Ethan
I swung my arm and reached out for my ringing cellphone. I slid my thumb left and turned off the annoying alarm. Usually I would be excited waking up having a chance to avoid my father and the rest of my family but now my story is different. We are fuckin no longer in Potomac!!!! Yep, after schools closed for the winter holidays father had us relocate to South Africa. Story of my life! Well I'm to blame for the whole relocation shit but why did we have to move to a weird part of the world with a alarming crime rate, so I've heard. I will be attending a new school now along with my two siblings. Malik, my stepbrother who hasn't spoken to Dad and his mother yet because his days of being a Potomac Panther had to come to an end. Evette , my half sister on the other hand doesn't seem to feel anything about us relocating. She seems to actually be enjoying her stay in the Western Cape. I slid out of bed trying really hard not to over think my current situation. New school, new life, new beginnings. I never thought I would ever have to start afresh, undergoing the process of having to make new friends once again. I took my uniform out of the closet and placed it on the bed. I took my toiletries and towel and made my way to the bathroom doors across my room. I opened the doors to the steamy room and found Malik taking a shower. What was he doing all the way in the East wing of the mansion? My side of the mansion! I was mad and all but as the steam cleared out his thick dick was exposed for me to see. I stared at it for a while before I looked away.
Malik: Didn't your father ever tell you to knock?
Ethan: Well, I didnt realize the bathroom was a public exhibit. Next time, I'll bring popcorn.
I rolled my eyes as him before I slowly followed his abs with my eyes and paused on his dick once more.
Malik: You're welcome to join, you know. I promise I won't bite...unless you ask nicely.
Ethan: As tempting as that sounds, I think I'll pass. I am not trying to be a human soap opera today.
I said as I dragged his tall broad physic out of the shower. I pushed him out the door and locked it behind him. He is the only one in this house who has been treating me right ever since I told them about my sexual orientation. My father hated me even more when I told them I was queer. He strongly wanted me to be the one dead that day. It should have been me who died instead of my mother. I clenched my fists against the bathroom walls the moment I thought about my dead mother, the woman who carried me for 7 months in her womb and died a second after I was pulled out of her pussy. I stopped my little pity party and I took my shower. When I was done I slid into my new school uniform and stopped to look at myself in the mirror. "Camps Bay High School here I come, Let's hope I don't trip on my own feet...again." I said to myself before I headed downstairs for breakfast. The personal chef had prepared omelettes for us today and I pretty much enjoyed mines. When I was done eating my father called out for my personal chauffeur and introduced me to him.
Mr Reyes: Menzi, meet my son, I mean daughter Ethan. Say hi princess.
Ethan: Wow Dad thanks for the warm welcome. Next time, maybe just a "hello" will do.
I said before I could wave my hand at the sexiest chauffeur I have ever laid my eyes on.
Mr Reyes: Menzi will take you were ever you want to go when ever you you want to go.
I didn't not answer him but instead took my school bag and headed to the car outside. Menzi opened the backseat door for me and I got in. I was slightly mad at my dad but mostly embarrassed. Why does he do that to me? I am Queer, not fuckin Trans! As I was my intra-personal conflict grew stronger chauffeur made eye contact with me through the rear view mirror, I quickly looked away. He turned on some music and spared us both the silence. I felt anxious and scared as I was only moments away from starting my new life with new friends, hopefully. What I don't make a first great impression? What if I actually say something dumb and embarrass myself? What if I trip on the way to class? What if I accidentally call the teacher 'Mom'? Ugh, why can't I just be normal? Everything must go well. The car finally pulled over by the school's main gate.I stepped out of the car and made my way in along with the unfamiliar faces of pupils. My palms were sweating as my hands tightly wrapped my school bag straps. I walked quickly and rested on the against the wall of the corridors.
Girl: Chill, okay...weirdo. You look like a deer caught in headlights.
The Indian girl besides me said giving me a gentle pat on my shoulder.
Girl: What's your name newbie?
I took a moment just to quickly catch my breath before I could answer her.
Ethan: Ethan. Ethan Reyes. And I am not a weirdo, I'm just...new.
Girl: Fatima. Fatima Yusuf.
We shaked hands as if we were professionals sealing a deal. She insisted that she showed me around before assembly started. The assembly bell rang and in the assembling hall we gathered. They introduced our the teachers and welcomed everyone old and new. After assembly we were led by our class teachers to our designated classrooms. I was a bit relieved that Fatima and I were in the same class, considering that she is the only person I had spoken to for the longest I've been here. Our class teacher Miss Vicky introduced herself to us after we had settled down in class. Textbooks where handed to us along with our designated class schedules.
