I wanna be His Boy

Glad to have Emma

We walked into the office. Emma walked right passed the woman to an open computer desk and printed my schedule out. I looked at her confused.
"Lets go Carter. You have..hmm oh chemistry. Its close to my class so ill talk you." She motions out the door and I follow.
When we step into the hallway I finally ask how did you just walk in there like that?

Oh I work in there on my study breaks. And thats the desk I sit at.

Oh i replied looking down at the floor. She passes me my schedule and a map is on the back. I take a quick glance over it. We arrive at my science class. And i hug Emma. Thank you so much.
Your welcome. Have fun.
I nodded and walked in

Chemistry went fine. Barely anyone noticed me. That was perfectly fine by me. I sat in the corner at the front of the room. My eyes were really bad. The bell rung and I darted out of the room looking at my schedule. Oh no. Gym. Ugh I hate gym. I frown and look at the map trying to follow it to the gym. I look around and see people walking in groups laughing and talking. I feel so odd here. I don't fit in. My dark red hair stands out. Im chubby with freckles. And im very short. I really don't like the way I look. I get to the gym door and the man who looked like the gym teacher was standing there. He was huge and super ripped. You could see his muscles bulging out of his shirt. He said for me to follow the others to the lockerroom. I sighed and followed where a bunch of kids were going. I got in and was assigned a locker. I twisted and turned it but couldn't get it to open.

"Hey Carter, you need help." I heard that smooth voice say with a bit of a chuckle. I heard others laughing. My face went red. Why am I always so emotional?

 I looked down and mumbled "I got it."i fumbled with it more. Then a felt a hand push me back softly taking the paper from my hand. With a few twists and turns it popped open.

"T-thank you." I finally glanced up. And there he was. Jordan. His shirt was off. And i was staring into his handsome blue eyes. They were so bright. So deep. I could stare into them all da-

I was cut off by a guy sneering behind Jordan. A blonde headed boy named George. "Quit staring you fucking fag."

I whinced hard and saw Jordans demeanor change slightly. Till he started laughing with George then the whole locker room was laughing. Jordan walked back and told me to take a picture and maybe it will last longer. The gym teacher called everyone upstairs. I stayed in the locker room. There is no way I could go up there. The whole gym class would know. And I cannot. I shook on the bench sitting down trying to breathe. I started to have a panic attack. My airway started to close and tears rolled down my face. 

I felt the bench move slightly. I looked over and saw a cute boy. His hair was a light brown and sorta long.

"Don't cry and don't listen to George. He's a dick. And its ok. George does that to whoever is gay or bi. I get it all the time from him. And i feel the same way you do. But don't cry. It only makes them win... he touched my back softly. I nodded softly. "Oh my name is Ashton. Nice to meet you."

"M-my nam-me is Cart-ter." I glanced up at him softly. His smile on his face made my tears slowly stop. I smiled softly at him. "It-ts nice to meet you." I whinced realizing I was stuttering.

"Calm down. Breathe. Its okay to stutter." He responded

Its like he could read my mind. I looked at him. And he chuckled softly. "Do you wanna leave here so we dont get caught and get in trouble?"

I nodded. We got up and went back out to the bleachers. It seems like this is everyones secret spot. I smiled.

I was here earlier today. I told him as i got in the position i did. I fumbled through my bag about to grab my paci. And i remembered someone else was watching. I stopped and tried to play it off. He glanced with curiosity. But left it alone. I took a deep breath. Its nice to have someone to talk to sometimes. Like being a loner sucks. I told him.