Fragmented Confessions | Boyxboy

Chapter Two

“Morning faggot.” Andrew, the tall, tan guy with the funny spiked hair of the football team, pushed a smaller guy into his locker as he marched passed. His buddies followed behind like puppies, snickering.

Yeah. And Mason wanted me to accept being gay. Not when they got treated like that. Besides, Scott was the only person I have ever had even the slightest feelings for. Who's to say it wasn't some fluke? I'd find a nice girl someday that would make me happy. Then from there I'd have children, get a job, and live a normal happy life.

Then, all will be well.

“Damien!” Adam slammed his hand onto the locker beside mine, nearly causing me to jump out of my skin. “Woah, didn't mean to scare you that much.” He grinned, holding his hands up in surrender.

“You came out of nowhere.” I glared at him, straightening out the books in my arms. “What do you want?”

This guy was older than me. A senior, 18 years old. He had bright blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Simone looked the same in that regard. She was 17 and in the same grade as Adam. Even Scott was a senior, 17 years old. I was the youngest in our group, 16 and a junior.

“What?” I asked again when all he did was stare at me.

He coughed awkwardly. “Oh, well, did you want to come with us after school to get ice cream?”

“Will Scott be there?” I beamed.

His smile dropped. “Yes. Simone invited him.”

“Then I'll go.”

Adam sighed. “Right… okay.” He stared into the tiles of the floor.

What was with that face, I thought. “So where are we getting ice cream?”

“Hmm?” He looked up at me. “Oh, Pops. They have a new sundae.”

“I'll probably get a milkshake.”

“I'll drive you.” He offered. “Simone's driving with Scott.”

“Oh.” I opened my locker to shove my textbooks inside. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot after school, then.”

“Alright.” He tapped my shoulder before leaving me there in the crowded hallway.

I made my way through the sea of students to my last class. Of course the worst would be for last. I couldn’t stand this class. Forget that it was full of a ton of prep kids I couldn’t stand, but I didn’t care for math in general.

Since it was open seats, I picked one furthest from the teachers desk in a space near the corner. It was somewhat of a forgotten area. Making it the safe zone. A place the teacher rarely looked while scouting out victims to come up to the very front to solve math equations. Which usually resulted in at least one person's public humiliation. Not that our teacher gave a damn about social life among high school students.

During class I kept to myself. It was the usual boring stuff. We went over homework, listened to a lecture and took some notes, and then he had us answering on the board. As I knew he would. At the end of class he handed us back our tests we’d taken a few days before. This, he was not happy about.

“A lot of you didn’t do so well.” He explained, gesturing to the stack he had in his hands. “The class average was a 52%. All of you need to try harder.”

We groaned together. The unit had been particularly hard on all of us. When the teacher gave me back mine, I realized it was even worse for me. He eyed me, not letting go when I reached out for it. I looked up at him. “See me after class, please.” I nodded.