Luke's POV
I've never had a steady boyfriend ever in my life. It was always secretive though, because the boys I was with usually didn't want to come out of the closet yet. I was fine with it, but honestly, who gives a shit what others think of you? If they have a problem, than they're not relevant in your life.
I don't care if people find out I'm gay. No one's asked, except my mother, so I never told. I've only been in three relationships but they lasted only two weeks, each relationship beginning two weeks before school ends. I had a relationship Year 9, Year 10, and Year 11... I may not go for another one Year 12.
The boys I "dated" were from other schools though, and we always had to discuss where we should meet up with our various make out sessions. I only ever made out with someone, I never took it that far. I'm still a virgin, waiting for someone to make that claim untrue.
Each relationship (of the three) ended not so well. The first boy, Luis, confessed his deep love to me, and I didn't want that or anything more, so I ended things. Thankfully he was moving to America, so I didn't have to worry about running into him ever again. The second boy, Arnold, was transferring to my school, so obviously I broke things off. I don't date anyone from my school. Finally, the third boy, Ethan, had cheated on me (I'm not sure if it's really cheating if things weren't really official) so I decided we shouldn't continue something that wasn't right.
I've never felt love towards anyone except my mum (that sounds wrong; I only feel platonic love towards her, obviously). And I don't think love is necessary to have a happy life. You can be alone, which I plan on being, and still be happy and successful.
My mum is very accepting towards my sexuality, and I can't be thankful enough. I thought she would hate me after the incident... but now I'm certain she doesn't.
Currently, I was watching Ashton do his history homework, finally completing his last assignment.
"Do you understand it better?" I asked, motioning towards his history textbook.
"I understand everything better, except..." he trailed off, clearing his throat in the process, "...you."
"Me?" I repeat, confused.
"I don't really understand you," he says, looking me in the eye.
"What don't you understand?" I question, becoming slightly annoyed. It's none of his business of what I really am.
"Tell me about yourself," he suggests. "I feel like I don't know you better..."
I chuckled nervously. "Um, okay. My middle name is Robert. I'm seventeen, turning eighteen in July. I'm shy. And..."
I contemplated whether I should tell him about my sexuality or not. He can't possibly judge me, since he's on the same team as me. Then again, it's none of his business, and it'll make him want to hang around me even more.
"And...?" Ashton rose his eyebrow.
I decided to tell him, it may be nice knowing someone other than my mother knowing my sexuality.
"I'm gay," I said.
His eyes widen, a smile prominent on his face. "Really? I am, too."
"Cool," I mutter. "So um-"
He interrupted me. "Have you ever been in a relationship?"
"Yes. Kinda," I say. "But I've never been in an official relationship."
"I've had one boyfriend," Ashton informs me, even though I didn't ask. "But we broke up last year. Oh well, things happen."
Although he was smiling, I could see a little sadness hidden behind his eyes. "Aw, sorry man..."
"It's cool," he said. "But I did do things I regret with him..."
My eyes widened a bit. "Did you have sex with him?"
That may have been a personal question, but I honestly don't really give a shit.
"Yeah..." he sighed. "I really do regret it... don't tell my mum?"
"Okay..."
"So... have you ever had sex before?" he asked. "Wait, that's none of business. Sorry."
I shook my head. "It's cool. And no, I haven't had sex before."
I felt way under experienced compared to Ashton. He's done things, physically, beyond our level.
"Really?" he looked shocked. "I'm surprised."
"Why?" I laughed. Why are we even having this conversation?
He bit his bottom lip, a light blush forming on his cheeks. "Never mind about that."
That was weird.
I decided to clear some of the awkwardness that hung in the air. "So tell me a little about yourself, Ashton."
He grinned. "My middle name is Fletcher. I'm eighteen, turning nineteen in July. I'm very outgoing, obviously. And, of course, I'm gay too!"
I nodded, as if my life would change knowing those facts. Because eventually, Ashton's going to leave my life.
Everyone always leaves.
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Apparently, Ashton has grown to become popular since he first arrived here. He seemed to be great friends with the guys on the football team, and a lot of girls flirted with him.
Ha. If only those girls knew.
I felt everyone's eyes on us as Ashton followed me to my usual table. He doesn't have to sit me, he has the whole school wrapped around his finger. Anyone would let him sit with them. But instead, he decides to sit with a bitter loser.
"So," Ashton speaks, drumming his fingers on the table, "there's a big football game this Friday."
I furrowed my eyebrows, remembering something he had once told me. "I thought you hated football."
"When I'm playing it," he chuckles. "I enjoy watching it, especially with my friends."
"Oh," I said.
"I want you to come with me," he says, pouting when he notices the frown on my face. "Please?"
Why would I stick around for some stupid football game when I could be sitting at home, not interacting or socializing with anyone?
It may have been the pout on Ashton's face that made me change my mind. "Fine. What time does it start?"
"Yay!" he cheered. "It's at seven o'clock, but I'll pick you up at six so we can get something to eat. Is that okay?"
"That's cool," I replied.
"Thanks, Luke!" he patted me on the back. "You really made my day agreeing to this."
I thought he was exaggerating, but I didn't say anything.
I didn't think I could bring much excitement to one person.
However, Ashton's not normal. He's... Ashton. Which means he's always excited.
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(A/N):
school can suck my ass bc I'm done with it and it's only October
I hope you guys enjoy this story :)
