Beautiful Boy

Chapter 1

Being the new kid sucks. Everyone else already has their cliques, everyone knows where they're going, and no one acknowledges your existence. I would know. I've been the new kid 5 times throughout my life.

My first day at Ballou High is one of the best first days I've had. That isn't very hard to considering that my first day at one of my old schools involved me being stuck in a locker for half the day.

As I walk into the choir room, my first class of the day, I realize I'm extremely early. I met with the principal and a few of my teachers yesterday, and they told me school starts at 7:30. It's 7:05. I have another 25 minutes to waste. I have no friends, and no one to talk to. I think about calling my friend Sarah from my old school, but then I remember it's still only 5 in Arizona.

I start pacing around the room, when I see a guitar standing alone in a corner. Hell yeah. I walk over to it, and I play an F chord. Perfectly in tune. Then I play a B flat chord. I repeat those over and over again, and I start singing what is quite possibly my favorite done ever, Northern Downpour by Panic! at the Disco.

I'm on the chorus, lost in song, when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I whip around, and I am sitting face to face with one of the cutest guys I've ever seen. He has really pretty brown eyes, light brown hair, and is dressed in a gray sweatshirt and slightly faded jeans.

"Hey" He says with his hands in his sweatshirt pocket. He's staring at his feet. "You have a really nice voice."

"Um... thanks." I am honestly at a loss for words. I've never really been that good at talking to people that are even remotely attractive (I'm bisexual by the way).

"I'm Blair." He extends his arm to shake my hand.

"Trevor" I say, I'm embarrassed to say that my hands are extremely sweaty when I shake his hand. He sits down in the chair next to me.

"Are you new here?"

"Yeah, I just moved from Arizona."

"How're you liking DC?"

"It's pretty nice so far, it definitely brings me a lot closer to what I wanna do in life. I'm applying for an internship at Bernie Sanders' office next summer, and there's a lot more to do."

"Nice, if you need to talk to anyone about classes or anything, I can give you my number if you want." Wait, I just met this guy and he's already offering me his number? Holy shit.

"Yeah, that sounds great, thank you." We exchange numbers, and we talk for a while until class starts, and even then I can't stop thinking about him. I think I'm going to like it in Washington, DC.