Catch Me When I Fall [BxB]

Civic Issues

I find my locker with much less trouble than the day before. However, when I try to open it, it gets stuck. 

Again.

I sigh in frustration, realizing how awry my mood suddenly went knowing that Tyrone is actually pissed at me right now.

I yank vigorously on my locker, and startle when someone touches my shoulder.

"I had that locker last year. It's a pain in the ass. But you get used to it. Let me try." The voice belongs to a fit looking girl with grey eyes and long, curly, luscious red hair. In just a few seconds, she has my locker open.

"I'm Scarlette, by the way." She holds out her hand for me to shake, and her expression changes somewhat when she sees my face.

I shake her hand hesitantly, wondering why she's talking to me.

"What happened to you?" She questions. 

At first I'm confused, but when I recall the previous day when I left school, I remember that some certain people generously gave me physical souvenirs.

"I got in a little fight. Anyway, I'm Khai." I greet her in return. Scarlette smiles.

"We don't have math together. I don't think so, anyway. I didn't see you in class yesterday. But we have English, Civics, and PE together." She tells me. I nod my head and smile, not knowing what else to say.

"See you later, Khai. You can sit with me at lunch if you want." She offers.

"Sure." I reply. Beats sitting by myself. Cause Tyrone is mad, and he steals my food. Even if it was only one time and it was just one baby carrot.

I head to math class, and because I'm earlier today, I don't have to worry about a full classroom. In fact, I'm the first one there, aside from Miss Porter who is happily reviewing her lesson plan. 

I seat myself in a back corner, and Miss. Porter looks up.

"Excited for math today, Khai?" She questions, a scrutinizing look on her face that dares to me say anything but what she wants to hear. But it's okay.

"Yeah. I could use a distraction." I tell her honestly.

"Me too. That Tyrone guy is on my last nerve. Constantly skipping, not turning in homework, and worst of all... falling asleep throughout my lesson with the excuse of being bored."

Well, there's something we have in common. We both need a distraction from Tyrone.

The classroom slowly starts to fill up, and I'm mortified when I see one of the guys that beat me up yesterday. He approaches me and stands beside my desk.

"Hey punk, move it! This is my seat!" He orders.

"I wouldn't sit there, you'll get the gay disease!" Someone says to him. I don't recognize the guy, and I couldn't care less. 

But seriously, how do they all know? I dress like an average guy would, I don't talk in a feminine way, I'm not wearing any pride pins... I am out, but I never came out to them. Or anyone in this school. Maybe they have an excellent Gaydar. Or maybe they're disguising themselves as homophobic straight guys cause they're insecure. 

And maybe, they stalked me on social media. I guess it's not impossible for them to know.

"Geoffrey, that's detention. You do not discriminate like that. And Noah, Khai was sitting there first. You'll have to find another seat." Miss. Porter defends me. 

Thankfully, because I sure can't do it myself. 

She looks mad, but not as mad as when someone proclaims their disinterest in mathematics.