My Innocence (boyxboy) {underage}

Chapter 1

Chase ^

I woke up from my perfect sleep by my favorite song;We Can't Stop by Miley Cyrus. I love the new her and especially her music. I rolled over on my side to look at the clock on my night stand. 7:43. That means about 20 minutes to get ready. Ugh I really don't like school. I quickly jumped out of bed and took the quickest shower in my life. Getting out and rapping a towel around my waist, I picked out a perfect outfit. Like I do every day. I put on my black skinny jeans, a grey baggy sweater with 'KILLIN IT' in black letters, my pink vans and my plain black SnapBack. I wasn't exactly the most liked kid at my school, but I still dressed better then most of the 'cool kids'. Grabbing my black backpack with pointy studs all over it, I locked up the house and left. My mom wasn't usually home in the mornings do to her job and my dad left us after I told them I was gay, but I don't really care any more.

Realizing I was finally at school, I entered threw the front gates and headed inside, hopefully with out any trouble.

But no. The universe hates me.

I was shoved into the lockers, my shoulder hitting exactly were the pad lock is. I winced in pain when someone pulled at my ears, which I had gauges in. I heard laughter followed by hi-fives. I groaned rubbing my, probably, bruised shoulder. 'Just another day in the life of Chase Peters' I thought to myself, again heading towards my locker. As I opened it, a note fell out. I picked it up and opened it. It said; 'Just because you dress all 'cool' doesn't mean you are, fag!' I crumbled up the note and threw it aimlessly in the hall. I took out my first period textbook, made sure to lock my locker, and headed over to my best friend Mikayla. I guess it's pretty typical for a gay guy to have a girl best friend.

"Hey boo! Lookin' cute today" she said slinging her arm over my shoulder. I was pretty short, only at 5'3 and 16 years old. I blame my mom for that though.

"Thanks. Lookin' pretty stylish yourself" she was wearing light gray skinny jeans, cotton candy pink flowy tank top with the words 'PLASTICS' in black letters, and rainbow vans, her bark brown hair in lose curls. If I wasn't gay I'd so date her.

Walking into class, the bell rang and every one started to pile in as Mikayla and I took our seats next to each other in the back. The noise died done as our teacher, Mr. West, walked in. I was trying to not laugh at what he was wearing, like always, he wore a button up shirt with some kind of weird pattern on it, light blue baggy jeans, and his oh-so-famous long hair that went to his shoulders. He was by far our favorite teacher.

"Alright class! I got some news. Some good, some...ehh not so good." He sat on top of his desk and looked at a clipboard on it. He clapped his hands once and began talking again. "First off, the bad news. We will be having a test tomorrow as soon as you walk threw that door so be prepared. Second the good news. We have a new student!" As soon as he said that, I guy came in the class room. I don't wanna say love at first sight but man is he hot! I took in his appearance, he had on a black t-shirt with what looked to be a bloody skull on it, black skinny jeans and black vans, his hair was black and styled in the oh-so sexy quiff, showing his gauges that were way bigger then mine, his eyes were so blue I could notice them being here in the back of the room. All in all, he was very good looking.

"This is Ashton Miller. He is our new student." Ashton. That name really fit him. "Well, Ashton I want you to say one thing you do like and one thing you don't like. It's kind of my way to get new kids to loosen up, ya know?" Ashton nodded and made eye with me, a smirk now plastered on his face.

"One thing I don't like is girls, to high maintenance. One thing I do like is shy, cute boys." With that, he went to a seat that happened to be in front of me. Oh how much of a coincidence this is. Suddenly I was jabbed in the arm. I looked over to see Mikayla looking like she's about to have a heart attack. She passes me a note and I take it. ' he so wants you ' is what the note said. I wrote back a simple ' nope '. I was about to hand back the note when some one else took it. I looked up and saw our teacher, note in hand.

" you know my rule about note passing." He said simply, opening the note. "He so wants you" he turned the note around "Nope" he looked between me and Mikayla and rolled his eyes, crumpling up the note and throwing it away.

I looked up from my lap where my hands were, to see a very amused looking Ashton. ' you're wrong ' he mouthed. I quickly looked back done, letting my shy, innocent self take over. 'Today was going to be a long day' I thought as the bell rang.

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Sorry it's kind of short. I just wanted to finally get it out. Thank you to any one who reads this story or my other one <3 love ya!

-pinky