Kayvon POV
I woke up and ran downstairs, arms flailing as I remember that there's a reason I actually go to school. Mason. Mason Wheelhouse. The man with the stutter. The man I (do)nt love. Because I'm not gay. Duh. I'd never be gay, because that's gay. And gays a sin.
I walk, getting in the car after putting my fruit smelling stuff on. A little fruity. Heh. We drive to school, I get out and walk, then I see him. Mason. The NOT love of my life. He sees me and smiles. I smile back. I walk right up to him and smell his shoulder. Same as yesterday. Men's lynx spray.
We walk inside, I sit as close to him as I can. We go to science. I move seats to sit with him. His hand brushes against mine as he writes, I can't help bit blush, I hide my face by looking down at my book. I call Mr pedo- Mr Rose a name and get a verbal warning. I hope I impressed him.
Later on in the day, I remember what month it is, because of the drama studio, pride flags everywhere. Pride month. My mon- I MEAN THE HORRIBLE GAY MONTH THAT I COULD NEVER BE APART OF- heh-
In our performance, Mason tackles me to the floor, I go bright red and laugh it off. Mr Jackson watched thay performance. I hope he doesn't think too much of the mention of drugs and the obvious gayne- I mean straightness-
To Be Continued
