See Through The Smoke

Chapter 4

Trevor's POV

It was the last class of the day. FINALLY! I've been ready to go home since that whole ordeal with Harry. I just have to survive PE and I'm free. I have bittersweet feelings towards PE. On one hand, I have this period with Lexie, Trina, and Angel, which is awesome. On the other hand, you have to do physical activities. Ugh. I hate running, I hate sweating, and I really hate the ugly uniforms we have to do it in.  Oh, and did I mention that Harry and my ex are in the class that we share this period with? Well, technically he's not my ex because we were never really together. He's in the closet, so we just fooled around behind closed doors. The whole thing was fine with me. We had all the benefits of a relationship without all of that annoying crap like holding hands in public and needing to know what each other is doing throughout the day. But when my mom caught us making out in my room a couple weeks ago, he stopped talking to me. But it's whatever because if he doesn't want to take a ride on the Trevor Train anymore, that's not my problem. His loss.

I walk out of the boys locker room because I'm done changing and immediately walk over to Trina, Lexie, and Angel when I spot them. They all glare at me as I approach and I know I'm going to get told off for leaving lunch without an explanation. "Where the fuck did you go at lunch???", asks Angel.

"Aren't you a Christian? You can't cuss at me like that!", I say.

"Oh please! God will forgive me! And don't change the subject! Where were did you go?", she questions.

"And why didn't you tell us you were leaving? That's something we expect from Lexie. Not you!", Trina adds.

"Oh. Did the little fag hags miss me??? I know that I am the gay glue that holds all your craziness together but dang! Let me do what I want without questioning me sometimes.", I mock.

"Hey! We are not fag hags! We just happen to get along with the opposite sex who likes the same sex.", defends Lexie.

"Yeah. Sure. We all know you guys stalked me in middle school when your little fag hag ring leader Trina said that her gaydar went off when she saw me."

"It's not my fault that I have a really good gaydar! It's not like I asked for it. It's just a natural talent!"

"YEAH!", Angel and Lexie agree.

"Anyways, stop avoiding the subject before I cut you!", Trina warns.

"Oh shutup! You can even cut fruit!... But if you must know, I'm having some problems and I didn't feel in the mood to talk about the different kinds of hair extensions."

"Aw. Dude sorry. Sometimes we get a little bit too girly and forget that you're still a boy who likes boy things. We're still trying to get the preconceived notion of stereotypical gay men out of our head.", Trina says and Angel and Lexie nod in agreement.

"It's all good, homies", I say.

"So, what about these problems?", Angelica asks.

"Are they boy problems?", Lexie questions.

"Did you get some booty and now there's trouble in Gay City?" Trina adds.

"Oh my god Trina.", I snort," How do you use a big word like preconceived and then ask me if I "got some booty" in the same minute?"

"It's another one of the many talents of mine.", she says smugly.

"Can't you just have a regular talent like singing, dancing, or playing sports?", I question.

"No way! That's for boring and sane people!", Trina says.

"Oooooof course it is.", I say sarcastically.