Cosplay and Conventions [BoyxBoy] DISCONTINUED

Cosplay and Conventions 1

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                                                   *Dayna’s POV*

I was watching from the open window of my homeroom class when Luke, one of the cute guys in my year came strolling towards the tree just outside and from what I could see, he was waiting for someone. Now, although I had a thing for Seth because he was just gorgeous and I could happily smother him in chocolate and lick it off, Luke was just as popular, if not more so. And from what I’d heard, his little bimbo cheerleader girlfriend had dumped him on Saturday which meant he was hot, and single. I was about to go down there and have a little getting-to-know-you conversation when suddenly, the person he was waiting for arrived.

It was Oliver, the stupid little bisexual guy whose homeroom was next door to mine. Why was Luke waiting for him? Ugh, they were chatting now so I would have to wait until later to go and speak to Luke and corrupt him to the dark side. Well, not really, just get him to make me his girl. Still, it would be a corruption because I would be the opposite of what he’s used to. There is no other girl like me, I’m one of a kind and wanted by a lot of guys. Unfortunately for them, I have high standards and not many make the cut. Looking down at my nails the paint’s starting to chip, whoopsie I better fix that. I only ever wear seductive colours on my nails, no yellow or green or anything like that because for one, it could stain and two, I’m not a retard.

Today I’ve opted for scarlet red, a deep bloody colour that matched my lipstick. In this school the teachers are pretty lame but they at least don’t have any messed up makeup policies, you’re allowed to wear as much as you want as long as you don’t sit there applying it in class. I wasn’t in class now; it was first break so now was the perfect opportunity. Once I was satisfied with my makeup I turned to leave the classroom, only to bump into the new guy who’d started today. He was unfortunately in my homeroom, a fag. He was dressed in a Japanese cartoon print hoodie, I think the cartoon was called Nana; he wore it with proper skin tight red jeans and sneakers. The jeans rivalled my lipstick, that’s how red they were.

        I felt nauseous around gays, I didn’t really think of them as humans. Only because I’d had bad experiences with them before. In middle school, I was the ‘it girl’, nothing’s changed since then ‘cause I’m totally still the it girl now. But back then the most popular guy in school’s name was Eric, he was dating me and he was smoking hot. Too bad for me that he ended up being gay. We were in the middle of fooling around when he sat up and said. “This is disgusting.” When I’d asked him why he found it disgusting he said. “Because you’re a girl, I’d much rather be doing this with your brother.” Now my older brother’s eighteen and his name’s Cole, he’s quite a catch with the ladies but is also gay, I found that out when the next day I came home from school to find that Eric really was doing it with my brother.

It was horrific and portrayed me as such a fool when I got to school the next day and Cole and Eric were holding hands and being a proper couple. It had traumatised me. I feel sorry for the gay guys who have to feel my wrath and embrace the anger forced upon me by my stupid brother and that idiot fag Eric. They’re still together you know, they both think they’re made for each other and are planning to get married as soon as Eric’s old enough. He goes to school here but Cole’s at college now.  Good riddance to him and I swear gays can’t get married. They have to be in a ‘civil partnership’ or at least that’s what I was told.

“Watch yourself, and that makeup’s way too overstatement for school.” Reuben, the new boy hissed. Excuse me? Did he have a problem because I could quite happily get into a fight with him now and slap the shit out of him, not that he could retaliate since I’m a girl. “You would know, being the fag that you are I bet you’ve got plenty of makeup techniques you could teach me.” I muttered a reply and watched as Reuben seethed with anger and frustration at not being able to hit me. I brushed past him and waggled my bum as I walked out of the room, my skirt accidentally shifting a little and showing off a nice portion of my ass cheek.