"Thanks for helping me with my work today," Zack said.
"Yeah, of course." I said. Damn, that was an excruciating 45 minutes of fighting this urge that only seemed to grow. "Anytime."
"Say, if you aren't doing anything later," he said while we made our way to our next class, "would it be alright if I could tag along and hang?"
"Yeah. Of course. You could meet my best friend, Destany. You'll love her."
"Cool," he said. "She sounds awesome."
"Yeah, she is. Anyways, which dorm do you live in?"
"I live in dorm 2."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Why do you sound so surprised?"
"Because I live in dorm 5."
"No way!! Cool."
"Yeah. Anyways, I have to get to my next class. I'm going to math."
"Cool. So am I."
What? as if it couldn't get any more complicated, he's got the same schedule for both Math and English.
"Say, Zack, what classes did you register for?"
"Well, I'm not sure what I've got off the top of my head, but I wrote down what classes I have throughout the week."
"Could you show me?"
"Yeah, sure. One sec."
He reached into his backpack to pull out his weekly schedule. I couldn't help but notice that he kept his backpack neat and organized.
"Here we are," he said, "one schedule, ready for delivery."
And he makes dad jokes?
"Thanks... Well then," I said in surprise.
"What?" he asked.
"It would appear we have the same schedule."
"Oh cool! We can be partners in every classroom."
"Sounds like a plan."
Well shit. There goes any chance that I have of ever trying to stave this feeling I have of Zack. Not only do we have every class together, but he's only a few doors down form me. I don't know what to do. I can't think straight. This feeling that I have for Zack, it's wrong, and I know it. At least, I think it's wrong. Growing up, we were always taught by every adult that being homosexual is wrong, that, by loving someone of the same gender, the person is considered to be infected with some disease, which apparently threatens mankind as we know it. Which means something is very wrong with me.
Or, maybe not. Because, growing up, I've always loved girls more than guys. I never saw any of my friends that were boys as more than that. But I did for Destany. At least, until Zack showed up. What does this mean? Am I an abomination, or have my parents and all the adults around me been lying about how being gay is bad? Why would they then go to great lengths to keep everyone from doing that? Because they're different? I don't know, but I do know one thing: I have definite feelings for Zack, and I don't know how to deal with them.
