Landon Silas
Imagine growing up in a strict homophobic family and turned out being gay. Ha. Never could be me. Ironic, right? Not so much. I'm Landon. Landon Silas. Born in a place that doesn't matter, and never will matter. See, my parents are christian.
Like I said before, where I was born doesn't matter. Well, not at the exact moment will it. But, now that I have a project about where I'm from, that helps a lot. Totally.
Well, that project is due in about. Uh, let's see. I forgot. Hold on. Oh, yeah. That's right. It's due today and the only thing that I put on my paper was my first and last name. Not to mention Ms. Judy is making us present it to the class. Makes everything much better.
"Haha." Like mentioned before. I am a gay red headed guy. Me? Coming out to my parents?
Nope.
Nuh-uh.
Nope. Nope.
Never happening.
Not in a life time.
Only my best friend, Trish, knows. That's how it's going to stay. Risking telling my parents is like committing sewer slide. Well, speaking of that light headed fool..
"Aha! Got it! 5 minute crafts helps out a lot. I told you, it would work." Trish said. I looked up at her huge poster, filled with magazine cuttings and a lot of colorful colors. "See, I got done with all that in 1 day." I looked at her with a odd look.
"And how exactly did 5 minute crafts help you out with this?" I ask.
"Glad you asked!" She chanted. Honestly, I wasn't glad I asked. All she did was ranted on and on about 5 minute crafts music and how it helped her focus on the project.
"Couldn't you just find the music on Youtube?" I asked.
"Nu-No! I tried Youtube Music, ha. No result. Spotify, no result. Pandora, no result. Soundcloud-"
"No result." I said, cutting her off. "Okay. We got it." I sigh, looking at the note given to me by a school admin which contains my locker digits. As I struggle to get into my locker, I became more unfocused due to Trish, making beats with a pencil on the lockers.
"Tell 'em my Nina, my bitch, she is a rider. I got a shooter and I got a driver. They want that heat, I'm the only provider." Trish raps, hitting each beat with each bar right on point. "Do we have a problem?"
The bell cut her off right in time, I was starting to get annoyed. Trish gladly led me to my first period, pushing me and her through the crowds. This is just my second day, so yeah. I'm still confused.
"Well, goodluck. You're on your own." Trish said, leaving me in the crowded class.
"What? We have the same first period, where are you going?" I asked, yanking her jean jacket.
"I'm going to go lose my virginity." She smirked. "If you need me, I'll be sneaking in the boy's locker room." She swing her hips around, looking at me. "So do me a favor, boo. Don't need me." I rolled my eyes and gazed at everyone in the classroom. So many hot guys, got me out here simping like an anime weeb. All these flamboyant guys, hot blonde hair dream guys, ugh. Got me over here sounding like Trish and Railey. Speaking of Railey, where is that dumbfounded idiot?
"Okay, and?" Said a familiar voice. Railey of course. She made her way inside the classroom with Ms. Turner, my first period teacher. "Our lunch time is shorter than Micheals 1 inch dick, I would like to protest."
I leaned on the desk nearby, watching Railey bicker with the Teacher, and then recieving detention for being disrespectful. Unaware of someone sitting at the desk, I slowly attempted to sit in the seat behind the desk, only stunned to be pushed off.
"Move." I heard someone snap, pushing me into another person.
"S-Sorry." I said to the person I bumped into. I turned around, only to be completely flustered. A tall guy, completely muscular, black shirt that clearly reveals his abs, and his messy long black hair. How could I have bumped into such a beauty? Bitch got me over here simping, let me stop.
"S-Sorry. I-I was not watching w-where-"
"Shut up." He snapped, cutting me off. "Just get the fuck away from my desk."
Who knows why, but I bowed and backed away from his desk, bumping right into Railey. She had a smirk on her face like she was watching or something. "So, I know that face. Who is he?"
"Uh.. He's nobody. Honestly, I've never seen him before." I said, looking back at the muscular figure, put in his airpods and making his way out the classroom.
"Haha! Okay. That's Drake. Total dick sometimes." Railey nagged. I was paying no attention, I just daydreamed about my lips and his lips touching. "Wake up motherfucker, class is starting." Railey snapped. "I know you like the guy, but seesh. Your more obsessed then I am."
I snapped out of my daze and made my way to the front of the class. I was shoved, pushed, and knocked side to side by these annoying bitches. Finally, I made my way to the front of the class.
"Ayo! Ms. Turner? We got a test today?" Called out a boy.
"AJ, you ask that question everyday." Ms. Turner said. She was shuffling threw her papers, looking for some shit she probably lost. "Ah, found it. The seating chart."
I was told to be seated in inbetween AJ and Drake. I looked at the seat, daydreaming again. Then, I saw him again. The 'Drake' guy everyone was talking about in the classroom.
"As if , Drake would never date your sorry ass."
"Isn't Drake and Cassidy still dating, or was he dating Hope?"
"Can you ask Drake if Jaciel here today?"
"Nah, he's probably in detention."
"All right, All right. Everyone, sit down. Let's go ahead and get our Civil Rights notes out. Take out a paper so we can get this shit done, alright?" Ms. Turner announced, getting the powerpoint ready.
I looked to my right, admiring Drake. Every tattoo, piercing, and strand of hair was so attractive. No! I'm not simping for this guy, I'm gay but I'm not that gay. But god dam, bro was so fucking attractive.
"The fuck you looking at?" Drake snapped with his cold eyes locking to mine.
I was so quick to look at the floor, pretending not to catch his attention. My day get's way better. Yeah, totally. A new fucking hot guy- why am I using the word 'hot'? A new attractive motherfucker walks in, ten times more attractive than Drake's ass.
"Ah, Jaciel. Why are you late to my class?" Ms. Turner ask, lowering her glasses. "What excuse do you have for the class? Let's here it."
"AIn't got no god dam excuse." He said, making his way by my desk. Then, he looked right down at my seat. "Move."
"U-Uh.. this is m-my seat." I muttered.
"Yes Jaciel, that seat now belongs to our new student. You can sit back there beside Cassidy." Ms. Turner said.
"The fuck?" Jaciel muttered.
"Bitch, just move." Drake snapped at me.
Before my slow ass had a chance to respond, Jaciel yanked me out the seat using my shirt. Motherfuckers was laughing at me and shit, so I ended up having to sit by this so-called 'Cassidy' girl.
After class
"Wassup, Wassup?" Trish said, jumping on my back. I nearly fell, carrying that big ass girl on my back, not to mention her big ass boobies were in the way. "So, how was first period?"
"Dip shit." I replied.
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