He calls me princess (BoyxBoy)

There he stood

I waited outside for my best friend Sarah, who is the only other person who knows I am gay, and man did she fan girl when she found out. Sarah is my only friend, super sweet, to everyone but very opinionated. She wanted to be an actress very suiting as she is a drama queen.

BEEP BEEP.

"Get in Loser we are going shopping." She yelled at me. Sarah quoted mean girls like a religion, she ships me and that semi cute boy who Cady heron was interestedin,I mean he is slightly hot.

"OMG, ELLLIEEEE!!!!! YOUR TURNING 17 IN ONE MONTH YOU NEED TO GET YO TWERK ON." she screamed in my face and I basically flinched. "I donno" I grumbled I mean I hated partying, I prefer reading a nice book with some tea not grind on some girl who is so drunk she mistaken you for her brother.

Sar, yes I call her that. Sar's face dropped after my little comment.

We arrived in school 5 minutes later. " Ellie I'll see you at lunch"

She winks at me.

Sarah is a senior, as am I, but I am a year younger then everyone. I kinda am that cliche nerd that loves school, It's all I have to live for I mean I am not athletic or anything, I can somewhat sing and maybe draw but I am not that special. I sighed opening my locker, getting out my math and science textbook.I would die if this school found out I was gay. I am planning to keep it a secret till I go to college and then maybe I will hopefully never now find someone who won't cringe when he looks at me. Or I can adopt 10 cats and live like that. I wish I could be like my brother, outgoing. You know who is really outgoing. Max, Max the name that can make any girl drop to their knees by just that word. Max I thought. The typical jock, the "it" boy, the guy that every girl can dare to dream with, and every boy can dare to stare. He is a god here and he is famous for being one of the top footballer players in the state here in Rhode Island. Might I say he is quite pleasing to the eye. Ok Ok he is a hot specimen that is soooo hot that I'm not gonna lie I have a tiny teeny crush, but that's all I will get, he is a god and I am me. He is better of with some girl who is adventurous and exotic looking, which there are a few not so bad lookers here. Sarah is considered attractive by some guys but she does not fit the "slut" code here because she doesn't show it all. The bell rang and did I mention it was the first week of class here.

I have one more year, just one left and maybe I can do something special with my life. I sat in math right at the back. I hated teachers who would pick on me, so i sat in the back either doodling, taking notes or writing Max's names unconsciously it hearts, as I let my mind be a little bit naughty. What I can hope and with Max there is sure a lot of hoping "OK CLASS, LETS GET STARTED" Mr.Mackenzie a middle aged math teacher  with a passion for history, especially war. He talks alot about how respected of a soldier he was, and that stupid injury that made him become a teacher. He talks in a louder voice which kinda scares me, but I CANNOT SLACK OF. I have to keep my average, it is the only proud accomplishment of mine. " Let's start with some Calculus, the class groaned, I simply did not care about math, and it was still easy for me. 30 minutes in the lesson, the door knocked. Ahhhh Mr. Garnger nice for you to join us. With that every head in the room snapped at him. Standing there tall dark and handsome, wearing a t-shirt that beautifully showed his muscles, girls swooning already, a dominant aura, with guys jealously eyeing, there he stood. Max with his famous smirk. "Not a bad batch here" Max comments. And yes he is talking about the number of girls that look bangable. Max is a player, he doesn't do relation ships, he date girls for a week and throws them away. Which is quite mysterious because last year he dated Brittany, the most popular girl in our school for most of the year. Something happened I have no idea what but quite frankly I did not even care. "Just take a seat next to Elliot back there." My eyes snapped from the weird sketch I was drawing. Jealous eyes staring at me. I hated attention. I hated it and right know everyone was staring at me, and I wanted to cry. One I have to sit next to this hunk, and now all eyes where on me as if I was Britney Spears or something.I decided my plan I will just ignore him. He won't care about me. He is Max bigger things to worry about rather then, some problematic, homosexual teen. I continued looking at my sketch, eyes not even daring to leave the page, not daring at all as I feel Max staring at me. "Hey" he whispers to me I try my best to ignore it. "Hey" he whispers again. " I like your sketch" I without hesitation turn my head to him. I am red as a tomato, and he chuckles, "got your attention, ay sweetheart" I got even reder if that is possible, I have never been this red in my whole entire life. "Don"t worry i don't bite...Yet'' I can barley keep my words together. I stutter completely. 'You know, you remind me of a princess.'' At this moment I am speechless, no wonder he is taking to me I look like a girl he probably wants to bang and just forget I existed. 'My sister she has a small kitten, fluffy and tiny she calls that bastard Princess, you remind of that, so i am gonna call you Princess.'' He smirks at me. I wanted to faint, this is not happening right now.

Luckily the bell rang. ''See you tomorrow Princess'' he smirks at me as he leaves. WHY? WHAT? WHEN? HOW?.