You Were Mine From The Start (boyxboy)

Phase Two

I spent the rest of the school day showing Alex around the school. We went to the cafeteria, the auditorium, and other important places like that. We mostly wandered the halls talking though. I showed him which classes we'd have to go to, but I can tell he has already forgotten them. It is a pretty big high school. We weren't able to go inside because classes were still going on. 

It was only the end of the fifth period when we finished the tour. I didn't really see the point of it, to be honest, Taylor and I can bring him where ever he needs to go. Since we still had some time left, we went back to the library. 

This time it was he who held the door for me. "What a gentleman," I say sarcastically. 

"Why thank you," he says in a terrible British accent. 

I roll my eyes at him and sit down at my and Taylor's corner of the library. He follows and sits down next to me. 

"That was great, thank you," he looks at me and smiles. 

"No problem, don't worry about remembering all of that, you and me are in all of the same classes so I can show you around most of the time," I reply. "Well almost all, you have a study period while I have gym. But I could potentially skip class if I wanted to."

"Aw you'd skip class for me?" he asks raising his eyebrows. I roll my eyes at him.

"Don't flatter yourself, I'd do anything to get out of class," I retort. We both laugh.

"But yes, if you were a damsel in distress lost in the dangerous lands of high school I would come to save you," I say smirking at him.

We both start laughing again, then the sound of the last bell interrupts us. 

"Shit I still need to get my stuff, let's go to my locker," I say grabbing his hand and start to pull him to the door. 

"Oh wait, what about your locker?" I ask him. How did I forget about that?

"Oh, Mr. Brownfield never said anything about that. I should go ask him," he begins walking to the office. Then I realize something.

"Wait!"

"What?" he asks confused. 

"The locker next to mine wasn't assigned to anyone, you could use that one! Ask for locker number one sixty-five, mine is one sixty-four." 

"That's perfect! I'll go ask for the combination," he says before turning and running to the office. 

Well, that worked out perfectly. I guess things are looking up for me. Wouldn't count on it. I chuckle at my own snarky comment, but in all honesty, things never did go this well for me. I wonder what bad thing will happen to balance things out? Do I trip and fall down the stairs? Run into the biggest jock/homophobe in the school? Or the worst... stub my toe on something?! 

That last one made me shiver.

Suddenly remembering that I needed to get to my locker, I start running to the bottom floor. On my way there I hear my name getting called from somewhere.

"Charlie!" the voice said. I then realized it was Hunter walking over to me. "Where were you man? You skipped all of your classes but the teachers were all chill about it? What's going on?" He was visibly distressed and probably assumed I had died or something.

"Hunter, calm down. I'm fine but it's a long story, I'll explain everything tonight if I can. If not, I'll do it tomorrow. I'm kind of in a rush, I have to go! Bye!" I call over my shoulder, leaving him at the stairs. 

"Wha- wait! Ugh, Charlie! You can't just leave me hanging!" he calls back to me. 

I laugh to myself as I keep walking. Oh Hunter. Hunter is another one of my best friends, he's the one I went to the same school with before coming to the same high school. We weren't as close as Taylor and I was to begin with though, mostly because he's straight and on the football team. So if those douche bags saw us hanging out they'd give him hell. He told me he didn't care what people thought but I knew how defensive he got when people made fun of me. I decided to put some distance between us for his own good, not that it was hard. We had some classes together but other than that, he was busy with football. I did miss him though, he was my best friend until Taylor came along. He was the first person I came out too. We did start hanging out more this year since the bullying died down a bit. Recently we've been falling back to our old eighth-grade best friend groove. Taylor and Hunter get along great too, that is when they're not fighting over me. Ugh. A straight guy and a girl fighting over me, every gay guy's dream.