Loving Them I ✅

chapter one

The Twins

Clearview High. A place for jocks, cheerleaders, potheads, and the towns faggot. I knew my orientation, yes I was gay. In no way shape or form did I condone such vulgar names but they were right.

My parents knew, the teachers and administration at school, fuck the whole goddamn town knew. I wasn't going to deny it, if anything I was proud of it. However, I never paraded around taking about it. Actually I couldn't stand gays like that. Using there sexuality as an excuse to be bitchy. 

In this school or town even everyone knew I wasn't the only gay one. Certainly other people have came out but it was the fact that I was proud and not hiding, shying away from the fact that I liked dick. I got around too, a few of every clique had made advances towards me. So really I was not all alone in my complicated life of homosexuality.

I walked into first period and ignored the disapproving looks and sneers, sat down in my seat and listened along to the lecture.

Class had ended soon and I headed to the lecture hall. Being advanced I had been able to opt out of a few classes meaning my 17 year old self didn't need to take any encores except gym. The only down-side to this was that I had a couple people that didn't like me very much. Bullies even. Most days they would taunt me but it had only gotten physical a couple times when I had decided I wasn't gonna take there shit anymore.

Funnily enough I had fucked there so called leader. First person I had ever fucked in fact. Brandon, a football jock that got a real kick from seeing people hurt. A sadist if you will, I was a bit of a masochist myself but he was out of control. He would fuck people up and have a glint in his eye like he would remember it later and give himself some pleasure later.

His sidekicks, if you will, were twins named Nick and Mannix they were wierdos for the sole fact that they hung out with Brandon but at heart I think they were genuine people. 

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After school had ended I went back to my empty house. Yes, my house. My parents were rich brats that had a drunken mistake, me. In there successful attempt to get rid of me they bought me a house gave me a limitless credit card and went back to Italy, our home country.

It wasn't all bad, abandonment issues got to me every once in a while. Other than that though there was minimal problems with it. I could throw parties any time I wanted, hook up with who I wanted, and basically everything else under the sun in the comforts of my own home. 

I cleaned up the large house and ordered some food from GrubHub and put on some Modern Family re-runs. Soon I turned off the dim lamp that pooled light into my room and let sleep engulf me.