Growing Up Gay

Gasslighting Parents Ch.13

       So May was it crazy and jammed pack with shit? Kinda it had some drama but before we get to the title lets explain all that has happened that month. So finals are on the horizon for most classes but my teachers hate me, not really I'm usually the favourite.
       The banquet for Track and Field was this month and it started at around 5:30 and I got home around 11:00. I did get a certificate for participating but that thing took way too long. There was over a 100 of us athletes and everyone was giving their life stories. For food they served us underwhelming Italian food in an Indian restaurant.
       It was sad knowing that I won't see some of those people anymore. I am going to miss my track and field bestie, Holland so much. He graduated that year and left for college. I promised to text him as much as I can and to facetime him whenever I can. He wrote me a letter telling me to be a bad bitch and be my gay self unapologetically. To tell my parents who I am and what I like.
For a few classes we took our finals a week in advance so on finals day we could relax. For English we had a speech. I delivered a speech on homophobia around the world while other people were talking about oil drilling. I also put on the gayest outfit I could muster while wearing some make up. I also skipped PE that day because I didn't wanna ruin my hair.
The Other final I took before finals week was in Spanish class. We had to have a conversation with someone and argue with them. The other finals I took was a Biology final and of course Math. As for PE we played dodgeball for half the time then played waterpolo the other half.
So I started becoming friends with this one guy that was in a bunch of my classes. To be completely honest I thought he was gay. He had the voice, the gestures, practically everything except the walk. Well anyways I only saw him as a friend. After we took the finals me and him would end up playing minecraft off the school computers. I caught a golden axolotl and built it an aquarium. He named the axolotl Spanish for some reason.
I'm take this time to talk about another guy friend I made. He told me he's Bi but wasn't out to anyone. I told him that's totally cool take as much time as you need, as I still am not out to my parents while the whole school knows by now. He's nowhere close to my type but he's pretty chill person to talk to as he's very well read. Me and him usually bounce ideas off of each other and I helped him with his speech a bit.
I have started developing mixed feelings for this one guy. His name is Jack, he has fluffy hair and always wears converse. The way he dresses screams Bi and he also has a fat ass. He also has a pretty good personality, as in he's goofy but can be serious and help you if you get stuck on a math problem. He was a transfer student from one of the private schools and is now on the football team.
Also, why are straight guys gayer than actually gay people. Unless the summer rule of Bi till proven straight is on. Anyways I switched to different shorts for PE that I saw another guy where. They were yellow football shorts that were longer than the regular PE shorts. I liked them a lot more because they fit way better.
Anyways, we are in the weight room and I had to do a leg exercise on this one machine. You have to lay over it so your ass is in the air and you have to bring your legs to your ass. So after I'm done I noticed that there were a few guys standing there. One guy told me that my shorts were a bit see through. Another told my ass looked nice. While another grabbed my ass.
It scares me that straight guys are starting to learn our lingo. Let me give an example. Me and my friend are strutting the gym likes it a runway and the guys start saying things when we pass by. One said omg he's such a bad bitch. While another said yass slay queen.
Now for the juicy parts. My parents have once again forced me into football. During the last few weeks of school I was doing "springball" or football training during spring. So I dragged myself there and entertained myself by talking with friends. So I managed to get sick multiple times and got out of more than 2 weeks of it so I only got about a week of the camp.
The first week I got out of it was a stomach bug along with guilt-tripping my dad into letting me stay home. The next week I injured my leg by scrapping off a lot of skin.
They also had a game that everyone was supposed to go to and I didn't go. I did this by reminding my parents of an older game that lineman weren't supposed to go to. So I managed to trick them and I stayed home till one of my mom's friends texted her asking where I was. Now I have a 2 week break before going to football summer camp.
As I reflect on my freshman year I can see how I managed to grow. I was that flower that sprouted up from the concrete. I managed to handle the adversity and bullying to become the best person I can be. Even looking back at pictures from the beginning of the year I can see how I have aged. I have grown more mature because of what I have been put through. I became stronger mentally and physically as I challenged myself with sports and grades. I left that year with a 3.9 GPA.
My sophomore year the challenge will truly begin as I try to take down AP classes and Honours. I will also pour everything into the sport I love with all my heart, track and field. Along with that I have to deal with a new bell schedule and getting my permit. It's gonna be a little rough but I'll do my best.