Dangerous (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1

Daniel POV

"Wake the fuck up!" I heard my door get pounded followed by the sound of my mother thundering away.

The cold air blew through my window making me snuggle further into my sheets. That was my favorite feeling— the thick security of a warm blanket surrounded by cool air. I was just starting to doze off again when I heard her loud footsteps leading back to my room. I snapped my eyes open and angrily tossed my blanket aside, getting out of bed. Can't she give me one more minute?

The door flung open and her sunken eyes spotted me rummaging through my closet. Seeing that I was out of bed, she left, and I grabbed my clothes taking them to the shower. I turned the water so it was cold, needing something to wake me up. My muscles tensed when I stepped in and I felt my head go numb before I got used to the cold.

This was my favorite part of the day that didn't involve sleep. I was alone, with just my thoughts. Even if they got dark, at least nobody could get me in here.

I got out in less than five minutes, then pulled on my dark clothes, starting my walk to school. The streets weren't alive yet, so it was relatively safe.

First class was History, with Mr. Carter. I pulled on my hoodie trying not to be noticed, walking towards the classroom.

"Hey! Faggot!"

I walked quicker.

"Hey—!"

When my dad was alive, I felt comfortable to come out to my parents at age eleven. My mom wasn't tolerant at first. She said I was too young to know, that blue states like California and Oregon were brainwashing people into thinking being gay was cool. My dad eventually talked her into accepting me. I had a feeling he'd always known— maybe even before I did. Still, the looks of disappointment I saw every time my mother looked at me would never go away. It was likely that she complained to other parents about my "condition" early on, because soon most of my friends and classmates knew. The only one who stayed with me was Sean. I had been bullied before for being smaller than the other kids, but after that everyone knew I was gay, it became worse. Sean was stronger than most of the bullies and their leader Mason Williams, so by the end of middle school they learned to stay away from us.

But then Sean left.

His dad got a killer job in Los Angeles, and his family moved there right before freshman year.

I had hoped that Mason and his posse would have forgotten about me in high school, which worked out okay during freshman year. Before the year ended— I'd almost made a few friends. They seemed to remember at the start of this year. As soon as Mason started paying more attention to me, the friends I thought I was making started acting like I didn't exist. I couldn't blame them— there were whispers around the school about Mason that he was friends with the gang members around town. Around this time I would start to get anxiety attacks. Early in the year, Mason and his friends would just do small things, like shove the books out of my arms, or spray paint my locker, as if they were testing how far they could go without upsetting the teachers. But the teachers didn't seem to exist outside of the classroom, which Mason soon learned.

"I'm talking to you fag." Mason spat in my face. Jay and Tyler, his brainless sidekicks, laughed behind him. I didn't say anything and closed my eyes, trying to calm down.

Then Mason slapped me. Hard. My cheek burned and I started to back up towards the classroom away from him, but Jay stuck his foot out and tripped me. My head hit the floor painfully, and I felt an ache spread throughout my skull.

"Fuck." I whispered to myself, trying to cover my head. Tyler grabbed my arms and tore them away then Mason hit me again.

"We're not done with you, fag." Mason spit and they walked away to class.