Outlaws Of Love (Adommy Love Story)

One

*Tommy's POV*

High school.

I hate school.

Can you blame me? All that ever happens is that I get harassed by some meat-heads and fail all my classes and try to live with no friends. No one wants to hang out with the fag. Sometimes I wish that it'll all just end. End this pain that I feel every day.

-Monday at school-

Great, back again. At least it's the second semester and I have some different classes, so maybe I'll meet someone for a friend. As usual, I am sitting in homeroom, alone in the back corner. Next I have science, then drama (instead of study hall like last semester), then gym, fourth I have world history, lunch, sixth is reading and English, then study hall now, and lastly art, which is also new. Not exactly exciting, but it's better than last time. Surely not all the guys in drama are straight, right? I can only hope, but I doubt it.

So now I'm in science, and as soon as I walk in, some jerk Collin says something to me. "Hey, you steal that make-up from your mom?" he said and his buddies all laughed with him.

Yeah, real original. I just rolled my eyes and took my seat in the back of the class. And no, my make-up is mine. I wouldn't risk getting acne with sharing it. I take as much pride as I can with the way I look, putting on my eyeliner and lip-gloss carefully, and perfecting my blonde fringe. The way I look is the only thing I can be happy about anymore, so I try.

Walking to drama today was no better than science. "His jeans are tighter than mine!" this girl Alysha yelled at me.

She is the biggest bitch of them all. Plus, she has this crew that hangs around her like a bunch of lost puppies. I really hate her, but I do my best to ignore them. So when I got to the auditorium, I was pleasantly surprised with what I saw. Lights, props, curtains, cast members. And no one judged me when I walked back stage. Finally! I went up to the director, Miss Mook. Her gray hair was splattered with a light purple in her bangs.

She wore a warm smile. "Welcome! What is your name, newcomer?" she asked me.

"Uh, it's Tommy," I said.

"Well Tommy, I hope you have a good time at theater and meet some new people!" She said with a warm smile.

Yeah, so do I. I thought as I gave her a small smile.

"Why don't you set up for the next play with Mr. Lambert over there?" She gestured to the group of students who were painting various sets.

Lambert? Hmm, I've never heard of anybody with the last name Lambert before. I'm not so confident though. But I walked over to him anyways. His back was facing me and he was kneeling down, painting on some cardboard. His black hair was straight, in the light it looked like it had blue streaks in it.

I reluctantly said "Hey."

He jumped slightly, the paintbrush falling from his hand, landing in the bucket of paint. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder. He stood up and faced me. Oh...my...God... he, was gorgeous. Raven black hair with a blue tint, black skinny jeans, dark tight shirt, eyeliner and pink, full lips turned up into a smile as they looked me over.

I felt my whole face was red, feeling self- conscious, but I couldn't help but stare.

"Hey, I'm Adam," he smoothly said.

"M-my name is Tommy," I stuttered. He smirked.

I practically melted, "Tommy, eh? Well Tommy, nice to meet you."

School just got a whole lot better