Chapter Twelve ~ Under the Gaydar and the Bleachers

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I'm going to try and write the chaps in different P.O.V.s now so like bear with me if i mess this up. If it's bad I will re-write it and like post it again later so feedback would be much appreciated. Enjoy this chap, maybe~

Will's P.O.V.

Adrian found it quite hilarious that I was in a sour mood about my new mark but he finally gave me my damn keys. 

"You might want to consider wearing a turtleneck today." Grell said sweetly, trying to be helpful. 

"He can't wear it  to practice though." Adrian commented, making me in an even more sour mood. Damn that drum major and his adherence to the dress code. I could just tell he was going to have fun with this today. 

I made a strangled noise of distress at not being able to hide the damn hickey. I grabbed my shoes and jacket and walked my cranky ass to the door. "Grell, are you coming?"

"Cominggg~" The perky redhead sang out as he sprang from his seat on the couch and grabbed all his stuff. Then, with arms full of belongings, he ran at me and clung to my arm and nuzzled it in his usual way. We left swiftly and went to go get ready for school stopping by Grell's house first so we wouldn't catch my parents and they would have left for work before we got there. 

When we finally got to school, the cozy little world we had been living in over the weekend, the world of acceptance and equality, that all faded away and fast. I pulled up to my usual parking spot and the first thing we heard after "Policy of Truth" by Depeche Mode was turned off was a very rude comment. 

"Hey look it's the other faggot couple!" 

I saw Grell wince at the comment and based on what was said I could only assume that Ron and Adrian had already outed themselves. Ron was never very good with keeping his love life a secret though so I shouldn't have been surprised. 

"Will, can we stay home today?" Grell asked me as he glanced over at the jocks that had yelled the comment. 

I grabbed his hand and held it on his lap. "We're not going to stay home because of some homophobic assholes, okay? It's going to be okay. We can get through this. I'm here for you and you know that."

Grell took a moment to respond and I noticed he seemed still unconvinced. He finally gave me a small "Thank you." Which told me that he really wasn't believing that he could make it through the day today. I didn't push it though because I wasn't sure what exactly to say at the moment. So after another moment of silence we got out of the car and went to go find Ron and Adrian, or as they referred to each other 'Ronnie' and 'Unnie'. When they found the two by Ron's locker it wasn't surprising that Ron was in Adrian's arms and they were locked in another wordless conversation / creepy staring contest. Our arrival drew their attention away from each other though. 

The first thing out of Ron's mouth was "What the hell are you wearing?" To which I sarcastically replied. "Clothes."

"Well duh, but I mean what is that thing around your neck?" Ron asked, clearly referring to my scarf. It was one of those scarves that didn't have ends and was more like a cloth necklace than a real scarf. The one I happened to own was a plaid of gray and black. 

"It's a scarf." I said, my words just edgy enough to dare Ron to say something else stupid. 

"It's a red flag for flamboyancy that's what it is. You look like one of the gay tumblr boys. Hell, you could almost be in the friend circle of that Tyler kid with the pastel hair on youtube." Ron said, further insulting my unusual dress. 

"Come on Ronnie, it's not that bad. I think he looks fine." Grell said in my defense. I smiled at my boyfriend, glad to have him by my side in times like this when my calm was dwindling. 

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