Hold me 'till Dawn (boyxboy)

The New Kid - Chapter One

Well today was interesting. I began my day with such confidence in myself and I ended the day in tears. Walking to my A period class, I felt as though I had the confidence of a King. That ended when I was tripped and shoved into the wall. Here it goes right now, its starting. And the worst part was who did it - Max, my long time crush. He was the crew star, the state swimming champion, the straight 'A' student, the everything.  

I’ve came to know Max over these past couple of years because of his determination to mess with my life. He was the one everyone thought was gay until he solidified his reputation as straight by messing with me. He screwed up my life, and continues to do so, simply because he is too afraid to come out himself.

After Max and my friends turned on me that day at Blueberry Island, I went into school Freshman year thinking that I would have people to talk to, people that would understand my predicament. People like Patricia, one of the most kind and understanding individuals in my class. A few years before I came out, one of Patricia’s family members came out and Patricia stood by them.

Because of this, I thought that at least Patricia would stand by me, or at the very least not harass me. Boy, was I wrong. Max had gotten to everyone. He had started rumors saying that my family had disowned me  because I was gay and that I became poor. Being “poor” in my community makes you disliked just as much as being gay does. Being both makes sure that no one will talk to you. No one wants to stick by the “poor” kid.

In high school, especially mine, reputation is key. While people would have stuck by me being gay, they never did because Max had told everyone that he would ruin their reputation as easily as he did mine. People cared more about their reputation than they did sticking up for what was right.

These facts of my life ran through my head as Max started to abuse me both physically and mentally, along with my ex-friends. My second biggest bullies after Max, ended up being Muffy and Jake. They had helped him turn everyone against me.

I stood back up so that I could continue to my first period class but Jake pushed me into the lockers. As I fell to the ground, Max, Jake, Muffy and others started to crowd around me. Insults such as “fag” and hurtful words such as “no one will ever like you” were thrown at me. Again as I started to get up I was pushed back down into a slouched position by a random hand. I saw Max make a fist and aim for my face. I closed my eyes and waited for the blow, knowing that I could not stop it. I waited and waited, but nothing came.

I open my eyes, confused and saw a blonde-haired, muscular boy I had never seen before standing in front of me with Max’s fist held in his hand. Though, I will always think that Max is the hottest boy I have ever seen, even I could admit that this kid was pretty okay himself. The bell rang signaling that everyone had to get to class. Max started to walk away with the rest of the people surrounding me, but before he disappeared he said to me: “this isn’t over you fag,” and then told the new kid that because he was new he would get a warning. The warning was to stay away from me. Hanging around me would make sure he never got a good reputation in this school. After Max left, the boy turned to me.

“I’m Pierson”, he said to me while reaching his hand out to help me up.

“Thanks, I replied, you saved me.”

I then said to him “You should really listen to him. You shouldn’t talk to me because it will only hurt your ability to have a good reputation here. If you socializewith me, they will hate you and hurt you too.”

Even though I really wanted a friend or at least someone to talk to, I walked away from Pierson, trying not to let the tears fall, because even if he stuck by me today, a week from now he would become like the rest. It has happened before and I am not willing to open myself up and gain hope only to be crushed. I don’t think I can handle another rejection. Plus I cannot subject another human to the treatment I am receiving. It is better for both him and I never to speak to each other again.

PIERSON P.O.V.

As I was walking into school, I was nervous about meeting new people. This was the third time I had moved since I started high school two years ago. Walking in, I noticed people looking at me. I rounded the corner and found locker number 69. That was me, I thought to myself. 69, I liked that number.

As soon as I began loading my books into my new locker, I heard a ton of screaming and wailing from down the hall. Naturally, I made my way to the scene. This innocent boy was getting the shit kicked out of him and people were just standing around watching. I decided that I needed to step in, before this boy got seriously injured.

I quickly grabbed the brown-haired kids arm and stopped him from nailing the face of the kid on the floor.

As soon as I knew it, the bell, for the start of class I’m assuming, rung. The brown-haired boy and the rest of the bystanders started to walk away.

Before he completely disappeared, the brown-haired boy turned around and told me “You are new, so I am letting you off with this warning: unless you want your highschool life here in this school to be miserable and to get the same treatment as Parker, I would stay away from that fag. Join us - you will have a good reputation here at The Princeton School.”

With that being said, the boy turned around and disappeared. I ignored the warning, because frankly, I do not like bullies and I would never bully someone for popularity especially for being a “fag”. Personally, I am gay and proud of it.  

Looking down at Parker, I noticed that he looked cute and innocent while in his dull blue eyes I could see that he was lonely, sad, and broken. I made up my mind to become Parker’s friend and possibly, later on, something more.

Coming out of my thoughts I introduced myself to him by saying “Hi, I’m Pierson.”

In reply, Parker told me in a quiet tone “Thanks, for saving me”. Before I could say “you’re welcome” Parker told me, in one of the saddest tones of voice I have ever heard “You should really listen to him. You shouldn’t talk to me because it will only hurt your ability to have a good reputation here. If they see you socializing with me they will hate you and hurt you too.” With that he got up and walked away and I swear that I saw his eyes turn glassy and a single tear drop fall down his handsome face.

I personally don’t care about the rude, stuck up people of this school. At my old school, people supported the ones who were brave enough to be who they truly were. I grew up with and support this belief 100%, so I am going to support Parker and become his friend, even if the people of this school start to hate me. I am proud of being gay and I will stand up for others that are. I’m not sure I am going to like this school if everyone beats on the gay kid.