The New Boy

love is love. As long as its heterosexual love.

PSA BEFORE YOU READ THIS!!

um this was one of the first books i've ever written that's why ya know it's awful. But like it honestly gets better over time, because I just improved y'know practice makes perfect or whatever. I really hope you enjoy :)

{Mason's POV}

"GRACE IM GOING TO MURDER YOU IF YOU SNEAK INTO THIS BATHROOM ONE MORE TIME"

"Beth you take 6 days to get ready!!" Grace yelled from the hallway directly outside of my bedroom door.

why don't we fucking move somewhere with more then one bathroom

I thought to myself. I grabbed a pillow and put it over my face.

Why me? Why do I have to live with all girls?? No scratch that why do I have to live with all high school girls. When they were smaller, it was fine but since they entered high school it's like someone casted a spell on them to be bitches.

I dragged myself out of my bed and walked to my dresser. I pulled out some boxers, a pair of black skinny jeans, and a plain light blue t-shirt and laid them on my bed. I grabbed a few other shirts to compare which ones I liked best, I held them against my chest while looking in the mirror.

"Ehh let's go with the blue one" I said aloud. I put on my outfit, brushed out my hair. I had that classic-every-boy style: short on the sides long on top. I thought it suited me, but it suits nearly everyone so who am I kidding.

I walked outside my room and into the hallway where WW3 was going down between my sisters. They all look fine without spending two hours in front of a mirror but;  it makes them happy.

I squeezed by them and hopped downstairs to the kitchen where my mom was up cooking breakfast. She was a pretty typical Georgia mom, but I loved her none the less. She had fairly short blonde hair, green eyes, and pale skin. She liked to wear bright pretty modest clothes, and she had a massive collection of sandals.

"Hi sweetie!" She said while flipping pancakes, I took a seat at our island table in the middle of our kitchen

"Hey mom, how's your morning?"I asked while nibbling on some sliced up fruit.

"Pretty good, it would be better if those gosh darn girls would try not to kill one another"

I laughed a little "completely agree, I'm on your side."

Maybe it's because I'm the youngest kid or because I'm her "little baby boy" as she likes to say. frequently. in front of my friends. But me and my mom get along so well, she's honestly one of my best friends.But don't get me wrong she's fucking horrifying when she's mad, god you don't want to be on her bad side.

My second oldest sister, Hope, pranced downstairs. Guess she managed to find her way into the bathroom. She was very beautiful, all my sisters were and I'm not just saying that because I'm family. But Hope was the type of girl who is beautiful inside and out.

Hope came and sat next to me. She had her makeup done nicely, like always. My mom would never let the girls "cake on makeup" but some eyeshadow and blush was okay.

"Mommy" Hope said with that grin she had when she was about to get someone in trouble
"You're going to have a heart attack when you see what Bethany is wearing"

she laughed, so did I.

My mom whipped around, facing us.

"What is that supposed to mean?? What is that girl wearing? My god not one day can pass in this house without someone not listening to me- Bethany get down here!" I could tell my mom was pissed. My moms pretty strict about how we talk, the clothes we wear, the music we listen to, the friends we have.

Bethany came downstairs in tight, ripped, bleach washed jeans, a pink tank top that showed off her stomach and boobs and a thin white open sweater over top.
Pretty sure my mom had a stroke when she saw Beth.

"BETHANY NICOLE ARBURN WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOUN WEARING" my mom screamed so loud I bet the neighbours could hear.

"M-mom stop come on I'm in grade 12!"

"YOUR GRADE DOESNT CHANGE THE FACT A WHORE WOULD WEAR THIS, GO CHANGE" My mom replied furiously

"Mom! Please! All the other girls wear things like this!" Bethany pleated

My mom just rolled her eyes
"I guess all the other girls are going to hell then! Do you want to go with them!? Go change! and don't think about sneaking those clothes to school, take them off, and bring them back here do you understand me?"

Bethany looked so angry
"Yes ma'am..." she said holding back what looked like tears, lord she was so extra. She ran upstairs and slammed her door.

My mom mumbled something about "not raising a whore" and "I'm so sorry Jesus" while finishing breakfast.
While Grace, Hope, Lily and I ate breakfast Bethany came downstairs wearing something more appropriate, holding her last outfit, and placed the pink tank top and jeans on the kitchen counter and joined us.

My mom came after about 15 minutes dressed for work, she poured herself some coffee and sat down as well
"Kids before we all go we have to pray" she informed us

I didn't really mind praying or church to be honest, it is what it is.
We all bowed our heads down while my mom lead the prayer. She went on about stressful stuff at work, asked god to bless Hope's swim practice, asked god to guide us all at high school because there was so many "bad influences" and so on.

Towards the end of the prayer she said something that made my stomach twist.
"and god before I end this prayer id like to say how scared I am for America right now. After Obama let the homosexuals get married legally- it's just a very scary and worrying time. I pray you damm every fag who gets married in sin. I'm sorry the free country has gotten like this, god. Amen."

"Amen.." I mumbled. I couldn't stand her talking that way. I'm 99% sure I'm the only gay boy in this town; most families are exactly like mine. Religious, conservative, and homophobic.

I got up, cleaned off my plate, and grabbed my backpack. I said bye to my family and started walking to my high school.

The girls and I  go to the same high school but I never wanna be seen with them. No offence but just talking about One Direction, makeup, and who's dating who really didn't interest me.

I arrived at school; let's be real I'm not the "popular kid" no one hoped to have lunch with me, no one dreamed about dating me, and no one went out of their way to talk to me. But I had a good group of friends, most of the school knew me however because of my sisters.

I was decent in school, the days usually pass by fairly fast and before I knew it I was in my last period, Mr. Smiths math class. Mr. Smith might be my favourite teacher, he was a man probably in his early 40's. he had two boys and a wife. He told jokes and explained all the work very throughly.

I was sitting in the middle of the class talking notes about this units upcoming test when there was a knock and Mr. Smith stopped writing on the bored. Then in walked our school principal, Mr. R he was pretty nice as well. I assumed he was here to talk about either vandalization in the boys bathroom, making sure we bought a year book.

Behind him walked a fairly tall, thin boy with hair like mine except curly. He had the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen.

Jeez this kids cute

I thought but then stopped the thought right away.

You're straight. Stop. Girls remember.

"Class" Mr. R spoke "this is a new student, he moved here from Australia, isnt that cool?"

The boy stood there and slightly blushed.

Mr. Smith smiled at the new boy and said "hi, what's your name?"

The boy smiled slightly

"My names Troye Sivan, sir."