The Nerd and the Bully (boyxboy)

Prologue/Background

I had always knew I was gay, but I didn't confirm it till I was eleven. It was a moment I would never forget. A moment that was amazing and scary scrambled into one feeling I cannot say into one word.

Two thousand and one was the year that started the bullying, the rape attempt, everything. It was during elementary school, the teacher decided to give everyone an early break time for passing our tests with a 93 percent or higher. All the students were playing together, playing tag, the swing sets or hide-and-seek. It was fun; of course, it would be fun, I'm playing with my friends and best friend. Or if you would even call them your best friend.

We were running around in the playground playing tag, I accidentally tripped on my own two feet. How's that possible, I don't even know. I thought I fell to the grass but my lips felt something. Felt something that wasn't grass-y or dirty; my lips felt something soft and smooth. A pair.

Opening my eyes, I noticed I fell on top of a boy but not just any boy, my best friend. Our lips just touched for a moment but I could tell from that moment, it confirmed my suspicions about myself.

His crying woke me from my daze, I quickly got off him and started rubbing his back to comfort him thinking he was in some sort of pain. Instead, he pushed me away from him.

"I'm not a faggot," he cried out. You could see the disgust in his eyes that are filled with tears. "You're disgusting, we're not friends!"

When he said that, I started crying. That hurt me the most, he was the only friend I hold dear. I guess, not anymore. The teacher heard us crying, quickly walking over to help us. He kept asking what was wrong but I didn't have the strength to say anything with my tears. Neither did my best friend, I mean ex-best friend.

After what happened, he told the whole school I was gay the next day. People started bullying me, the younger ones and the older. Including, a few teachers. This went on for at least two months. I would go home with scrapes and bruises, that weren't visible. My brothers on the other hand, were able to tell I was in pain and confronted my parents about it. Let's say I got scolded for not telling anything to anybody.

Since it was a weekend, my parents had to wait till Monday to confront the teachers. My parents would always look at me and whisper amongst themselves, "If I find out who started this, they will be in so much trouble when they find out I found out about this whole thing."

Once Monday came, they immediatsly went to a tescher. The teacher's heart ached from what we told her and she decided to speak with the principal. She spoke to the principal but he didn't do anything, only talked crap about our sexuality. The principal was sayinging things like we are an abomination doesn't matter if you are young or old, "Ms. Apple, if you really cared for your students, you would have taken that gay out of your class."

Ms. Apple was really offended by what the principal said as she's a lesbian. Quickly, she appeared at our doorsteps and told my parents everything about what happened, my parents choose to transfer. I agreed with them, it's not like I have a choice or anything. I got no friends besides Ms. Apple because apparently I'm a "gay" and a "disease".

After transferring, I never saw my ex-friend or school ever again, and I don't think I ever will. With every transfer, the bullying was still there. So, I kept transferring whenever the bullying got worse. By worse, I mean I almost died. On my way to heaven. Escalator going up and glowing with a light shining down on me. You see where I'm going here?

Anyways, I've been to a total of twenty-nine schools already and each one ended the same way. I hope this is the last.