Today was just an ordinary day in class. Or at least it was for everyone else. Everyone except Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins.
He was currently sat next to his crush Spot Conlon, the school bad boy. Feared by all. The most handsome boy in School, as Race often thought.
Race couldn't help but stare at him all lesson. His dirty blonde hair, steely blue eyes, his signature smirk and athletic frame making him perfect to Race.
Spot suddenly shifted his eyes off the teacher and to the left coming face to face with a staring and lightly blushing Racetrack. Spots smirk disappeared.
"Um can I help you?" Spot asked, Snapping Race out of his trance
"Uh, n-no sorry" Race looked back at the teacher, a flustered mess, though his eyes kept wandering back to Spot. Race then noticed Spot had immaculate handwriting and his book looked incredibly professional.
Jekyll
-50
-Concerned with mans Duality
- "Rebellious" youth
—> homosexual
One word stood out at Race. Homosexual. He was certainly that. And when it came to Spot? It was hard to contain!
"Yo! Your handwriting is so good!" Race whisper-shouted to Spot who looked at him and smirked.
"Cheers bud. I'm Spot by the way"
Race felt like screaming 'I know! I love you!' As loud as he could but instead settled for
"Your reputation precedes you, Spots a really cool name though. I'm Anthony but legitimately everyone calls me racetrack- race for short. Purely because no one sees me anywhere other than at the Sheepshead races"
A look of shock crosses Spots face before he furrows his brow as if analysing something tiny.
"You know, you do seem familiar.... Pretty Boy"
Race took a second to catch on to the nickname he was just given
"Pretty boy?" He questioned
"Yeah, yous look like a Pretty Boy, ya know, those gay guys who take real good care of themselves?"
Race nodded
"I guess I'se do"
Spot chuckled lightly and looked at the worksheet the teacher just left on his desk before rolling his eyes and starting to work. Spot then took out a small black pocket journal. Race pretended not to look but read over Spots shoulder. His eyes landed on an entry from earlier that year.
26/9/17
So here I am again. Back in English class. Back to concealing my crush. He makes my heart flutter and soar higher and feel sweeter than any cotton candy cloud, makes me feel warmer than a cottage fire in Winter, makes my brain erupt and explode with every little thing he does. I love him. I love him. I want him to be mine. My own, my love, mine. I love him. I want him. I need him.
Race saw another Short entry that was very much the same and noticed that Spot really had a way with words. He looked at what Spot was currently writing.
3/11/17
My love still hasn't faded and I still have hopes of being with him. I caught him staring earlier. My god I love his eyes. He's such a Pretty Boy, and handsome for that matter. My way with words fails me now as I think of him, for I have none which can describe him accurately. However now I must return to work befo-
Spot was conscious of someone's gaze on him. He moved his eyes slowly left, catching race reading what he's written. His eyes widen and h shoved the journal away before Race can ask anything.
Both boys returned to work, Spot a blushing mess and Race wondering who Spots crush was.
About two weeks later race got his answer. The two boys were in their Personal Development (PD) class and today's topic was sexuality and coming out, etc.
The teacher then asked everyone to announce their sexuality (if they didn't want to they didn't have to talk). A majority of the kids were straight, as was expected. There was a pan girl in the class and a bi boy so far.
Race and Spot we're both independently debating on wether they should come out.
Races table started getting asked.
"Blade?"
"Straight as hell"
"Ace?"
"Funny enough I'm Ace, don't feel anything to anyone!"
"Fucking psycho" Spot jokingly whispered
"Race?"
Races heart stopped. His immediate thought was it's now or never. Being around Spot more often (the boys had become firm friends and talked a lot now) had made his attraction worse and made him more gay every minute. His hands were on his thigh and he was sweating. Spot sensed this and casually slid his hand off his knee and gave races a reassuring squeeze, holding his hand after he did so. Race was a little shocked but realised they were at the back of the class so no one could see.
"I'm actually gay" Race finally said. He didn't see it but Spots normal smirk was replaced by a slight smile, which no one else picked up on either.
Race physically relaxed as Miss asked Spot next.
Spot gave Race's hand another squeeze in congratulations before stating
"Eh, it's finally time I came out the closet to more than just two people. I'm gay. Like.... REALLY gay not just a little bit" and started laughing. He played so cool and confident. A couple of the cool boys have little hollers and claps to congratulate their friend on finally coming out. Race returned the favour Spot had given him twice and spot looked at him with a genuine smile as the next table was asked.
Spot switched the hand that was holding races, making the grip a little more uncomfortable but allowing him to write none the less.
At the end of the lesson Spot finally let go of Race's hand so he could put his stuff away. The next period was a free for both the boys and they usually used this time to hang out. Spot waited at their usual place after Race went to go buy an Italian style sandwich from the School canteen.
Trying to conceal a blush as race walked up Spot greeted him casually.
"Heya Race"
"Heya Spot" came the cheery reply "feels like I've only just seen ya" Race added sarcastically. Spot rolled his eyes and chuckled genuinely. Spot had grown to love Races sarcasm. It was as much a part of him as his poker face or Italian blood. Race sat down next to Spot, much closer than usual, bodies nearly touching. Spot subtly shifted that last centimetre so they were which sent well hidden shivers up Race's spine, but did nothing to help conceal the blush and smile growing on his face.
"So you're gay huh?" Race broke the silence
"Yep" Spot confirmed "If I wasn't why would I have held your hand?" Spot smirked as the blush on Races face got brighter.
Race suddenly felt Spots hand on his cheek and had his head turned to face Spot, who was now uncharacteristically blushing. Spot took a deep breath, exhaled then closed the gap between him and Race. At first Race didn't react but quickly realised he should kiss back. And so he did while putting his sandwich down in his lap and using that hand to cup Spots cheek as the two kissed.
Eventually they broke away for air but stayed close together.
"Race?"
"Yes Spot?"
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
Race kissed Spot again.
"Yes Conlon, Yes I will"
