my love story.

Prologue

If I knew it would end this way, I never would've done it the way I did. But that's not what happened...

But let's back up to 2 months ago...

2 months ago

It was a normal monday afternoon at school, and I was in my economics class. The teacher was blabbering about God knows what, while I was fooling around with my best friend, Étienne.

The thing is, he was secretly... my crush. 

You see, I was not like other boys. I was that kind of low-profile guy, the one who doesn't talk that much, but I was friends with the popular guys, the loud ones, the ones all the girls wanted. That helped me a little bit to score with a couple girls. But girls weren't what I wanted. 

I wanted Étienne. 

I'm fruity! I said it. But I can't say it out loud. My friends, as the stereotyped popular boys they are, are homophobic. They always make such disgusting comments towards fruity guys every time they get an opportunity to. It makes me sick. If only they knew...

Back to the class. So, as I said, we were fooling around, as teenagers do. But a feminine voice suddenly interrupted us. "Can you shut the fuck up?" a random girl in my class said to Étienne. "I can't hear the teacher talking because of you, jerk."

"You shut the fuck up?" he replied, not giving a single fuck about what others think of him. His frthright repartee always amazed me. He always had something thoughtful to say, always at the right place at the right time. Wow, I am whipped, haha!

"Guys, be respectful to each other!" the teacher said, in an attempt to bring peace back.

He rolled his eyes. "She's so annoying!" he whispered in my ear, making a shiver go down my spine. "Why does she think she's superior to everyone? It's ridiculous, everyone knows I basically OWN this group!"

And he was so right. When he talked, everyone listened to him. When he cracked a joke, everyone laughed. He had... some kind of power. Especially over me.

Everytime he looked at me, I couldn't see anything else than his bright, beautiful green eyes. I felt so special when his eyes laid on me. As if I was the only man in the world.

But he doesn't want men. He doesn't want me. He has a girlfriend.

I don't know her name, I don't want to know her name. I never listen when he talks about her, it just twists the knife. It hurts, more than anything I've ever wanted.

I want him. But he wants her.

My name's Bastien, and I'm fruity.