- Luke's POV -
I walked into school holding my boyfriend's hand. I didn't even care what people would think. I love him and I don't care who knows it.
Just as I figured, we got dirty looks as soon as we walked in. I didn't care. And neither did Michael. God, he looked so cute. He was wearing my Nirvana shirt and I was wearing his Metallica tee. We decided to wear our black pants again.
All the guys were backing away from us and all the girls were giggling and pointing. Michael flipped them all off, and I did the same. He was so confident, and so was I now that I was with him.
A really pretty girl walked up to Michael, twirling her hair. I grabbed Michael's hand tighter and Michael rubbed mine with his thumb.
"So you really are bisexual. I thought you were just joking." She laughed, almost as if she was mocking him.
"Actually, no. I'm gay. And this is my boyfriend Luke." He seemed so proud.
"Hiya.."
I was so nervous I was shaking. I think Michael could tell because he pulled me close and kissed my cheek.
"Ew. Faggots." She said as she flipped her hair and walked off.
"Slut..." Michael said under his breath, chuckling.
She gave us an evil glare and, with my new found confidence, I flipped her and her group of girls off.
