"Sorry faggot, but I'd rather have Rodney sit with me than you."
I turned my head to see Rodney standing behind me. He had really thick glasses and he wore the same green jacket every day. He smelled horrid, but I was always nice to him.
I clicked my gums, "Alright, you're loss. And it's Xander by the way." I walked to seat twelve with my head held high.
As soon as the bus started rolling, the churning in my stomach got worse. Sure, I acted confident and careless, but it was all just a show.
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Safe Haven
Teen FictionGay and black; I'm obviously going to stand out. I get picked on all the time. People hate me. I needed somewhere secluded to be alone, and I finally found that place. I found something else too.
