Chapter 3: Chapter 2: Wait - Jay’s POV

The bus rude to school felt long and quiet, despite me listening to music. I only saw cars pass by and speed up, going to their own destinations. Everyone in the back was talking way too loud in the morning, it felt like being in a zoo. The music soothes me for some reason and my muscles begin to relax. My foot begins to softly stomp to the rhythm and my blood makes me want to get up and dance. I could feel the urge, the sudden urge flow through my veins. A sudden bump in the road makes the bus hump up a bit and the urge soon fades away. I put away the headphones and take the risk of getting a headache. Usually I'm not the type of person to show myself off in front of a audience, but today felt different. It felt off, and even I could notice. After about twenty minutes of hearing loud teenagers scream their lungs out in the back of the bus, we made it to the last stop before we were dropped of at school. It was a tall, chill, and nice looking turtle wearing a nice color of hot pink shades. Judging by his clothes and body figure, he was part of the football team and the helmet I saw in his backpack confirmed it. For some reason, this school has had a lot of interactions with guns, so the rule is to being a see-through backpack. Going to this school wasn't my choice, it was my dad's. He wanted me to go to school because it would teach me "how to become a man." Those kind of comments kind of offended me because I know I'm not perfect, but I am human and I have a right to be myself. A school won't merge me into the person my dad wants me to be. I tried to tell him that and he argued with me, we never really seen eye to eye, but I never really understood why I couldn't "be a man." Whatever I would do, it would never meet his expectations, so I quickly gave up trying to satisfy him. There wasn't any point in trying to satisfy your parents if they don't see the progress you're trying to make. It just doesn't make sense. Anyways back to the nice turtle, he had sat in the seat across from...me. I almost immediately get the urge to feel weirded out. He looked popular, so why was he sitting next to me, out of all people? I quickly get a glance at his face again and something about it makes me want to look again then I do so. Next, a look turned into a couple of them, and now it was my eyes being fully locked on him. They were especially on his chest and facial figure. Needless to say, he didn't notice that I was practically staring into his soul. He was too busy looking out the window. Even though he wasn't facing me, I had still got a good view of him. A smile began to form on my face as it flushed. My heart began to speed up and my feet fiddled with each other. I don't know what was the feeling I was experiencing, but before I could guess, I made it to my school. Everyone got off and went to their classes, but I was lost. I wanted to ask a teacher or anyone for help, but no one was around. I had saw the same turtle on the bus go to the restroom and I wanted to ask him for help. Why? I wasn't sure, but I guess it was mostly because we rode the same bus. Sure, it was an poor excuse to talk to someone, but I felt something around him. The smell of urine and cleaning supplies entered my nose as I went inside the bathroom. Four urinals and three stalls to the left while the sink is at the right. It's not too bad of a restroom. The guy was currently at the sink, rinsing his face. One half wants me to run off and to just try asking a teacher for help, but it's something in me that wants to talk to him. I embrace my fears and walk up to him, feeling a bit of confidence. I tap him on the shoulder and politely say: