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Thomas arrived at the table with his food in time to hear two of his favorite words coming from a female mouth "Swim Suit." He smiled. He had no clue where the conversation had been or where it was going. But his mind and body were on the fast track to, well, where they almost always were. It was like Cheers, everyone there knew his name.

He sat down before his body embarrassed him. That was a big problem with the school uniforms. It did not provide the coverage one needed at times like that. Sweat pants were great for that.

"Hey, What's going on?" he asked as if he had not heard those words. He had taken to hiding so the football players would not find him. Then when they sat down to eat, he would storm the caf to get his food.

Thomas watched Jocelyn take out the pills and take them. With his mother being a doctor he wondered what she was taking and why. He would try to talk to her later, if she would let him. He wasn't going to embarrass her. His sperm donor had tried to get him placed on Ritalin because he heard it made you study better. He was getting A's in his college classes and C's in his other classes. He didn't get that Thomas was BORED with the classes he was forced to take. He rarely ever took the Ritalin, because it made him too focused. He had a hard enough time trying to keep his mind off things that bounced, jiggled, and giggled or the bullies who like to drop him in the big rectangular trash cans. The round ones tipped easy while the rectangular ones were much harder. He did not want to be a rat or cry wolf, both would be high school suicide so he suffered in silence. His mother would have said this is an open secret, one everyone knows and doesn't do anything about.

He smiled at everyone as he added three packages of hot sauce to his first burrito and rerolled it.