My name is .... (BxB)

Chapter II

Dylan wakes up at 5:30 a.m to make breakfast for his mother, father, and 2 siblings.. His alarm went off on his phone and he closed it. Dylan opened the attic door and walked down the long stairs.
He finally got to the second door and opened it, and closed it. He went down the house stairs and went to the kitchen to gather the ingredients to make his family breakfast.
After he was finished the put them in each place at the table. He fixed his own self a plate and put it on the counter..
Dylan went back upstairs to the bathroom and his daily morning routine. After that he went back to his attic and went to the mirror on the wall above his old wooden dresser. He combed his light brown hair back and put lotion on his fair but soft skin.
After that Dylan put on some worn out jeans, t-shirt, and old shoes.. His family made quite a bit of money.. They just barely or never shared it with him. Even though Dylan was never dressed in the best clothes, he has always overheard visitors saying how he's the most good looking and attractive one out of everyone in his family.. Or the ones he lived with because he never met the others.
His family would go to visit them all over the world but, would leave him behind every time.. His father would always tell him that he's ashamed of him and would never be proud to call him "his son".
Dylan finished with the rest of his morning duties and went to the kitchen to eat his breakfast he had left. While walking down the last steps he heard his family eating.
He walked into the kitchen and seen everyone having a family breakfast, as if the whole family is complete & as if there is not missing one person at all.
"Good morning everyone" Dylan curtsied.
"Did you finish your chores?" His mother questioned
"Yes mother." He responded
"Did you clean my jacket?? Because I'm going up north today" His father Richard asked him, with a mouth half full of food
"Yes father I did" Dylan picked up his plate he left on the counter and went to the dinner table.
He set his plate down across the table from his father.. While he was pulling the chair back, to sit, his sisters voice alarmed him
"Dylan... What do you think you're doing??" She giggled. She was very childish for her age.
"Oh, I'm just thought I could sit down and eat with-"
"Is there a guest staying here we don't know about?" His mother interrupted
"No mother there isn't" Dylan looked his mothers way...
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE TABLE FAGGOT, THAT'S THE POINT!!!!" his father stood up and yelled with his harsh rough voice. Scaring Dylan instantly.
His father picked up his glass cup and threw it at Dylan, and since his father used to be in baseball, he didn't miss. The glass hit him square in the face and the cup cracked on one side.. And when it fell, it shattered completely... Dylan tried blocking the cup but his father threw it way too fast.
Dylan ran away from the kitchen and up to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door, then sat on the ground. He started to cry silently, a couple of low pitched groans left his lips. He cried onto his palms and rested his head lightly on his knees. His tears started to burn his face because of the glass scars and cuts.
He got up and went to the sink and to clean himself up. He had a mark above his left eyebrow and one under his right eye.
He went up to his attic, got his book bag and cell phone & just left for school. He didn't know if anyone was still there, but he knew he was supposed to clean up the dirty dishes. He'd just deal with the consequences later...
He went outside and seen that his brother and sisters cars weren't in the driveway, so he knew they had left. He didn't really care at the same time. While walking on the hour long walk to school, he started to get into deep thought... So deep he started to contemplate suicide. He knew that killing himself wasn't the way to go, but frankly he was just tired of how everyone treated him all because of his sexuality.
He finally reached school. He looked at the clock on the wall of the front office and it read 8:40. Dylan went to the lady at the front desk and got the blue late pass..
He was now 10 minuets late because of the whole incident at home. "Great" he thought to himself. "Now everyone will stare at me, when I get to class!"
"No ones gonna stare at you, fruit." Some random boy said. Dylan hadn't realized he said that out loud. He laughed to hisself.
He knocked on his classroom door and looked inside. Everyone heard & saw him but no one cared enough to open it. Some were laughing and some were looking through the window to him with much disdain.
Finally the teacher heard him and went to the door, all while still teaching to the class. She took his pass and gestured him to his usual seat.
"Sorry for being late Mrs. White" Dylan smiled
"Okay Dylan just take your seat." She went back to teaching and Dylan walked back to his seat at the back of the class.
He always wanted to sit at the front but, when he did in the beginning of the year, people would constantly do petty and childish things, like call him names behind his back and throw paper balls.
He took out his notebook, hoping to catch up a little. While he opened to an empty page there was a knock at the door.
"Hello Jake, why are you late?" Mrs. White asked
"I had car problems.." He clearly lied.
Well since you're late, and everyone is already partnered up, go take a seat next to Dylan in the back.
"Wait, who's Dylan again?" He asked her
"Dylan raise your hand boy!"
He raised his hand.
While he was walking to Dylan, most of the girls in the class room were greeting him like he was a sexy Greek god or something. And the guys were all saying hey... Or wussup.
Dylan was writing his name on his paper and he heard the chair next to him screech on the school tiles.
He looked up from his notebook and at Jake. When he looked at Jake, Jake looked down at him. They stared into each other's eyes for 5 whole seconds until Jake spoke.
"Can I help you, dude?" Jake asked curiously and a bit uncomfortable. Dylan almost drowned in Jakes blue eyes.
"Oh no, I'm sorry" he looked down back at his notebook. Jake sat down.
~~~Dylan P.O.V~~
Oh god was I staring?? Ugh. I tightened the grip on my pencil. It's already bad enough they treat me like I'm the alien of this damn high school...
Mrs. White was still talking but I was just drowning her out. I don't know what was wrong with me today.. Maybe it's the fact that I got glass thrown at my face and also the fact that this cute guy is sitting so close to me. I smiled to myself. I have never had a hot guy, let alone A GUY this close to me. Guys usually treated me like I had the T-virus. I got startled out of my thoughts as I felt a light tap on my right shoulder.
"Yes??" I looked at Jake
"Are you ready for this project?" He questioned me with a raised eyebrow
"Umm sure, what is it about again?" I asked while sighing.
The bell rang.
"Catch up with you tomorrow dude, pay more attention next time instead of thinking about dick." Jake walked away.
Those words stung like a thousand bees. Wow.
I picked my stuff up and went to my locker.
~~Jake P.O.V~~
What was wrong with him? And why was he staring at me? Can't say I wasn't staring back. I just didn't want him to start to think anything. I have never "liked" another dude before.. I don't think I LIKE him, but he's actually a cute guy. A very cute one. It's weird because, how come I've never seen him before?
My phone buzzed and I looked to see a text from Tiffany, my girlfriend... Wow. How ironic.
iMessage convo
Tiff 😍😍😍
Hey babe
Me:sup, Did you finish printing out my flyers for my party?
Tiff😍😍😍
Yeah! I slipped some in your locker, tell me if you like it
Me: alright thanks.

~ I walked to my locker and opened it. I picked up the flyers. Okay I have other, more important, things to think about than some stupid little gay dude. I'm having a masquerade party! (Tiffanies idea) and I should be thinking about THAT instead.
Convo:
Me: thanks babe they're nice
Tiff😍😍😍
Okay jakey see you later. 😉
-- convo over.
I just left her on read. The bell rang and I put the flyers back in the locker. On my way to class the only thing I can think about is, what's his face.. I already forgot his name. But damn, there's just something about him.. I have never felt this way about someone before, not even Tiffany. Especially a GUY I just met... Maybe I'll invite him to the party?
My friends and peers might not like it but it's my party not theirs. Let's see what happens, hopefully he'll go.