Greth- A love story

Chapter One: Greyson

My name is Greyson Talsan. I'm tall, I'm gay, and a theatre nerd. I'm also a total badass. I mean seriously, I come to school in my five-inch chunky heeled shoes, huge cardigans, and ripped skinny jeans every day. Also because I'm gay, I hang out with this bunch of girls. We almost never talk about me being gay, but it's one of the only places I feel accepted. Around them, I'm not afraid to be who I am. The only problem with that group is one guy they have taken under their wing. His name is Seth. Long haired, tan skinned, brown eyed IDOT. He's too embarrassed to take off that dumb pineapple snapback hat. We fight over the smallest things! I never know why it goes back so far that I can't even remember. We fight over who was sitting next to who, who stole the other's pencil or a seat at lunch. He is most of my troubles. But this girl, Nikki begs us to stop. She has tan skin and long brown hair with brown eyes. I promise her that I will, but neither one of us believe it. I walk into the school with a prance that would make any diva quit their job. It's halfway through the year, and about one-billion degrees in this damned state of Virginia. Despite the weather, I am still in my trademark ripped jeans and cardigan. One of the girls from my group runs up to me. It's Penelope! I do have to say, out of the group she is the nerdiest girl, but she will find a way.

"Hi, Greyson!" She said. I return the greeting and pull out my phone. I open snapchat and put both of our faces in the frame. I select the filter that makes us look like dogs. She smiles like the nerd that she is, and then I here another voice.

"Penelope! Greyson!" It's Nikki. She puts her arms over our shoulders.

"Wassup?" she asks sounding truly interested. I start to address them.

"I am so freaking mad right now. I tried out for this one play, and the producers said that I did really good and that they would totally choose me...if I were of age! I mean seriously, who lets you audition for a play, knowing that they weren't going to let you be in the play? When I got the email, I literally typed a three-page email in response explaining why I should get the part, and they told me that I had to be at least 15 for the part. I mean, if they didn't let me audition, I would've been fine with that, I could've taken it, but nooo! They just had to let me audition. I-" They slap their hands over my mouth to keep me from saying the senile thing I was about to. The principal walks past us, and then turns around.

"Ah. Greyson. Just the guy I was looking for." He pauses before he says, the word guy. This makes me want to scream.

"What do you need?" I say way too sassy. He frowns. Penelope and Nikki dash away. He leads me into his office and motions for me to sit down.

"You clothes are inappropriate. You can not wear camisoles to school!" he says rather curtly.

"What the hell?" I say under my breath. I start to protest.

"Everyone where's camisoles. Did you see half the girls this morning?" He tugs at his collar.

"Yours is different, Greyson. You are constantly wearing these types of things. As I've noticed, you've been dress coded before, yes?"

"Well...I mean yes, but I don't see what's wrong with my clothes. I mean, I'm not a girl, so nothing is going to show or anything like that," I reply flipping my flop of dark brown hair. He sighs.

"Look, I just don't think that you should wear those things. Now, get to class I'll write you a pass." He gets up and walks around his desk and fills out a pink slip before handing it to me. "Have a nice day," he says with a syrupy smile.

"Trust me, I won't if I have to see your face again," I mumble under my breath as I swipe the slip out of his hand and stalk away, my heels clicking against the tile floor. I get to my class and hand the note to my teacher (Mr. Baker) before sitting next to Penelope and Samantha, another girl in our group of friends. Penelope was dozing off while Sam was casually drawing cool designs on her hand and arm. She gives me a quizzical look and I returned it with an I'll tell you later look. She nods and goes back to drawing.