Tomorrow's another day

Come senCome saw, and P.E. Class

In my private school we where forced to learn French, not something that I'm complaining about. That's because it lets me cuss at people who have no idea what I'm saying, and it gives me a colorful banquet of expressions. So when Alex walked in and I called him Belle, or beautiful out of no where I was relived that he had no idea what it meant. Out of curiosity I asked him if I could call him belle from now on, it turns out he doesn't care what you call him as long as it isn't a slur. So now I call him lighterly beautiful.

Later in the day we had P.E. class, which in case you don't know is incredibly awkward if your gay, being in that environment is both flusters and humiliates you. To add on that Alex is in my P.E. class so, I'm happy. When the couch said that we needed to head to the gym I noticed a group of boys that looked to be a bit older then me waited for Alex to walk out. Once they walked up to me the biggest of them slammed his hand into the looker next to me. He was tall and unattractive, he looked like he hasn't taken a shower in a week, but he was big, like muscles big.

"Yes" I said with fear in my voice, why did they want me?

"We heard you talk with Mia yesterday, and a little birdie told me what belle means, fagoot" he had a confidence in his voice that I feared. And that word Fagoot, it hurt, I didn't have a response  only a small retort. By now everyone had left the gym.

"Well, please don't tell anyone, I'll" I stuttered

"I'll do anything, please!"

"Good," He pulled out his phone

"Your gonna do good," I had no idea what that meant what could that mean, I was so confused.

"Now go play with your boyfriend." I ran away, upstairs to Mia, she was my safe space. Once I got upstairs. After five minutes the coach said we where going to go outside. Mia and Alex signaled to go under the bleachers. I went under to talk to them. We talked a lot about life, and other things, but the tone changed suddenly when Mia asked Alex something.

"So do you have a crush on any one?" I was stunned it wasn't something I was expecting her to ask him. 

"I don't have any, yet, but it's still new into the year, I haven't decided, yet." He said it with a  confidence that only comes in lairs soo it didn't inspire faith. 

"So do you like anyone?" The words hit, and I felt myself blush 

"A girl, I don't even know her name yet." I lied, I'm used to saying that I like girls. I don't but I have learned to filter myself. 

All the stress and worry from earlier washed over me. I still didn't know what he meant by you'll do good, but it didn't matter for now. The rest of my day went great. Until the bus ride home, the word fagoot got thrown at me. It stung but Alex didn't care we just kept talking.