The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

Graduation

Scott POV
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I look out into the crowd trying to find my family, but I can only find the faces of my other classmates. My mom must've noticed my wandering eyes, because as soon as I begin to look away, she jumps from her chair waving frantically. I shed a small smile, thinking about how much my mom has changed. I don't know what happened, but she went from a cold, unloving mother, to a warm, happy mom.

I look around her for the rest of my family, finding my brothers and my dad. My father, to my surprise, doesn't look totally over it. He looks almost... Proud?

"Scott Lee Mathias" I hear from the podium, a little before I hear the word "faggot," screamed from the crowd by a couple of people. I take a deep breath and begin to step up to receive my diploma, which, honestly I'm surprised I got. There has been so much drama, I barely had any time to finish all my assignments. Luckily, I have the fear of my father if I were to get anything under a B-.

"Thank you," I repeat while shaking the hand of each teacher. I look back into the crowd once more to see my parents, and find my dad has gone. Which is fine, I mean... whatever, not like I care what that ass-hat thinks.
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"Emmet?" I say to a boy with long purple hair talking it up with a girl from my class, that I recognize, but know nothing about her.

"Yes?" He spins around in one swift motion, the suit jacket tied around his waist flying as he does.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him in a genuinely confused manor, "this is a graduation party, last time I checked you're only a Junior," I cross my arms, though, it's not like I'm actually upset at his presence.

"You think I wouldn't come here to see my best friend graduate?" It feels like the word friend was amplified.

I begin to speak when an upbeat song that I can't remember the name of, but know it's about a girl wanting happiness with her other.

"Come on, let's dance!" He says, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the dance floor.

"I'm not even good at dancing," I mumble, feeling more and more self concious as we get closer to the center of the floor. He just starts moving his whole body and closing his eyes and smiling wide enough to show his teeth.

"Come on," he says grabbing my shoulders, "dance with me," he says, looking deeply into my eyes. He pushes my shoulders back and forth along to the beat.

I feel like I can have fun, I don't feel as insecure when he's so open and free. I know that there's people staring at us, but I could care less.

"Hold on I need to get some punch, you wait right here," he says over the roraing music. He finds his way through the crowd to the snack table. I wait patiently in the middle of the dance floor, bobbing my head and tapping my toes to the beat as I do.

When he's not here, I notice everything around me. The couple's dancing together in unison, some guys glaring at me, and then I notice him. Sean, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and Alex looking over his shoulder towards me. She doesn't break eye contact as she plays with his hair, and trails her lips over his neck in places I know he hates.

They turn until my eyes are met instead with Sean's, for the first time in a long time I look into his eyes calmly. No yelling, no name-calling, no beating to the ground, and yet... I still see pain in his eyes.

"Hey what's the matter?" I get asked from behind as a hand turns me around, and I can suddenly feel and hear and see everything.

"Nothing, um, we should, ah, we should go," I say snapping back to reality and trying not to get a headache. He understands and begins to lead us out when he's jerked back with brute force. I look behind me suddenly and see Sean and Emmet in a standoff.

"Who the fuck are you?" Sean growls at Emmet, finding no immediate reaction besides the gasps and murmurs of the crowd.

"Come on," I plead, pulling Emmet's arm back towards the exit.

"I asked you a question faggot," I hear, come out of Sean's voice. It sounds so different, full of hate and malice rather than his loving voice he uses when he talks about a dog he wants to have in the future.

"Don't do this," Emmet warns him. I really don't want them to do this, not now. I try to pull Emmet's arm again, but to no avail.

"Oh! So he's your boyfriend, huh Scott? Your protector," he mocks.

"Back off," I hear Emmet say through his teeth.

"Or what fairy boy?" He continues to scorn, this time shoving Emmet back.

I don't know what came over me, really. I guess, you know what happens, cause when it's over all I see Sean laying on the floor, blood pouring out of his nose, and fear and dismay flooding his face.

"Stay out of my life, I'm done, just-" I'm cut off as tears fill my eyes, flooding my words.

Emmet helps me out of the building, arms wrapped around me, trying to hold all my weight and force of my sobbing.

We reach his truck, where he helps me into the passenger seat, then going around to the driver's seat. He starts the car and turns to me.

"Let's take you home," he says with a sigh.

On the way home my mind races, I can't believe I just punched Sean in the face! It was amazing, yet felt awful at the same time. I just don't know how to think right now.

"Thank you by the way for sticking up for me, it was, um, pretty cool," he says with a sort of laugh. He starts to pull up to my block, but stops before we reach the house.

"Why did we stop? My house is right there," I ask, pointing towards my lawn and facing him. I see the look in his eyes, and can't tell the difference between longing and disgust.

"I know," he simply says, before he reaches forward grabbing my cheek, suddenly connecting our lips. I feel a burst scatter through my head to my stomach, oh god, I can't help but fall for this boy.

He seperates, and I open my eyes at the loss of warmth between us. I see him smile, brushing his thumb across my cheek.

"I just wanted to do that,"