There is no way in hell that I could ever survive in a small town. Things get around too quickly. It's not like I had any friends who would spread my secret, but even if I had told one person randomly, it would have been around faster than I could even regret telling it.
Luckily for me, I didn't live in a small town. I lived in Belleville, and the school was pretty big.
So naturally, I thought that if I had let it slip on a college application that my sexual preference was "Male", it wouldn't matter, because no one in the school would notice, because no one looks at it but the guidance counselor, right?
Wrong!
Who asks that on a college application, anyway? Why should it matter that I like guys, and that I am a guy? I am going to college to learn, not go on dates. Perhaps it was because the school that I was applying to was an all-guys school. That wasn't my decision, though. It was my Mom's.
She didn't know that I was gay. She actually thought I was straight. As straight as you could get. I never really could figure out why. I had never brought a girl home, or said that I had any crushes, but still, she thought I was straight. It would bother me if I had a son, who was a senior in high school, had never expressed any interest in girls whatsoever.
So, since my Mom thought I was straight, she decided to make me apply to an all-boys college.
"Gerard," she had said, "I want you to focus on your studies when you are in college. I don't want any girls distracting you."
I had smirked when she had told me this.
"Don't worry Mom." I had said. "Girls won't distract me."
They never have.
So anyway, I was guessing that the people at the college that I was applying to didn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable while at the school, so they decided to ask what my sexual preference was, so I told the truth.
I was gay.
I didn't think that anyone would ever see it. Documents like that were supposed to not reach the hands of the other students, and so I didn't expect it to.
Still, the last thing I needed was for the whole school to know that I, Gerard Arthur Way, was gay.
"Ha ha! 'Way' rhymes with 'gay!'", my little brother Mikey laughed one day.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked. "'Way' is your last name, too."
The smile wiped of Mikey's face. I laughed hysterically, because my brother was too stupid to realize that he was making fun of himself, as well as me.
"Yeah, well," Mikey started, "I am not gay. You are."
"So? People who might think you are can still crack that joke at you." I said.
Mikey gave me a face.
"Whatever. You just better hope that no one finds out. It could find it's way back to Mom, you know." said Mikey.
"No one will find out, Mikey." I said. "I have no friends to tell. I don't talk to anyone, so no one will find out."
Boy, was I wrong.
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It was a typical day at Belleville High School. I was sitting in Pre-Calculus Math, which I hated. Math wasn't my favorite subject, but that wasn't what was bothering me.
It was the stupid jock that sat behind me, Tim. He was the captain of the football team, and he thought that his shit didn't stink. He would always throw papers at my head, and it annoyed the hell out of me.
