Is He... Gay!? (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

Maya Above 

*JAMES POV*

I walked into first period with a smile on my face knowing that I showed everyone how "straight" I am. 

I sit down at my desk and start listening whatever the teacher is talking about. I can hear snickering behind me, but I pay no mind to it.

I turn around when a paper ball hits me in the back. I pick it up and open it, knowing that's how people communicate in this class. 

FAGGOT

I read the message over and over. The more I read it, the less it hurts. Soon, the word no longer bothers me and I throw the ball into the trash can. 

BAM!

I look behind me and see that someone slammed their head into the desk like a maniac. Everyone starts to snicker around me and I just roll my eyes. 

I sit half way listening to the lecture until the bell rings. 

I jump out of my seat and run out the door. I'm on my phone when I realize that I left my book bag in the classroom. I groan and make why way back tot he class at full speed. I can't waste these 20 minutes we have before the next class starts. 

Next thing you know, I'm laying on something rock hard and there's papers everywhere. I guess i was laying on a human because I'm pushed on the floor. I sit up and feel a pain in my knee. 

Fuck, that hurts. 

"Well thanks for the help, douche", I say rubbing my knee. I don't bother to look up because me knee feels like it's been raped by hundreds of bears. 

I finally look over and see the most gorgeous guy in my life... staring at me. His eyes are like looking into the bluest ocean in the world. And his hair? It looks like the softest thing i could ever run my hands through. I just want to kiss h-... Stop it! 

He's probably straight! God, you're gay as fuck you know that? Yeah, I know. You love me though. Who says I love you. I mean you do! Shut up! Okay... but he might be gay. 

After my internal battle with myself, I clear my throat, "Are you gonna get up and stop staring at me or just sit on the floor like a weirdo?", I say still rubbing my knee. 

He stares at me a little longer then jumps off the floor reaching his hand out.

"Sorry about running into you man", he says reaching a hand out to help me.

I fully stand up and look at him.. well look up at him. How fucking tall is this guy? Honestly he's probably not tall at all, I'm just short. 

"It's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going either", I say, still eye-fucking this god-like human. I mean, why do the girls get all the good looking guys? I'm pretty sure I can play with his nip-

"Y-yeah.. Okay, see ya!" He says cutting off my dirty thoughts and dashes down the hallway. 

What the fuck was that all about? I shrug to myself and walk into the class room to finally get my bag. 

I grab my bag and made it to the door when two hands pulls me back and makes me fall into the desks.

"What the f-" I'm cut off by hands grabbing my shirt and pulling me up. 

"Hey little fag, you wanna play?" It's Jonah, one of the guys on the football team, and he looks like he wants to kill me.

"No Jonah, I do not want to play", i say trying to push him off me. I roll my eyes when he doesn't budge. 

"Oh yes, i do think you want to pay. What am I not your type or something? It shouldn't matter what I look like to a fag like you!", he grabs me and pulls me to the supply closet where all the books are kept for English.

I thrash around trying to get out of this monster's grip but to no avail. God, why is this happening to me? Is it because I'm gay? I knew I could never be myself. 

He throws me into the room and shuts the door behind him; I can see him unzipping his pants. 

I gulp down the vomit rising in my throat and cower in complete terror. 

"Now come here fag and show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do."

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Don't Kill Me Please! xD It Had To Happen! 

Let's Just See If He Makes it Out Alright.... Or Not!

* Runs Away Like The Little Chicken I Am*