Forbitten

Chapter 1

I never knew what love was until I met him. But, the reason I then knew what love was, was because I couldn't have it. Because it was... forbitten.

Mos Aedes

It all started in my senior year. I was at a new school, one that taught Catholic morals. My current foster parents decided to enroll me here rather than the nearby public school. They said the Christian environment would be more accepting towards me, towards what I was. And I found that was mostly true, but there are always exceptions...

It was the first day of school and I was in last period: Religious Studies. The professor was running late and the rest of the boys huddled around each other in their matching skirts. They were plaid, green and red, and matched the same one I wore. However, mine was a lot smaller than theirs. Instead of the normal fit, my skirt was only that of a red thread and a green thread, and it didn't look as nice as theirs did. No one paid attention to me. I was alone. In a room full of Catholic school boys, I was utterly by myself.

Then, he ran in. He dropped his copious stack of papers and spilled his coffee as he picked them up. Once he stood up, he stared at me. His hazel orbs -- that were hidden behind brown, circular glasses -- met my compound eyes of a thousand lenses that helped me detect motion. The motion this man made to capture my heart. The motion this man made that showed he was the only one that truly saw me, understood me, accepted me. He turned away. He went to his desk and placed the disarrayed mass of papers onto the wooden surface.

"Hello boys, I am Mr. Yoi. I will be teaching and aiding you in Religious Studies for your senior year. I hope we can make this an exceptional and memorable time together." His voice was velvet. It flowed through my antennae like warm human blood. "Alright students. Today we begin in the first testament, in Genesis."

I didn't pay attention to the rest of class. Instead, I stared at the man that was Mr. Yoi. He was handsome, insanely so, but still warm and inviting. His creamy pale skin was glowing in the sunlight, his tousled brown hair shined with natural highlights, and his dimples were as deep as my newfound affection. I trusted him instantly.

I guess that was my first mistake.