye. In my house the things were done. It was my sister’s turn to do them. We had soup for dinner. My mum arrived late and she was exhausted.
               Now I’ve got to sleep.