Maybe I'm Not As Straight As I Thought....

Chapter One

So I decided to go in a completely different direction with this story. (Im lying i actually lost the journal i was writing it in.) I hope you like this new story of mine.
Zayn malik as Devin since he looks most like the guy i picture in my head. Without the stubble and longer hair.
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My name is Devin Thomas and I'm on hell of a bad boy.

'Man I hate school', was the first thing that came to mind when I woke up that morning.

It was Monday.

The start of a new week, and another day at that fucking highschool.

I mean the ladies were great; they fawned over me all the time.

It was just the school part.

Who fucking needs school anyway?

I got up anyway to get ready. I hopped in the shower, slathering my body in my favorite body wash.

Vanilla.

I know, its sounds girly, but I liked the smell and instantly got hooked on it.

I got out after I had rinsed off. I quickly finished off any more of my other bathroom duties before putting my clothes on. Black ripped jeans, a fitted t-shirt that showed of my body, some buckled boots and my signature leather jacket to finish it off.

I put my dark hair in a loose, messy ponytail that drove the girls wild.

I picked my phone up and put it in my pocket before going downstairs for breakfast.

"Morning Devy", my dad as soon as he saw me. I rolled my eyes at the stupid nickname before answering, "Mornin' Dad".

My other dad was sitting at the table, drinking coffee while reading the newspaper.

"Hello Devin".

Yes it was 'that' kind of family.

Everyone was actually kinda suprised that I liked girls since I was raised in 'that' kind of enviroment.

I had one other sibling. An annoying older sister. She moved out five years ago, shortly after finishing highschool.

She was married now, with a baby on the way.

My dad sat a plate of waffles in front of me and I smiled.

I loved waffles just as much as I loved vanilla.

My other dad cleared his throat, settling his icy blue eyes on me.

I squirmed a little as he sat his newspaper down.

Oh shit. I was in trouble.

"Your school called", my dad finally said.

I nodded, looking at my other dad for help. He glared at me.

I was really screwed.

"I thought I told you to stop hooking up with girls in school", he said calmly.

I laughed nervously.

"Your grounded for a week", he deadpanned.

I huffed but didnt protest. Wouldnt wanna set of the Hulk now would we?

" Carter can you take Devin to school this morning? I have to be at the bakery a little early today", my dad said, taking off his apron and hanging it up.

(Okay we're gonna use first names now)

Lucas ran a famous bakery, known for its homemade cakes, thirty minutes away from our home.

Carter nodded his head and finished the last of his coffee.

Lucas kissed Carters cheek before coming over to kiss the top of my head. "Bye. Love you".

It was silent for a moment until Carter stood up and grabbed the car keys off their hook.

"Lets go", he said, glancing at me.

Carter Thomas was a scary guy.

6'4 with the type of body that made the Hulk look sad. I most likely looked like a midget compared to him at my 5'8 height.

I was short for a guy.

To me my height was my only flaw. Other than that I was perfect.
Per-fect.