We'll get through

chapter 5: Frank

I hate this school. I hate this gym kit. All my scars are in show now I look fucking psycho. I had nothing to cover it today. Keeping my arms at my side I walked to Mr.Way, "I don't feel very well could I sit out?" He gave me a weird look. He nods. "Sit over there I need to have a word after the lesson". He was so hot. The way he talked,his hair and his ass was so fucking cute. I smiled to myself and then remembered I'd never have a chance with him.

I sat through the lesson hella bored. They climbed some fuckin ropes and shouted at my if they thought I was starting at them in a "gay"way.

I went to walk out. "I menat what I said" I freeze hearing a voice behind me " I wanna word" said Mr. Way. I stopped and turned around. He flipped his hair out of his face and looked straight at me. "Give me your arm" he said. I froze. Still. I couldn't breathe it move. He couldn't see this. He'd report me and then my parents would know and then I wouldn't be able to cope. "Now Frank" I raised my arm and placed it into his outstrectched hand. He pulls my hoodie sleeve up and looks at the scars. "Why" he whispers. "Because I deserve it" I reply. These words shocked me. I just told him. I talked to someone. "Honey, you're beautiful. If they say anything other than that then they are wrong and they are jealous. Being gay doesn't make you bad, it makes you different. Don't let them destroy you. Don't let them take the light behind your eyes. OK?" He finishes. I didn't acknowledge the tears in my eyes from being shown kindness like this for the first time in a long time. They ran down my face and I looked up at him. He smiled and pulled me in to a hug. It felt so nice. His warmth was so nice, he was so nice.