~The diner~

...~Chapter 15~...

Thomas' POV

(At Minho's)

"Hey, Minho?" I ask after hanging at his house for a few more minutes. "Yeah Thomas?" He says, still looking at his phone. "I was... planning on telling my p-parents that I'm g-gay..." I stutter, tears filling my eyes as I think of the worst. Minho looks up from his phone with wide eyes. "Thomas, are you sure? I mean, your dad is homophobic, your mom can't do much. I just want you to-" Thomas interrupted him. "Yes, Minho, I know. B-but I need to tell them..." Minho nods. "Right, just know that I'm here and I'll always be here." Thomas smiled, "Thanks, Minmin." He rolls his eyes at the nickname. "We should probably get ready for school," Minho said getting up. I nodded in agreement.

We got ready for school, thought we ended up being 13 minutes late thanks to Minho, who's hair needs to be perfect. Which, I didn't understand since his hair looked fine but he said I was just saying that since I was his friend. But anyway, we got to class still and the teacher gave us.... a detention slip...

(Time skip to after school)

So, I'm on my way to detention, and I know my parents won't be too happy about that, at least my mom won't. My dad could care less.

I walked into the class where the school's detention teachers class was, Mr. Janson. Let me tell you one thing. He's terrifying. The reason the school made him the detention teacher was because he scares even teachers, well the more nicer ones. Sure, he seems nice on the first day of school, the next day it's honestly prison in his classroom. He won't let you out until all the floors and desks are clean, and the floors are spotless, and- well you get the point. Well just say he's scary.

I arrived at the classroom and sat down in the back of the class. "No, Thomas, I want you to come sit up here," he said, pointing to a desk next to his. I nodded and grabbed my things and moved them to the desk. "Now, I want you to tell me why you were late to class." He said with his stupid smirk. "Well sir, I had a sleepover at my friends house last night, but we went to bed at the right time. We woke up like we usually would, but my friend, Minho, had to fix his hair and make it perfect." I said honestly, but he just chuckled, "Right, right, okay. Blame it on the friend. Anyway, I want you to tell me the real reason why you were late to school." He smirks again, and I want to punch a wall. "Sir, I'm telling you the truth. I would never lie to a teacher, sir." He laughed, "Thomas, I know when someone is lying." Why didn't he believe me? Why couldn't he just... believe me? "Sir, I'm telling the truth, that was how it was today and yesterday." His face turned serious. "Don't lie to me, Thomas!" he yelled, causing me to flinch. Then, something clicked in me. "Mr. Janson! I am telling you the god damn truth!" My eyes widened and he smirked, "That's 2 more hours of detention, Thomas." I sighed and fell back in my chair.

"Pull out your homework, Thomas, that's what you're gonna do for the next 3 hours."

"Sir, I already finished all my homework."

"Then sit there, don't talk, just sit."

I sighed angerily, this was gonna be a long 3 hours...

(After detention)

I walked home, the time being 6:30 p.m. Dettention was... boring, as you could've guessed. Mr. Janson was more strict then usual. He made me reclean the classroom after it was already spotless. I walked home with tired feet.

Once I got home, my mother was on the front porch crying. As usual. I walked up to her.

"Thomas! Oh, where have you been? Are you hurt?" She stood up and ran to me. "Mom, I'm fine. I was at school and I was late, so then I got dettention and then I yelled at a teacher so I had to spend to more hours there, don't worry. Everything is good now." I rubbed her back. "W-well, you know your father isn't going to be to happy about that..." I nodded. "I know. Now, lets get inside. I have something I want to tell you all and its important." She nodded and we got up and walked into the house.