A Very Gay Highschool Story

Sign

Pietro

I walk into my first class, excited. All summer, with the help of my wonderful sister Wanda, I learned sign language. The reason why I learned is because of my crush, Clint Barton.

From what I have learned, there was an incident with his father (who his family no longer has contact with) that left him deaf. With this problem, I never really felt like I could talk to him. I knew he had learned lip reading and sign, but I wanted to be sure that he could really understand what I was telling him.

I see him sitting front and center so took my chance. I walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder. He looks to me and I sign: "Do you mind if I here?"

"I don't mind." He signed back with a smile that caused butterflies to form in my stomach.

I blush and sit down next to him, hoping that he didn't notice. I wasn't used to sitting in the front. I typically sat in the back so that I didn't get caught not paying attention as easily. But this year, I was going to pay attention and not narrowly pass most of my classes.

"Hello everyone, my name is Mr. Coulson and I'll be your history teacher." Mr. Coulson greeted at exactly 9:30. I noticed that he tried to keep his mouth facing Clint as he simultaneously tried to look around the room. "The first thing we will do is go over the syllabus together before starting our first lesson of the year."

Mr. Coulson then went on to explain the syllabus step by step. I watched how Clint intently stared at our teachers mouth, learning in a way that I didn't have to. I took notes during his lesson, also noticing that Clint was not able to write everything the class was learning from what Mr. Coulson had to say about what was on the slides.

Then class was over and we were packing our things up to go to our next classes. I tapped Clint on the shoulder once again.

"I noticed that you weren't able to write down some of the stuff Mr. Coulson was saying, so if you want to look over my notes, here is my number so I can send you pictures of them." I signed then handed him a piece of paper with my number on it.

"Thank you." He signed back, accepting my number before we both left the classroom and went separate directions.

My next class was math, which is gross, but I did learn I had it with my sister, and my friend Valkyerie. We have been friends since freshman year and has forced me to hang out with her and her friends, which were mostly people older than us like Thor Odinson. I see her and she runs up to me and gives me a hug, lifting me into the air a bit.

"I adopted us a new friend." She said very excitedly.

"Who is the person who you have forced friendship upon?" I asked jokingly.

"The kid Thor and his family are fostering and potentially adopting: Loki." She said very excitedly. "He is fifteen, which I know, he is younger, but he seems like an interesting person. He also gives of fruity vibes, which will make him the perfect addition to our friend group."

She said the last part quietly as we approached a dark haired boy with a Queen shirt on and some sweatpants.

"Loki," Val said, getting the boy's attention. "This is Pietro. Pietro, this is Loki."

We gave each other a quiet 'hi' as I sat down in front of him as Val sat next to him. Then Mr. Arthur, who helped us form the LGBT genius hour that only the LGBT's and their friends could join. That's how I met, well first saw, Clint. He was bisexual, information we got from his Google form he filled out, and wanted to meet more people in this community.

Mr. Arthur got roped into help forming it because one, he is the only gay teacher there, and two, two of his old students, Mobius, who is gay, and Hela, who labels herself as queer at the moment, asked him to help them actually make it a genius hour.

Anyway, the class starts and we learn about things that I don't completely understand, but I think I understand them enough to get by.

Soon enough, my first day is over. I find Wanda and we walk to the car together. It was her turn to drive so I handed her the keys and we got in and left.

I had completely forgot that I had given Clint my phone number until I got a text from an unknown number saying it was Clint. I take pictures of my history notes and send it to him.

Clint: who do you have for your other classes?

Me: today, I had integrated math 3 with Mr. Arthur, Biology with Mr. Richards, and Latin 1 with Mr. Smith.

Me: tomorrow (in order) I have: PE with Ms. Hill, English with Mrs. Pym, Ancient Literature with Ms. Carter, and Mythology/entomology with Mr. Selvic.

Clint: we have every class together tomorrow except for ancient literature. I had that class today.

Clint: can you help me with the notes for those classes as well?

Me: Of course I can.

Me: I'll send you the ones I already have, and send you the rest tomorrow.

Clint: thank you, you are a life saver.

Me: no problem. You don't have something that I don't think twice about. And even if you weren't deaf, I still would've offered to help.

I hit send without thinking, then immediately regretted it. He didn't respond for a moment or to, making my heart start to sink.

Clint: thank you. A lot of people overlook me because I can't hear and don't have enough money at the moment for a cochlear. No one has thought to help me until now. It means a lot to me.

Me: it's the least I can do.

I smile as my heart rose back to its proper place and butterflies filled my stomach. I wonder if this kind act of mine would lead to some other things... at the very least a close friendship, one that feels like we are dating when we're really not.