High School Just Got More Interesting (boyxboy)

Chapter 2: Coming Out

        I've been drankin I've been drankin Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby I want you na na

        Beyonce blasted through my car as I drove from the coffee shop and back home. A while ago I was so freaking dramatic, listening to Coldplay songs and all that stuff I usually do when I'm depressed. However, after a venti serving of my favorite coffee and an unexpected turn of events, my emotions had turned a complete 180 degrees. 

        I touched my lips and tried to figure out if what just happened was real. I laughed in disbelief. That had got to be the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me. Who actually even kisses someone they just met? With tongue! I thought that only happened in Glee or something. This was real, though. I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror and realized I was all red, thinking about the guy - Lucas. 

       I slapped my hand on the steering wheel, turned a sharp left and realized something. Damn! That was my first kiss. I was so caught up in the excitement and strangeness of it all, I forgot this was all so new to me. Yes, I am 18, already driving a car, but had just gotten my very first kiss. Ever. I'm not a slut, see. Well, I also am a little bit difficult to get along with and sometimes I tend to border on being severely anti-social, but that's not the point. 

        My point is, I was saving my first kiss for my first boyfriend and I had wanted to come out to everyone first before I got one. However, my first kiss now belonged to a hot stranger who said he wanted to fuck me (which turned me on at first, but now I'd just realized how creepy hearing that from a stranger really is). Plus, I am nowhere out of the closet. I'm still lost in freaking Narnia. 

        I hated it when things don't go according to plan. I'd self-diagnosed myself with OCD years ago when I had this severe migraine after I wasn't able to return a book on time at the library. I was so frustrated with myself for being so stupid and forgetting about it. After that, I'd always kept a planner and tended to use up every bit of space it had. 

        This time however, I didn't feel any sort of anger or frustration for Lucas at him suddenly making my uneventful life so damn chaotic. I felt happy. All this time, I've hindered myself from doing things that made me happy in fear of rejection - in fear of people's opinions, not just about my sexuality but about what I can do. 

        I didn't have to always care what other people think. I deserved to live.

       

        I arrived at the gate of the subdivision I lived in. I waved at the security guard. He recognized me fast and gave me a big smile as he let me enter. He even saluted me. It was a little too overboard but it's probably cause my mom always gave him food and invited him over whenever there was a celebration in the house. My mom had always been sociable and very kind to everyone she met. Totally the opposite of me.

        I passed through luxurious houses and lush greenery. The whole subdivision always had a serene atmosphere that was heaven to my overactive mind. However, my favorite part had always been the huge man-made lake. I usually came there by myself and just lay there for hours not thinking about anything. I just listened to the waves and watched how the sunny sky would paint itself into the night.

        I smiled as I saw our home. It was a vast property lined with beautiful landscaping. Our house was very modern and minimalist, but was four storeys high. There was a separate guest house and a small bungalow for the maids, guards and the driver. I parked my car in the garage which was just beside the Olympic size swimming pool. It really was all too much, but I'm proud of what my parents had accomplished. We weren't always this well-off. It was only in the past five years that my parents' advertising agency had suddenly spiked in profits and we were able to afford all of this.