Don't Do This To Me!!

The Begining (What An Origional Title NOT!)

Sexy, isn't he? XD Enjoy the story! Btw credit to the original owners of any pictures used in this story!! None of them are mine!!

"Dude! Holy shit!" I woke up by the sound of my best friend, Jackson, screaming in my ear and throwing a pillow in my face. My other friend, Dakota, was still passed out on the floor in the corner of the room, my room to be exact.
"Huh, wha? What is it..?" I sighed and groggily slurred my words. I wasn't a morning person and just waking me up could sometimes end up your death wish. But that wasn't the situation with my best friends, hell I admit I love the two of them both.
In fact, I love them so much, it's unnatural. I'm gay, secretly gay. I've been this way for a very long time now, since I was just getting into 6th grade when I realized how unattractive I found females, and how I came to start sexually picturing boys in my class. Yep, I was some fucked up kid. Hit puberty way too early.
"Dude, Dakota is still out cold in the corner of your floor and his mom has been spamming his phone crazy with texts and calls, we should probably get him home." Again, I sighed. Dakota had one of those families where the father always left home saying he had "work" to do, and his mother was extremely overly protective over her son. Dakota literally snuck out with us last night because he couldn't even bring up the idea of partying with his mother.
"Jeez fine! I'm getting up." I slowly pushed myself up and leaned my legs to the side of my bed. I honestly didn't want to get up, but Dakota was a big guy and I knew Jackson couldn't get him up by himself. Dakota was big, but not in a fat way. The boy was all muscle from playing nothing but sports and being a huge jock. He and Jackson both were, but I didn't exactly fit into that status. I'm simply just a regular guy in everyone's eyes which, I'll admit, was so pleasant because the last thing I wanted was a teacher calling me to the front of the class.
I got up out of the bed and we both moved up to the idiot on my floor. Jackson lifted him up by the shoulders so I got left having to hold his lower half being his legs and well, bottom half.. You know what I mean.
"Oh my god Dakota, freaking loose some weight!!" Jackson blurted out even though knowing that Dakota wouldn't hear it. We managed to get him into Jackson's shitty old truck and we began driving him home. As Jackson drove, I had to try to calm down Mrs. Armand, Dakota's mom, on the phone.
Right when we pulled into his driveway, it was as if Dakota knew where he was because he literally jumped up from the backseat and was now practically all up in our faces.
"Oh no, I didn't wake up again did I?" Jackson and I both shook our heads no as response to Dakota. We watched as his mom stormed out the house with an angry and concerned look on her face. When he finally got out, first thing she did was whack him across the back of the head a few times with a newspaper, scolded him swearing here and there, started to look relieved, and then hugged him. This cycle was something Jackson and I were used to witnessing since we have been friends since elementary.
Jackson was laughing his ass off, I just smiled and looked to Dakota and gave him a thumbs up. He secretly returned the gesture behind his moms back as she was still hugging onto him.
"Alright man, I guess we'll be seeing you around later. See you at school later." Jackson and I had pulled out of Dakotas driveway and we were headed back to my place.
I think I forgot to mention that it was currently 4:30am and none of us were at all in condition to go to school without a shower and a little bit of freshening up.
I got dropped off and immediately I went up to my room to grab my outfit. I went to a private school with my friends, I was the one average person in a pile of rich people. I stuck out like a sore thumb and to make things worse, gay people like me at that school, get completely tortured by the jocks. I always try to avoid getting involved when I'm hanging out with Jackson, he's extremely against homosexuality. More than once I have had to experience seeing my friend beat up someone just for the way they were. I wanted to stop him, but I knew that if I tried, he'd question me, and I didn't want to let him or anyone else find out yet.
"I need to be careful with what I say and do." I grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom. About 10 minutes later I was out of the shower and had started to get ready. I brushed my hair down and slipped on my favorite band shirt, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, some black skater jeans, and a pair of converse. Yeah, I totally rocked the hipster and emo look pretty well, another reason I stuck out so much.
I decided to crash in bed until my alarm would go off for school. I was honestly a little nervous about it, something inside of me was telling me that this day wasn't going to be very good. I didn't want to think about it, so I rolled over in bed and went back to sleep.

Taking it slow~ I tend to write way too fast, so I'm going slow here. If you see errors please kindly point them to me. And I will see you in the next chapter. Bye bye!!