*Quinn’s POV*
I’m coming out. I don’t know when, or to who, but I do know why. Riley’s changed the school in some pretty large ways. First of all, it’s a day after he came out in his very.. Theatrical? Way. This Thursday is like no other gay kids have seen at this school.
There’s bullying of course-things don’t change over night. But Charlie and Riley have been caught making out publically at least twice, and the hecalling is all they’ve had to face. No one’s laid a threatening finger on them. I don’t think that’s every happened before.
And if you’ve seen Oliver-who I lie to consider a good accauntince or distant friend-you know that he’s celebrating. Why? He came to school wearing a purple track suit, a handful of purple flowers twined into his hair. His skipping is also getting worse.
The bell rings, signalling lunch. I sigh now, because though I once again have a spot, a lunch table full of friendly faces, I won’t be enjoying this lunch with Tyson. He hasn’t changed and is still so in the closet that he’s probably finding Christmas presents. It’s hard to love someone so stubborn.
If I could just delete my love for him, I would. But love is like sexuality-just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean you can change it. I’ll probably love Tyson to the day I die-that doesn’t mean I’m not trying to let go. A few other boys have even caught my eye’s in the hallway.
Not a huge step. Really cute boys could always get my attention.
I’m about to enter the cafeteria when I see Riley with Chalrie, laughing and smiling, Riley’s arm draped possessively over the smallers shoulder. When Riley detaches his eye’s from Charlie’s beaming face-which doesn’t happen often-he looks up and see’s me. He pales and says something to Charlie.
The way Charlie looms at me makes me want to laugh a little. He assesses me as if I’m some potential threat before hesitantly leaving Riley to enter the cafeteria. Riley smiles at me awkwardly and I smile back, a small nervous smile. He saunters over to me. “Hey”
“Hey” here comes another of our awkward conversations.
“I just wanted to say.. Sorry” Riley says, not meeting my eyes well shuffling his feet.
I stare at him, a pit of fear forming in my stomach “Sorry?”
“Yeah..you’ll understand later. Just know that-I have nothing against you. And I’m sorry”
My heart flops like a fish out of water “Riley-”
“No” he cuts me off “This was a tough descision and I don’t want to talk. I’ll see you later”
The moments it took him to disappear were some of the most strainful of my life. When he was completely out of site I took off at a run. I knew Tyson had gone home to do some project today-I just hoped I wasn’t to late. I pushed myself into a sprint. I arrived hoem faster then I ever had in my life.
“TYSON!” I scream, like I’m in a horror movie “TYSON!!”
“Quinn?” a voice replies, I run in that direction.
“TYSON!!!!!!!” I’m flipping out a little. “TYS-…”
I stumble into the living room, where Tyson is getting up from the computer, spinning around to look at me with a confused face. He was okay. Perfectly okay. Not a scratch on him. Relief so large it almost knocked me over flooded my body. I threw myself at him.
“Quinn?” he asks again, puzzled. I bury myself in his arms, his chest, breathing in the intoxicating scent. He was okay. I didn’t know what Riley had been talking about, and now I didn’t care. Tyson was okay. I started sobbing against him “Quinn?!” he asked, startled.
