Troglodytic (Yaoi BoyXBoy)

Part 4: Hope「Yuki」

Part 4: Hope

Being the new kid wasn't my idea of fun. I knew it would be a tough semester transferring in the middle of high school.

"Look at that guy. I think he's gay." One girl whispered to her click of friends.

I avoided looking at them as I went to my assigned locker. I hated any school I entered. I always had a hard time, and everyone always threw out the gay jokes at me which has gotten pretty annoying.

I unlocked my locker, and quickly grabbed my science textbook, and rushed to my designated room. As I walked by countless students, their eyes would wander on me. I didn't get why everyone stared at me. Was it because of how skinny I was? Was it because I looked a bit girly? Did they just hate me for no reason like my parents?

I rushed into room 243, and grabbed a seat all the way in the front corner. I knew if I had sat in the back, the rebellious students would have given me a hard time. I was a pretty angry person, but I never would have the guts to stand up for myself. I guess that was why I was such an easy target for others to pick on.

"Hey are you new?" A girl with dark brown hair, and glasses asked me. She looked really nerdy because of her braces. They were practically making her mouth look swollen.

"Yeah."

"Boy this teacher is really awkward. He mumbles a lot. You are actually pretty fortunate to be sitting in the front."

"Oh I see." I admit I was socially awkward. I didn't know how to make friends. I didn't have any in my previous school. I hated my life. Nothing ever went right.

As a child, I was often abused when I didn't get good grades or when I would drop, and break things. My mom, and dad constantly beat me just because they wanted me to act like a man. I even tried going to the gym, but I was too weak. I was practically a useless son as they called me.

One day I finally took up a small part time job at this local retail store. I was the stock person. Luckily for me, I hardly had to interact with customers, and only resided in the backroom stocking. The pay was decent enough that I saved up to live on my own. It felt like freedom living by myself. I didn't tell my parents where I moved to, in fear they will come here, and drag me back. They were furious when I left, but I did it anyway. I was tired of the abuse.

Unfortunately for me, when I had moved, I moved to the opposite side of where I used to live. I couldn't keep my job so now I am jobless. Luckily I saved up a couple thousand dollars to live on. I tried to block out buying stupid things such as books. I used to spend all my earnings on books. I love reading with a passion. I love reading philosophy, and astronomy. Sadly I didn't have the funding to be able to continue my hobby of reading. I hadn't gotten a haircut in years, so may bangs have grown longer which apparently makes me look gay. I barely even bought clothes or food. Once a week I would give myself a budget of $20.00 to spend on food. I didn't eat much, and now I look anorexic. I tried to wear baggy clothes to cover my frail body, but that proved to be a fail.

I didn't talk much. I was always anti-social, and never had friends. Some kids would talk to me occasionally to ask me for favors, and that was about it. Relationships were out of the question for me. I've never had a girl confess to me nor did I ever liked a girl. In my mind I just kept that passing thought that I won't be able to be loved in the end because I am such a freak to society. What is the point in crushing on someone when you know you can not stand a chance?

The teacher walks in, and I looked up at him. He looked like a scientist. His dark hair was sleeked back, and his glasses were the heavy lenses that made his eyes look rather large through the lens. He had on his lab coat, and he looks over at me. He signals me to come over, and I did.