Lost Boy

Bullying

I wake up to the sound of a deep voice in my room. I sit up as fast as I can. "Dad! You're back!" I say running up to him and he hugs me. "Let's go eat." He says grabbing my wrist. I flinch in pain. "Agghh!" I yell, he lets go quicly, and I drop to the floor. "Rider, are you okay?" He asks. "I'm fine thanks dad." I say running downstairs, eating, getting dressed, then I pack for school, then I leave. I'm walking to school and I watch my wrist as the blood soaks into my sweatshirt. I walk into the school and find my best friend, Jake. He's always there for me. "Jake, In need your help!" I whine holding out my arm. Luckily, he has gauze and wraps it around my wrist. "Thank you so much!" I say and we hug. Yes, hug. As, we're hugging the jocks laugh and push us up against the lockers. "Look, it's the little gay boys!" They joke. They always torture us because me and Jake made out during lunch last week. It's not weird, it actually was amazing. No, we're not gay, we're bisexual. My parents don't know yet, and I don't want to tell them. I'm afraid of what they'll do to me. When school ends, Jake asks if he can come over. We're walking to my house, then Jake stops walking. He turns to me. "Rider, will you....Be my boyfriend?" He asks. "Yes...Yes I will." I say. We kiss until we hear the football players yelling at us to be gay somewhere else. We get to my house and nobody's home. "This is perfect!" Jake says excitedly. He looks at me and winks. He grabs my hand and leads me up to my room. He starts kissing me and somehow we end up on my bed(pic above). He's tugging at my belt, trying to pull it off, when the door opens and Ashley is standing there, wide-eyed.