New Generation

Blind

By the time lunch came around, I still couldn't shake off what I'd witnessed. I'd never thought someone as...rugged as Eli would be gay. Let alone, be getting sucked off in a school washroom.

I sat down at a lunch table near the front of the cafeteria. I liked knowing that the exit was near, just in case Eli decided to deliver his threat regardless of whether I broke my promise to keep quiet or not.

Alexis came walking in through the door, and seeing her was enough to interrupt my train of thought. I smiled at her as she sat across from me.

"How's the first day back treating ya?" She inquired, taking a sip of whatever she had in her thermos. Tea, I presumed, since it was her favourite thing to drink, especially on nerve-wracking days like today. It was the first day back, and 10th grade is the hardest, they say.

"Alright. A bit overdramatic, but alright," I replied, making her raise an eyebrow, urging me to continue. I sigh, reach over to the thermos she hand her hand wrapped around, and she let me take it out of her grasp. I took a sip—yes, it was tea— and began explaining.

"There's this really angsty guy in my home room. His name's Eli—" I started, but she decided to cut me off.

"Eli? Like, emo Eli?" She asked.

I shrugged, "Probably. Anyway, I saw him come out of a bathroom stall. He wasn't alone," I said gingerly, as if he'd somehow hear me telling my friend his secret.

Alexis gasped dramatically and covered her mouth, but quickly took her hand away to speak. "Who was she?!"

I chuckled, "Yeah, that's the thing. She was Chris Haffson." At this, Alexis' jaw dropped so fast I thought it might unhinge and hit the lunch table.

"He's gay?!" She yelled in disbelief, getting a few people to turn their heads.

"Shh!" I said in a panic, "he said he'd skin me alive if I told anyone!"

She laughed, "But I don't count, right? Best friends don't count."

I shook my head. Then, a thought came to mind, making me knit my eyebrows together.

"What is it?" She asked.

I sighed, "well, nothing. I just thought that they were more...I don't know..out there. Flamboyant. Loud."

She smirked, "they? You mean gay guys?"

I blushed, embarrassed that I was questioning so much. "Ha, yeah."

She opened her mouth again, shocked by some unknown revelation. "What?" I asked, hoping to break the tension that seemed to be building up.

"You're gay!" She exclaimed, whisper-shouting.

My eyes widened, "No—what the fuck? Why would you say that?!" I prayed on all my lucky stars that no one had overheard.

"I knew it!" She stated, clearly satisfied with herself. "You're gay and you're crushing on emo Eli."

"That's ridiculous. You're ridiculous."

She rolled her eyes, "is it really? Am I really? I know you better than anyone else, and I know you've never really had feelings for a girl before. Come on, Ken. We've had sleepovers together. And you were able to resist this!" She said, indicating herself, giggling. She had a point. She was probably one of the most attractive girls at our school. Long, curly brown hair, blue eyes, slim legs, and an hour-glass torso. She was model material, and I've had to shoo away multiple guys that were getting a bit too excited over the sight of her in a tank top with a low-cut neckline and a pair of booty shorts.

I shook my head. "You're crazy. I'm just not attracted to girls. That doesn't necessarily mean I'm attracted to guys! I could be asexual," I said defensively.

She took that opportunity to laugh in my face. "Kenton. You masturbate more than any other living being on the planet. You're not asexual, and I know you have posters of Taylor Lautner from those girly 2010 magazines. You're gay as hell and I've finally caught you!"

My heart sunk. I didn't know she found my Taytay stash...okay, maybe I had a slight attraction towards males. "Ugh," I groaned.

She grinned broadly. "So glad you've come to your senses!"

I rolled my eyes. "This doesn't mean I'm your GBF now does it?"

She smacked my arm from across the table. "Shut up, I'm not like that. I'm gonna go get ready for class, you should come over tonight so we can plan! We can get my boyfriend to help, he really knows how to sweep someone off their feet," she said dreamily, before coming back to reality and before we parted our separate ways, off to class.

There it was, the mention of her obsession—er, boyfriend. I laughed to myself, thinking of how silly it was that she couldn't go a full hour without the mention of him. What a teenage girl.

My thoughts were interrupted for the second time today, but this time with a physical attack. Someone had rammed into me. I looked up, about to apologize, until I saw the cold grey eyes, and the smirk on his face.

Eli had done it on purpose. A sort of way to tell me he's watching me. That he meant what he said. I felt my throat tighten at the way his eyes shot daggers at me, stinging my skin. He scoffed, a beautiful smile playing on his lips, and he walked in the opposite direction, getting further away from me with every insistent squeak of his black running shoes.

Okay, maybe I did have a crush on him. Maybe I did pay too much attention to every detail, especially when it came to him. I couldn't help it, I knew I'd never be attracted to a very feminine dude, —not that there's anything wrong with that, just not my type— but his stern gaze and short, controlling tone got me hooked. I wouldn't mind letting him tell me what to do.

Stop it, I told myself. I shook my head, walking to my class, just wanting to get the day over with.