I spent recess with Fatima exchanging background stories, getting to know each other. A group of girls where pointing at her while saying mean stuff about her like how she had a flat ass and big tits. They went on about she was she was built like a bus. She looked away trying really hard to hold back her tears.
Ethan: What's their deal?
Fatima: I am not friends with them anymore.
Ethan: Why?
Fatima: Mostly because Damian chose me over them and that I cut them off the drug supplies.
Ethan: Girl, you deal drugs?
Fatima: Girl I make drugs, not the bad ones though, I make simple study pills that help the brain focus.
Ethan: You do realize any type of drug can be a bad drug in the wrong hands and you being a unlicensed teen Chemist making unchecked pills might get you in serious trouble one day.
Fatima: Chill Okay, I balance my equations ok before I mix my stuff. Besides I know my Chemistry.
With the new discovered information I looked at her with disapproval in my eyes. I really don't promote her to be doing illegal stuff. Really, I don't but what the hell, we just met and now I want to change something about her already. Rich.
Ethan: Hmm, are they any good?
Fatima: Yeah they really do the work. Enough about me though, tell me something about you.
Ethan: Way to switch topics, well I'm from the USA. Grew up in Potomic. Relocated to Southern Africa last year. I live with my father and stepmother. I have two siblings and I am queer.
Fatima: Is that all?
I looked at her straight in the face and nodded trying to mask the fact that I had more to share. She smiled before she could share stuff about herself.
Fatima: Well then cool, I on the other hand grew up in Camps Bay. I live with my Dads and I have no siblings.
Ethan: Gay dads, cool.
Fatima: Not cool, they are smart and successful. That's a lot of pressure for me. My biological father Murad is a Chemist and then Michael is Marine research professor.
Ethan: Still cool. My Dad owns some diamond and coal mines here within the country and then Nicole, my "mother" is a psychiatrist.
We went on talking about general stuff just talking about until a handsome lad came and sat down next to Fatima. I couldn't help but drool at him. Wow!
Fatima: Damian!!
She said all excited to see him. They hug and when he opened his Hazel eyes he landed them on me. I avoided them and looked away and brought them back to see if he was still looking, guess what he was.
Damien: I see you made a new friend.
Fatima: Yeah this is my new friend Ethan.
Damien: Wassup Ethan, I'm Damian.
He said looking straight into my eyes as if he was studying my character. His voice was so low and deep, giving big dick energy. His brows black and had lashes that complimented his eyes. His hair was cut short and was curly. His face perfectly composed and he had a unique skin color, not black and not white. Locals call him a coloured.
Ethan: Nice to meet you Damian.
I replied trying really hard not to drool once more. Wow, how can one be so cute? He slightly looked like Jeremy Meeks or Arron Pierre but different. I looked away from his hypnotizing eyes but I could feel his eyes were still on me as if he was studying me. Cute boy is getting a little too curious. He stood up from next to Fatima, kissed her cheek and left.
Fatima: See you later?
He didn't answer though but walked away with his group of friends. Fatima and I continued chatting about general stuff until the bell rang. School knocked off early today since today was only orientation day. Tomorrow school actually reopens and now that I know a thing or two about Camps Bay High, I am now looking forward to a full day within the premises. I called for my chauffeur and within 5 minutes he drove up the school gates. I engaged in a conversation with him just telling him about my day and he listened and chuckled here and there. I even told him about Damian and how I acted around him, first time a boy gives me butterflies. First time really. Could it be, that I have a crush? Hell no. That sounds a little far fetched, doesn't sound like me at all. Never know what the guy upstairs has in store though but with the faith I have in him, I really believe that he wouldn't allow me to fall head over heels for a guy I just met. Menzi drove me home and when I got there Malik and Luis were already back from school. Weird how we didn't cross paths at all today. I walked past them and headed upstairs to my room were threw myself on my comfortable king bed. I turned on some music on my phone and listened to it while I faced the ceiling. I better not sabotage myself this time this time around. As I reflected I realized I had a diary Nicole gave me just for moments like this. Time to sign in.
DEAR DIARY 14.02.2025
If I had to describe how I was feeling right now in one word it would be "uncertain". Why do I feel this way I don't know. Today's day is just weird. At first I adjust and actually look forward to being at school then later I feel like shit once more. Probably because I walked in to this hell hole I call a home. Fuck it, that's it! I don't know why I am even writing this in a book. Screw this!
I closed the dumb book and shoved it in my drawer. I changed into my civil clothes and threw myself on the bed again this time with my eyes shut. Hope I fuck Jason Momoa in LaLa Land.