- PROTECTION [BXB] -

- 1: "Screwed" -

Wesley's POV:

"Alright class, settle down, settle down!" The teacher at the front yelled over the talking students.

Her name is Mrs Burk and she teaches the Graphic Design course at my Univeristy, Wolfgang or just WG for short. I feel bad for her, it's almost the end of the class period and all the kids were just, rowdy. It was a fun course to take, so maybe everyone was just happy talking to their friends.

I wouldn't know how that feels like.

That's because I don't have any to talk to.

Boo-hoo, aww, suck it up Wesley.

I HAVE sucked it up, mind you probably commenting on the sad situation I'm in. I'm one of the most outcasted students, if not the most outcasted student, in this University. The long story short is: I'm gay in a University with drama hungry females and men who have testosterone and want to throw their weight around with manly people. Since I'm not straight and not the most atheltic, I instantly am the worst piece of shit this school has accepted.

How FUN.

Luckily, this class is too lame for those kinds of people. So for now, it's just me, myself, and my music. Specifically Janet Jackson and Whitney Houston.

I love you Whitney. Hope you're resting well up there in Music Heaven.

However, what I have to endure next period is fucking HELL. I would- no, I AM SCREWED. My next course is Physical Education, and that sounds like it'd be fun, right? All the joys of having P.E and the joys of having Health Education. Two easy and great classes mixed into one that we switch over classes every week.

But, there's a but.

Take a whole football team and take a whole cheerleader squad for said football team, and then add one African American gay kid. That is my class. The STRAIGHTEST people in this University just smashed together in a class with me. There's also this one this one guy in the class, but I won't get into him, because he is one of the scariest kid-

No, correction, not a kid.

The scariest MAN in my class. He is a full on man, he's about 6'10, he has a full grown beard, he has muscles for who knows what days, and he just has hair all over his body. I would know because I may or may not have accidentally saw in the locker rooms one day while putting my stuff away in my locker.

I am NOT a pervert. He just had his shorts on only and he was just sitting there on one of the benches putting his shirt on. I'll admit, he is really- VERY, very attractive. But he could stomp me and kill me with one foot. I don't get how anyone can be that massive and be a University student, because he is only 21 YEARS OLD.

I'm 20 years old and I have NOTHING. Not a single muscle, not a single hair on my chest, hell, the fucking trimmed bush on my face can't even be classified as a beard when I'm around him.

I just don't ever want to get in his path, since he just seems like he's also angry or annoyed with things as of lately. His face just always never rested, always anger painted. Maybe that's just his resting face, who knows and why do I care.

Honestly, I'd be annoyed too, his friend group is fucking annoying. ANNOYING. Always wanting to talk to him, always wanting to hover him, always wanting something. Poor guy probably can't catch a break, he's always just tense.

And for some reason..

I feel like he's gonna take all his anger out of ME because I always feel like this powerful aura is staring into the back of my head and peering into my mind and seeing whatever I'm thinking. I just want to not cross his path and just not annoy him more. Even if I didn't do anything-