Last Picked~book one [LGBT] ( Edited)

chapter 2

I woke up the next morning to see that I was running 20 minutes late, so I jumped out of bed and threw on a pair of light blue skinny jeans and my Black Veil Brides band t-shirt. I quickly ran to the bathroom and put on some dark blue eyeliner and some blue eye shadow. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door. I got to the bus stop just in time to see the bus rounding the corner and relief washed over me, knowing that I wouldn't be late to school.

When I got to school, Katie and Tristan were there to greet me. As soon as we walked inside, the onslaught of dirty looks and rude comments started.

"Looks like the fag has returned."

''Why do they hang out with a slutty hoe like her?"

''All fags are gross, immoral, and go to hell!!"

The last comment stopped me in my tracks and I turned to the kid who had said it. "What you just say about fags?!'' I asked angrily.

"Well, if fags were smart, then I wouldn’t have to tell you!'' the kid retorted.

"Say one more word fa-'' I got taped on the back by a teacher

"Don't make threats to anyone!'' she yelled at me

''What?! He was saying that I was dumb because I'm gay!!!!" I screamed back at the teacher.

"I don't care! He could have said all people who wear blue all day and who are gay don't need to live." She lectured me, like I didn't know anything. I left the hallway, not caring if I got in trouble for what I just did, and ran into the girl’s bathroom. I sank to the floor and started crying. I heard someone walk into the bathroom and I quickly wiped the tears off my face and looked up. The new girl, Ashlee, looked down at me and held out her hand to pull me up.

''Leah, what’s wrong?'' she asked, looking worried.

''Some kid said all fags are immoral and go to hell... and when I said something back, the teacher said I was to blame. Now here I am.'' I said and walked over to the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Well your not-'' the bell rang cutting her off. ''Hey, if you want to, we can go out and get to know each other better and just hang out'' she said as she took out a piece of paper and wrote something down. She handed it to me and, with a small wave, left the bathroom. I opened the piece of paper to see her cell number written boldly upon it.