Josh has crush in his bully Anthony, but doesn't know why, after receiving another beating, after another trip to the nurse, he enters his math class to notice a empty desk next to his, then a Handsome boy enters the class.
He gets butterflies in h...
Josh POV *SLAM* The back of my head hits the lockers causing it to bleed. Laughter fills the air, tears start dripping from my eyes.
My book bag open in someones hands and i see water being poured into it, and they start to shake it around and throw it at me, landing on my thighs. Good thing nothing important was in it.
*Why are they doing this to me.*
I think to myself. In middle school , people didn't mind me being gay but now in my freshman year they're making my life hell. Not to mention one of these people being my crush Anthony.
I don't understand why I like him, he was always an asshole and a dick but something tells me he's capable of change, he just doesn't want to.
My wallet is in someones hand and takes the money inside. "20 dollars?!?" The guy throws the empty wallet at my chest.
"Next time bring more, fag!"
That last word hits me harder than truck, its the word that reminds me that I'm different from societies standards and I'll never be seen the same way, it makes me feel distant from everyone I've ever known.
The bell rings and everyone starts walking and talking about the incident heading for class or lunch.
After everyone left for there classes I see something move in the corner of my eye. But didn't think about it. I walk to C hallway for my locker and grab a different bag.
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I put my notebooks inside the bag and everything else for the day.
After that I head to the nurse for my bleeding head, I'm surprised it didn't hurt that much. The nurse was on her lunch break but still let me in.
After her break she cleaned the blood that was dripping. She says that it not a big wound and that it may take about a week to heal.
She writes me a pass and I head for math class. I hand the teacher the pass and sit down, in my assigned seat, which had a empty seat next it, i sat in the back close to a window with a nice view. Today there was an empty seat next to mine, there was never a seat next to it, in fact I was the only person in the back of the class.
I pull out my math notebook and a pencil, then the door opens and I see a guy with black curly hair, with brown eyes. He's wearing a black button up jacket with a white hoodie on, with black pants and black and white shoes.
"Alright class, settle down. I would like to introduce your new classmate Charles."
"Hello everyone. Hope you can accept me as your new classmate." Charles says, with a deep but soft voice.
"Charles you'll be sitting next to Josh. Josh please your hand." The teacher says.
I raise my hand and put it back down when Charles is halfway to his seat.
"Hi josh nice to meet you." Charles says sitting down in his seat. "Nice to meet you Charles," I say blushing see him next to me. I ask him if got his schedule, he gives it to me and I see that he has all the same classes as me.
"You have the same classes as me so finding them won't be a problem." I tell Him. "Great." He replies with an excited tone. I smile after hearing his response.
As the bell rung everyone started to leave the class. I waited for Charles to pack up so we can head to World History our second class. As we talk in the hallway I show Charles his locker which was the one next to mine, I find that ironic.
As we walk to World History, in the hallway I noticed people giving me and Charles stare's. But most of them seem to be on Charles. I notice it but he doesn't, as we continue to talk to get to know each other more I see Anthony and his group of friends.
Anthony was the "leader" of the group but they seemed to follow him and listen to him for no apparent reason.
"Fucking fag got a boyfriend" a guy says from the group, causing the whole group to laugh including Anthony. Charles seems to hear them but ignore them seeming not bothered with them.
"Sorry about them" I tell Charles. I don't even know why I am the one apologizing. "Its fine and don't apologize for them josh, they're just being jerks who don't have anything better to do with there lives." Charles says.
With that response I feel a weight has just been lifted off of my shoulders, because he didn't remotely say anything about being called a fag but more like accepting it and not pressing me about it and to just ignore them because even if its true, they don't matter.
Knowing that I feel like we can become good friends or maybe even more.
