Lover Boy

Hunter

      I'm gay. My name is Hunter Creek and I'm gay. I have never felt special feelings toward girls, ever. So, I tend to feel horrible every time a girl asks me out, because I know I can never think of her the way she thinks of me. No one knows I'm gay, I've kept it a secret for two years now. I'm afraid of what my family, friends, and peers will think of me, so I don't let them know. Now, let me paint you a picture of what I look like, a bit bigger than the average teenage guy. I'm lightly tanned, muscular build, strong jaw, longish wavy brown hair, and bright brown eyes. I stand at 6'5'' and weigh 192 lbs.

      I'm a Junior at East Pine High school. I make fairly good grades, my average is an A. I live with my Mom, Karen Creek, and fifteen year old sister, Willow Creek. My parents divorced when I was six and Will was four. It wasn't like my dad cheated or anything, my parents just stopped loving each other. Dad got remarried when I was ten, yet mom has had no time for a relationship with work and having to take care of us.

      Bzzzzt! Bzzzzt!

      Ugh, stupid alarm clock. My hand reaches out from underneath my cream colored covers. My fingers fumble the buttons on the clock, finally I manage to turn the blaring sounds off. I groan as I stretch my arms and I hear my back crack. My vision's blurry. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and glance at the clock.

      "Crud, it's 7: 53! I'm gonna be late!", I yelled.

      I rolled out of bed, landing with a thud on the floor. I jumped up, ran down the hall, skidding to a stop in front of the bathroom door, yank the door open, and hop into the shower. Quickly I washed myself down, lathered soap in my hair, and rinsed the soap out. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I marched down the hall and rushed into my room. Opening my closet, I shuffle into a pair of jeans, slip a cream colored button-up shirt on, put on my black converse, and pull a beige beanie over my still damp hair. I rush downstairs and the smell of waffles greets me. I hear my stomach growl and head into the kitchen.

      "Morning mom. Hey Will.", I mumble since I'm too busy eyeing the waffles.

      Mom teases me,

      "Hungry? Go get a plate before you drool all over my floor." I go ahead and stack the waffles high on my plate. Before I even sit down, I stuff some waffle in my mouth. I seriously could not wait anymore, I was starving. Willow looks down at her plate and mumbles something about boys being pigs, as I finish up my breakfast. I glance at Willow, we really look alike. She has long wavy hair that cascades down her back, bright brown eyes, toned, and tan. We even have somewhat the same fashion sense. She's wearing a black beanie, ripped skinny jeans, black converse, and a plain white t-shirt. Something I usually wear, except for the ripped skinny jeans, I never wear ripped skinny jeans. They are way too tight for me.

      I get up, sling my bookbag over my shoulder, and step out the door. I head up to the driveway, as I pull out the keys to my silver Camaro. My dad gave it to me as a gift when I earned my Driver's License at sixteen. Willow runs out and hurriedly jumps into the backseat. Since we both go to the same school mom figured I could drive Willow to school. I wasn't upset, she seemed more nervous about it than me. As I pull out the driveway, Will's music is blasting. She's even got her earbuds in, I have no idea how her ears are still intact.

      When I finally arrive at the school and park the car, Will practically flies out her seat and runs into the school building. I just shake my head and unbuckle my seat. I get out, reach for my bag, and sigh. I trudge toward the school's entrance and hope that maybe it wouldn't be another boring Monday. Maybe something exciting will happen.

      Yeah right. Like a typical high school full of bullies, gossiping tongues, nerds, geeks, and dorks (Oh my!) would offer any real excitement. At least I can look forward to lunch with people I actually have interest in.