DYLANS POV:
It's 12:08 in math class and I'm so bored Leo isnt im class today I wonder why?
I miss him.
I pick up my pen sighing at the fact I'm becoming one of them. I'm becoming a fag. And that scared me I don't want to go to hell.
But what I do know is I want to feel Leo's crusty thin lips on mine again. I bite my lip at the thought. I shrug in my seat looking through the window at all the greesy teens outside playing pe. Oh the boys look good. Wait what? No thats some emo fag shit.
"DYLAN!" Mr Donald shouts at me out of my daze.
"Can you tell me the answer to quest1?" He asks.
"U-u-u-u-uuh I don't know sir" I stutter out not being able to keep my eyes off of his toned beer belly.
"SEE ME AFTER CLASS!" He shouts.
*40 minutes later*
My breathe hitches in my throat when I se
e mr Donald walking up to me seductively.
"I have been wanting this for a while now" he whispers on my ear.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-wwwhat d-d-d-do you mean?" I stuttered embarrassingly.
"Well I've been watching you for a while now Dylan and you seem very intriguing. The way you don't brush your teeth is so enticing" he states.
I feel his thin wrinkly lips on my dirty neck I haven't washed in 4 years because washing is gay.
"Mmm what's that taste" he moans in my ear.
"I-I-I-I-I don't know maybe it's the dirt from my neck" I question.
" oh yes I understand only gay boys wash." He says while biting on my lobe.
I feel overly flustered, this needs to stop.
"S-s-s-s-stop." I plead.
I run out of the class room heavily flustered.
As I was running with tears running down my face because I am so depressed🥺. I run into a soft pillowy wall. I look up and I see the same yellow greesy hair as yesterday. He's wearing a angry and disappointed face. Did he see what just happened?
I open my mouth to explain.
"Dont I see how it is" he says while pouting his thin crusty lips.
I run away crying again.
Before I run into the bathroom I make sure to get a pen lid and try to hurt myself with it.
BANG BANG BANG.
Leo bangs on my door I'm sorry and anger.
"OPEN UP LEO I SAW U TAKE THE PEM LID" he shouts.
I open the door slowly salty tears running down my face. I look up at his short dry eyelashes. His face is painted with worry and hurt.
"I-I-I-I-I didn't do anything with him papi" I say. He visibly relaxes his shoulders. Does he really care that much? Is he really gay after all? I don't want him to be one of them emo fags though.
I can hear his heart pulsating through his dirty veins.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-why are you worried if we did anything anyway it's not like you like me leo" I mutter sadly.
"Oh but that's where ur wrong papi" he replied quickly.
What did he just say?!
