Why Him?

Chapter One: Micah

-One Month Later-

I was shaking nervously, today was my first day of high school. It was an early August morning and the sun was already starting to heat up the atmosphere. A few puffy white clouds floated in the sky and the palm trees swayed slightly in the small breeze. I lived only 10 minutes from school now so I was forced to walk. Too bad I didn't live further so I could take the bus and make friends, but NO. I had to live CLOSE to Palm Valley High (my high school). I held my black velvet sketch book to my chest as I slowly walked to my destination. I always kept it with me along with a pencil so I could I draw. Sometimes when I don't know what to draw, I just draw me and my old crush. He was nice, carming, funny, and everything I could ever wish for. I wish I told him I liked him before I left.

But I didn't.

I finally reached Palm Valley High. it was a huge, three story tall, grey building. The outdoor areas where huge and nicely landscaped with palm trees, flowers, and neatly trimmed bushes (but the school was mostly inside) and there was parking lot. It was all pretty overwhelming compared to the small schools in the outskirts of Boston where I used to live. As soon as I walked in, I saw a huge hallway full of lockers. I pulled out a slip of paper from my backpack.

Locker : 192

Passcode : 3820

Class Schedule :

First Period : Homeroom 9:00 - 9:30

Second Period : Math 9:35 - 10:05

Third Period : ELA 10:10 - 10:40

Fourth Period : Art 10:45 - 11:15

Fifth Period : History 11:20 - 11:50

Sixth Period : Lunch 11:55 - 12:25

Seventh Period : Science 12:30 - 1:00

Eighth Period : P.E. 1:05 - 1:35

'Oh, that's an...okay schedule.' I thought. I punched in the locker combo onto they keypad on the front of my locker. The locker swung open and I started to set up my locker. I put my colored pencils, mechanical pencils, a picture of my old crush and I taking a selfie, some of my best drawings that I've drawn, and a small inspirational poster that read, 'Hang in there, baby!' With a cat hanging onto a branch on it. It was a pretty good looking locker if I do say so myself! I looked at my Lit Bit watch and the time on it said 8:17 AM. I still had time before my class started.

~Time Skip~

I walk into homeroom at about 9:20 AM to see that there are a few people, maybe like 15. I believed that there were 35 to 40 people per class but I wasn't sure. I glanced around the class and the person who stood out most to me was this girl standing close to me. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, platinum blonde hair with blue ends, and a mint green shirt. But the thing that stood out the most was her simple forest themed backpack. It reeked of several scents that were hard to distinguish. The scents weren't bad, but smushed all together into one scent they were bad. I decided that I would just try and ignore it. I pulled out my sketchbook and drew the girl. It wasn't meant to be creepy, it's just that she looked fun to draw and would be a fun challenge with her semi-messy hair. So I began to draw.

~Time Skip (9:30)~

Soon my teacher walked in. He was a tall, 6'8 man with curly dark brown hair and black framed glasses. He wore a jacket that had lots of little white stripes. "Alright, listen up 'cause I'm only saying this once," he began. "My name is Mr. Adam. I am your homeroom teacher." He said. He took attendance and everyone was there. "Alright, so today we we be enforcing some rules. One, if you're in the bathroom, you have three minutes to go before I come and get you and give you detention. Two, if you skip class there will be-" it was common stuff like that. I already knew all the rules since I read them on the website. I decided to look at the backpack from earlier.

'Is it something illegal? No...it's too obvious. Is it... flowers? No... that's just really weird. Uh... maybe it'd a bunch of essential oils? Oh, maybe she's a hippe!' I thought.

"Okay, does everyone understand" Mr.Adam asked. No one said anything, but some people nodded their heads. "Alright...so get going to your first class, '' he said while making a 'shoo' motion. Everyone began to walk out of the classroom. I got up and started walking to my locker. It was not too far of a walk. '3 8 2 0' , I thought as I opened my locker. I grabbed my backpack and got out my expensive math book titled, "Math For Grade 9th - 10th". 'Wow they could at lest try to be creative...' I thought as I walked over to my math class.

~Time Skip (9:35)~

As soon as I walked in I felt the static atmosphere. Like it was extremely positive and supportive. A small lady with curly burnette hair, a white and pink flowered dress, and large and intricate rose earrings. "Alright, Alright, settle down. Ok my name is Mrs. Peterson!" She started. "So today we're gonna start of easy with some Pre Algebra and then move into Algebra by tomorrow." Mrs. Peterson grabbed a expo marker and drew her name along with the number eight on the board. She turned and looked at the class, "Turn to page eight." She said calmly. I turned to page eight where I saw simple math problems. In the corner of the page I saw the words "turn to page 208 for answer key". I was tempted, but left it alone. She faced the dry erase board as she spoke and wrote in large elegant swoops, "Alright, so we're gonna break it down step by step," Mrs. Peterson explained. The lesson was simple, but Mrs. Peterson went over every detail to make sure the entire class was on the same page. Soon the lesson was over. I got all the answers correct and I felt good about that. But I flipped ahead and saw that the problems were going to get much harder.

~Time Skip~

I opened my locker and grabbed out a chapter book that I bought at the store and a book full of stories that was required for ELA and began to walk. When I got in there I noticed that the tables had six chairs per table. 'Oh great...we have to work in groups.' I thought. I sat down and read my chapter book. Around 15 minutes later the teacher walked in. He was a skinny man, around 30 years of age. He looked around 5'7", he had strait blonde hair, and he was wearing a shirt with a black vest and a blue shirt underneath. He wrote his name aggressively onto the white board, "All right. My name is Mr.William, that's all you need to know. Just open your books to page sixteen and start reading in groups of three. After you read chapter one, you can leave." He said in a monotone voice. I looked over to see my two partners. One of them was a broadly build male with striking amber eyes and brunet hair with a single streak of bright red in it. The other was your typical white teenage girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, a bored expression, and a StartBox frappuccino. Everyone was silent for a moment until a strawberry-blonde haired girl stared reading the first paragraph. It isn't worth saying what the books were, it was all so boring. The table mates were fine but that other male kept staining at me. Sometimes giving me death stairs. He was weirdly scary... he also sounded like your stereotypical deep voiced football player for some reason. We were the last to finish, but that was fine... in my opinion at least. I left the class hurriedly as Death Football Boy stared me down.

~End~

Chapter by: @Asriel_The_flower

Edited by: @_Mai_Pai_Not_Yours_ and 

Mai Pai's Author's note: Hello!!! The next chap is going to be by me and I hope you are enjoying the story so far!!! If you want more gay stories like this, you should read my story Soulmates. If you just want more stories in general, read some of me and Asriel's books.

Asriel's Author's note: This is not meant to make gay people feel bad about being gay. If you are gay, show it. Own it! Be proud of it! We both support gay people very much, Mai Pai is actually gay.

From both of us: WE LOVE YOU ALL AND WE HOPE YOU WILL SEE US THROUGH TO THE END!!! BYE FOR NOW!!!!