Is He... Gay!? (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

Picture Of Jonah ( I have nothing good to say about this guy.) Who ELSE HATES JONAH?!

*JAMES POV*

After escaping Jonah after almost biting off his little "friend" (which is actually small btw), I dash out of the room, leaving him screaming.

I don't bother to put the rest of my clothes on and run straight out of the school. I can feel the tears streaming down my face when I make it out the front gates.

I run to the park and shiver from the breeze touching my naked torso.

I wrap my arms around my legs and let the tears flow from my face.

From this day forward, I vow to not be gay. I never want to be forced to do something like that again.

I sit here and wait until my breathing is calm again to go home. I don't need to worry anyone or tell anyone about what happened to me. I know if I tell Maya, she will cut Jonah's eyeballs out and feed them to him.

I don't want anyone to die.

I walk down t the river we have down by the park and sit there.

I wait for an eruption of feelings to come. Nothing. No wave of overwhelming despair and pain. I sit here, numb.

There's nothing left in me, nothing left of me.

I take back what i said... the only person I want dead, is myself.

*GRANT'S POV*

I finally get home and ran into my room. God, school is an evil evil thing. Like, why do people force their kids to get an education!? I'd rather be a hippie and live freely than go to school everyday.

I lay on my bed taking off my shoes and shirt and turn the tv on. The first thing I see is a news lady talking about how some teen boy was found half dead with no shoes on and no sh-

Oh shit! Could it have been that guy i saw running out the school earlier today? Did he try to kill himself or something? I hope not and I hope the guy is okay.

I turned the tv to another channel and started watching Cartoon Network (I mean why not, right?).

"GRANT! DINNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!", my mom screamed my name making me roll my eyes. She's such a weirdo. I still wonder how her and dad got together. My dad, he's a tie and suit straight forward type of guy while my mom is bright, happy, and basically shits sunshine.

I walk down the stairs and sit at the table in front of the food she made.

"Hey son", she says kissing my forehead, "did you hear about that kid they found? Gosh! I would be devastated if they found you out there like that. I heard he was basically frost bitten from the shoulders down and soaking wet! I wonder what happened to him."

"Yeah mom," I say, really wishing I could eat my food already, " I hope he's okay. But I don't know the guy".

My dad finally comes into the kitchen and sits at the table, placing his phone right beside him.

My mom finally says we can eat so I dig in. MMMMMM Shrimp Alfredo, my favorite food in life. How can someone not like this delicious mea-

"Son, how are you doing?"

I stop my mental rant and look up at my dad. He barely cares about what's happening in my life anymore. Ever since Kyle....

"I'm good dad", is all I say. I refuse to open up to him ever again.

"Good thing they found that kid before it was too late huh?", he says, sipping on his coffee.

"Yeah dad..."

"I wonder if he tried to kill himself because he's a fag like that guy was", he says like it was nothing. Here we go; another Fag Attack.

"Fucking fags man. When will they all go and kill themselves? Grant, I'm glad you're not a fag. If you were, I don't think i could ever love you. But you're not and I love you Grant. " He looks up at me like he just poured his whole heart out to me.

Little does he know, his precious little boy is a "disgusting fag".

"Yeah dad... Can i go to my room?" I say looking down at the pasta. I'm not feeling too hungry anymore.

"Yeah. Make sure you do that homework of yours boy." He says without looking at me.

In his head, there's no such thing as failure. And if you do fail, you're nothing.

I race upstairs to my room and lay on my bed.

I start thinking about that blonde haired, green eyed goddess of a boy.