It was my junior year at Brunswick Academic High School For Highly Intelligent Individuals, and I already had a bad feeling it was going to be a bad year.
For starters, there are three reasons why this will be a bad year:
Over the Summer I recently found out that I am gay.
I am probably going to be bullied because of reason one.
1. I'm gay.
2. My parents got divorced over the Summer.
3. My older sister moved to Florida.
Honestly, how bad can it be? I mean, I've been going here since ninth grade, so as long as I can keep it together and keep my girlfriend, everything will be fine, except for my big secret about my love life.
"Hey, Xander, wait up!" I turn to see my two best friends, Corey and Caleb racing towards me enthusiastically, as if they were two kindergarteners going into the first grade.
"Guess what, Xander?" Corey asks me.
"What?" I ask sarcastically.
"Catherine and I broke up right before the first day of school because she and her family are moving to Australia. I asked her why we couldn't still date and she said long distance relationships don't work well!"
"And why does that make you excited?" I ask questionably.
"I'm not, I'm just out of breath."
We walk through the big doors and are greeted by Mr. Flusher, the vice principal. He smiles and nods as everyone walks in. I go into the office to get this year's schedule and my locker combos. Caleb runs off when he sees his girlfriend, Glimmer, and starts talking with her. Corey is off looking for his locker, leaving me to wander alone in the crowded hallway.
I keep hoping that my girlfriend Cleopatra won't notice my changes in the way I think of love because if she does then I have to worry about her bullying me, and breaking up with me because of my new problem, my other concerns are stupid.
I bump into a popular guy in my grade named Jared, who looks at me quizzically and says, "Whoa, watch it tiny asshole."
I mumble a small apology while walking away, blushing. I cringe when damn, he's hot . . . crosses my mind. I mentally yell at myself for thinking that.
I finally find my locker, putting in the combo I was given in the main office. I feel a hand pushing into the back of my head causing me to hit my head on my locker door. "Hey, faggot, how's your day going?" I sigh, turning around.
"It's been pretty chill, thanks for asking," I answer, rolling my eyes.
"That's good. At least it was fly for this long." I'm not exactly sure what this means, so I hope for the best.
Jared then shrugs, walking away with his cronies following close behind. Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, you're a little bitch . . . I think, slamming my locker shut and working my way down the hallway to class.
I sit down at my desk in the science classroom that smells like shit, making me think somebody has had explosive farts before this.
There are several kids already here, but I sigh as Jared comes and sits down in front of me. I mumble, "Oh shit, it's the asshole again," under my breath, causing him to turn around towards me.
"What did you just call me, fag?" I curse under my breath, answering.
"I didn't call you anything, asshole." Jared flips me off before turning back around to the front of the room. Two guys walk into the classroom, sitting down to Jared's left and right, one on each side.
They look at me, whispering to Jared. He sighs lamely, whispering back in a not so quiet voice, "I know, he's a loser, right?" They all cackle, looking back to the front of the room.
The class goes quickly, but my mind stays on me blushing when Jared first talked to me. I don't want to like him, I really don't. I just don't know how not to.