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Introduction

My name is Terrence Nazereth. I am sixteen years old, a sophomore in Middy High School. (I always thought Middy Middle School sounded stupid, so I'm glad they changed it to Lionel Middle.) I'm on the baseball, football, and soccer team. I'm pretty popular and my best friend's name is Drew Swift.

As for my family, my mom is a brain surgeon and my dad is a lawyer. I have an older sister who I look up to, but she just thinks I'm frickin' annoying. She's obsessed with shoes, shopping, and, seriously, showering. And make-up. I also have a younger sister, whose name is Josie. Three years old, and already learned how to flip people off.

What can I say? I'm a bad influence.

My whole family is Caucasian. My hair is blond and pretty long in general, but considering the styles today, it's normal. I have blue eyes. I'm the kind of kid Hitler might have looked for, really. I'm also 5'5", which is pretty short for a fifteen-year-old boy, but even though I told everyone "my time didn't come yet," I knew the real reason. I'm also just kinda skinny for my age.

Sports and video games are my life. I guess girls are okay, but I'm just not interested. I laugh when my friends do something stupid to show that they like them, but girls are just so clueless, and I don't like talking about them. Sports, however, I like them Yankees. Football, for me: Seahawks all the way. Not the best, but not a totally failure like the Eagles. (No offense to Drew, because he likes them.)

As for video games, I own two Wiis, XBox 360 and Live, Nintendo DS, and PS1, 2 and 3, although my parents disapproved of them. (I managed to squeeze extra allowance and "borrowed" money from my sister during the summer.) They said that my, ahem, change, was influencing me to be a bad person. I can't tell. I kinda like it.

Onto my friends. After sports and video games, my friends are really important. The first guy you need to know about was actually my nemesis when he first moved here, but then somehow we became friends. He had called me gay, because I was hanging around with Drew so much, but number one, I don't blame him, and number two, he was gay. I'm not kidding.

So, Drew and I, we're just hanging out right? Just talking about the Eagles and the Seahawks three months into school. And then this big, burly, brown-haired kid, like, jumps in my face and stares at me, so, like, we could be kissing. Then he yells, "Aw, you two are so cute! Such a cute couple!" And then he yells to Jeff, who's a giant a-double-s-hole, but popular, and says to him, "Guess what? Terrence is gay." No, he didn't say Drew was gay. He said that I was.

But then, a month after that, when we had the whole rivalry thing going on, I was like, walking home, right? And then, I'm passing Randy's house, and then I see him shoved out the door. And although I hated him and all, I couldn't help but feeling sorry for him. So I walk over to him when he walks out and sits at the curb.

"Thrown out of your own house? Pathetic," I said, snorting. Randy glared at me. (So much for feeling sorry.)

"Well, at least you're not gay," he said, staring at his feet after a millisecond. I rolled my eyes. "Geez, after all the times you said I was gay, I might have thought I was."

Randy glared at me again, and I started to get the message.

"You're…you're gay?" I asked, sitting next to him, and understanding him. Randy nodded.

"Yes, and I have a major crush on Drew," Randy confessed.

"So that's why you don't call him gay!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah," said Randy. "And the reason I call you gay is because I'm jealous because you're hanging out, like, all the time. Do you think Drew's gay?"

"Erm…I dunno," I said. But then, after that whole awkward conversation, he became my second-best friend.

I can't blame Randy's taste in guys, though. But I should probably describe Drew, first.

Drew is, well, has been my best friend since I moved to California. Last year, in the beginning of sophomore year, I was just like all outcastual (I know that's probably not a word, but too bad), and then he just comes up to me, with his wavy brown hair and bright green eyes, and says, "Yo, dude, you new here?" I fell in love with him, immediately, as we started talking about schools and states and all that boring geography crap. Drew was so nice, and cute, and polite (well, at least, polite for a guy) and talented, smart, oh, and did I mention he was cute?

No, I'm not gay.

I'm a girl.