Summertime Vibes - LGBT Short Stories.

Looks Can Be Deceiving

Jermaine's POV

The first day of senior year. Wow. I felt like this was gonna be MY year. I brought my bucket hat down farther, covering my eyes from these hoes. Conceited was an understatement at the time.

"What the hell shorty got on?!" Quinton was fuming. I followed his line of sight to see a girl wearing a crop top that barely covered her titties and a short ruffled skirt. It wasn't that bad of an outfit, she just looked like a lil hoe. I chuckled.

"Quint, didn't you used to date her?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Why you bringin' up old shit?"

I shook my head and opened my locker with difficulty. Every locker in Cromwell High was broken and their asses really should do something about it. I smacked my lips as I finally got it open.

A group of freshmen passed by waving and giggling at Quint and I. They were adorable but I wasn't the least bit interested.

"What's our first class?" Quinton asked, still looking at their asses.

I pulled out my schedule. "Man, leave those little girls alone. And hmm, Math."

He made a stank face. "Don't act funny. You know they was fine. Aight, let's go."

The class was nearly full once we finally made it. Surprisingly, we beat the bell. I made a pact with myself that I'd show up on time for my classes this year. Quinton and I settled for a seat in the back as usual. As soon as I sat down, I immediately pulled out my IPod, ready to tune the already annoying teacher's voice out.

As I was vibing to Schoolboy Q, the classroom door swung open revealing a brown skinned dude with long hair pulled into a bun at the top of his head. It was pretty weird for a guy, but he made it work. Everyone's eyes shifted to him as he made his way to the teacher's desk.

Ms. Pointer ceased the lesson to introduce him. "Class, I'd like you to meet Rashon Newman."

He shyly waved and the class yelled out greetings. I noticed some of the girls fixing their weaves and re applying lip gloss. Dying of Thirst. I rolled my eyes.

"Jermaine, that dude looks way too feminine. I could've swore he was a girl at first. I was gettin' ready to lay the game down." Quinton said, wiping fake sweat off of his head.

I chuckled. Quint wasn't gay but he has two fathers, so naturally, he doesn't have a problem with gay people. When I first came out to him, I expected him to drop our friendship. Instead, he told me it was cool and introduced me to his parents.

Ms. Pointer spoke again. "Rashon, feel free to sit anywhere you'd like."

That was stupid of her to say, considering the only available seat was the one in front of me.

Rashon scanned the room before making his way to the back. I tried not to stare as he walked but I couldn't help it. He had mad style. From his jersey tank to his all black joggers and boots. He glanced at me before sitting down, and you already know I was checking out the booty.

It was plump and round and I silently thanked the creators of sweatpants.

Quinton nudged me and I turned to see him looking between Rashon and I with a smirk. I shooed him off and placed my earbuds back into my ears.

A$AP Rocky's "Get Lit" was now playing. I started to scribble down the notes Ms. Pointer was writing on the board. I could already tell I wasn't gonna like this lady, with her small ass handwriting. Had me squinting.

Rashon turned around and looked at me. Up close, he was even more beautiful. His black orbs were far from plain. They shined a bit.

"Umm, excuse me, would you happen to have a pencil and a sheet of paper?"

Damn. Who comes to school on the first day without those main items?

I cracked a smile and nodded, fetching what he asked for. But before I gave it to him, I scribbled my name and number into the left hand corner.

He took it with a confused expression but soon smiled as he eyed it.

"Sorry, I'm not gay." He said, winking.

My face dropped. "Oh, naw, it ain't even like that fam. See, I-uh, just wanted you to have it i-in case you needed help or something."

Quint busted out laughing like it was the funniest situation ever.

"Oh that's nice of you." Rashon said before turning around.

I exhaled and rolled my eyes before punching Quint in his chest.

He held his heart looking hurt. "Fool, don't beat me on me cause YOU got rejected."

I folded my arms and sunk into my seat already ready for this year to be over with.