Shit.
I'm late.
It's my first day and I've been late to most of my classes. I hope the FCE teacher is forgiving.
I duck into the classroom five minutes late, avoiding states from my classmates. The teacher, Mr. Purdy, shoots me a glare and points to an empty seat. I sit down and stare at my hands.
"Psst."
"Huh?" I say, turning to my left. A cute blond boy is seated next to me. He's probation straight, though. The cutest ones always are.
"You're new, aren't you?" he says.
"Yeah, why?" I answer.
"I haven't seen you before, and you like you need a friend."
"Yeah, I do. I've gotten. I've gotten nothing but rude comments and insults since I got here."
"Well, good thing I'm here. I'm Evan, by the way."
"Matt."
"Cute," he says, and my eyes widen. "Oh, tell me you aren't a homophobe. We have enough of those already."
"No, no, it's just that the cutest guys are always, straight."
Just kidding. What actually happened is that he said cool instead of cute, and turned back to the front.
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Mevan
Teen FictionMatt is the new kid. He's struggling with a family that is extremely homophobic and trying to pretend that he's straight, at least around them. Evan is the one who used to be king of the school, until he came out as gay and the homophobes stopped ta...
