The Quarterback & Me [BXB]

Chapter 1 - Coming out.

Okay, first of all, I would like to thank anyone for reading this as this is my first published book of my own so I hope you enjoy and please leave comments about what you think!

The portrayal of the mean girl sister is very stereotypical and exaggerated and does not at all represent what they may like be in real life. All these characters are fictional and if things are exaggerated that is for this fictional benefit. Other than that enjoy!

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Nathan's P.O.V

I am gay.

I figured it out at the age of 10. At first, I thought I just saw boys as best friends and my attraction to them was merrily just admiration. I'm now 15 and I realised that I was completely wrong. Puberty hit me like a truck and my wet dreams and visible erections when I was in the boys changing rooms, often seeing sweat glistening down the chest of the guy's abs, made me realise that I was lusting after my own gender, a feeling I had never had towards females. I was determined to hide it but then I realised I shouldn't have to. Being gay wasn't something to be ashamed of but I waited. I hoped that it was just a phase and I was just still in the process of discovering my sexuality.

I was very wrong.

A year had passed and I had trained and managed to become a quarterback on the football team, my popularity growing with it and so did my confidence. I decided that it was time for me to come out to my parents even if I was dreading their reactions.

'Mom, Dad I'm gay'. No that's not it.

'Mom, Dad. I like dick.' Nope definitely not.

Ugh, why is it so difficult to figure out a way to come out? My fingers racked through my hair and I just tried to breathe, trying to suck any confidence that was radiating of the egotistical football players for dinner.

"Mom, Dad. I have something to tell you and I don't know how you're going to react but just know it doesn't change who I am but...I'm gay." I say, trying to avert my gaze off the floor to see the expression on their faces, a blank expression making me unable to read the both of them, only causing me to feel more agitated as I shift uneasily on the chair.

A tear slips down my mothers cheek as she gets out of her chair and comes around to my side of the table and wrap her arms around me. I smile, snuggling into her hold, trying to keep eye contact with my dad who still hasn't said a word. I gulp, as a stern expression is laced on his face before he cracks a small smile.

"I'm proud of you son." He says smiling and I can't help but feel as though it is contagious, a small smile plastering on my face too. I glance to see my sister Bethany, just blowing on her nails without a care in the world causing me to roll my eyes at her actions. Of course, she doesn't care but that may be a good thing because it means that all my worries can know be evaporated. 

That is until I realise I still have my school and my other family, of the football team left to come out to. Soon that bubble of anxiety in the pit of my stomach becomes like a reaction as my stomach cramps in concern, dreading the day that is yet to come.

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Shit.

That was the only thought running through my head as I opened the doors to Middlebrow High. Would they accept me? Would they be homophobic?

My thoughts were running wild as I continued to walk to my home for the past year, the locker room. My hand began to sweat as I clutched onto the door handle into a possible doom. Stalling was not going to help my nerves so with a big breath my hand twisted the door nob and I slammed open the door with a force that caused the echo to immediately capture the attention of the entirety of the team as their attention turned to me their gazes locking. No matter how much I wanted to curl up into a ball on the spot I puffed up my chest and made my stance seem taller, in attempt to look more intimidating, as I tried to keep up a facade that I was confident even though I was having a panic attack on the inside.

The whole team was silent, some of them with their mouths opened in a gobsmacked manner as if they weren't expecting this news at all. I suppose it is a shock as I don't act like what they stereotypically identify as gay but that is just a stereotype and I am definitely hella gay.

I was out at school and had admitted it to my team. A majority of them were accepting but I could tell beneath the facades that they put up and the slight hatred that they repressed in their eyes that some of them were homophobic ass holes and indeed did not accept me for who I was but none of them dared to say a bad word to me so I was fine with that.

The one thing that I did not expect when the rumours had spread around the school, about me being gay, was the amount of popularity that seemed to come with it. For some odd reason, I seemed to have been placed on peoples shoulders and held up like a trophy of victory as a symbol to people that it was okay to admit who you were. 

They were inspired.

Having an openly gay quarterback on the team and still managing to maintain the popularity status, that I had been awarded by the typical social hierarchy, meant that a flurry of other members of the LGBT community had also felt like they could be comfortable enough to come out and own who they were without fear for judgement because if anyone said a bad word to them they would also be, in an indirect way, saying a bad thing about me and the one thing that nobody wanted to do was say a bad word against me.

So I was out and how did it feel?

It felt fucking fantastic to be me.