Love is Love

Chapter 2

I had discovered that the cute boy I sat near at lunch had math and science with me. I couldn't wait to see him after lunch. Math was our class directly after lunch. On the way up the stairs, I saw two very big guys holding cute boy's backpack and what looked like a wallet--probably not theirs.

"Come on, Sammy, we just wanna walk you to your locker! We wanna see all of the pink flowers and unicorns," said one of them. Sam, I thought. Cute Boy has a name.

"Yeah, maybe after school you could watch every Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse ever. We'd LOVE to hear how it its," said the bigger one, sarcastically. Why are they doing this?

"What shade of pink wallpaper are you going to put in your room? Flowers or unicorns?" He looked so miserable. Yet, he was dead silent.

"Hey!" I yelled across the room.

"What do you want?" one if them asked. "Can't you see we're a little busy?"

"Back off," I bark, setting my bag on the floor, ready to protect myself if he punches me.

"Oh, is this gay your friend?" one of them asks.

I sighed. "Boyfriend."

He stared me wide-eyed in the face.

The bullies let go of him, and I threatened them to give Sam his stuff back. I told them my uncle was the president. Those idiots.

"Uh, thanks," he mumbled, and walked away.

"Yeah," I said.

I felt awkward walking to math, knowing I'd see him there. I don't know if he likes me or hates me. His expressions were so vague. Ohh, he probably hates me. I just ruined it for myself.

"Welcome to math class, everyone!" yelled out teacher, Mrs. Sloane. She was wide eyes with excitement, and I knew she would be one of those "mom" teachers; the kind that helps you with everything until you get it right. I slouched back in my chair a little. I can totally scrape an A in this class.

Sam sat behind me. I could feel him staring at the back of my head, because it was in the way of the board.

I don't know if Sam is really gay or not. If he was, I probably wouldn't be able to go out with him. I mean, if he wasn't even interested in girls, what chance would I have?

Mrs. Sloane finished the lecture, and then the bell rung. I was about to step out the door when a hand grabbed my wrist. It was Sam.

"Hey, thanks for what you did back there. Before class," he said.

"Er, no problem," I said.

"M-meet me at my locker. After school," he ordered nervously.

"Ok."

I gathered my books and hugged them against my chest. That was nice, I thought. My legs were tingling at the thought that he wanted to meet. Only three more periods 'till the locker date. I'm counting.