Different ❤Cake❤

~16

A!N

Oh I don't know anything about handball ( I usually use foot ball so I font confuse the Americans cx) so if this chapter sucks vv badly, bare with me. Ilya ❤ BTW VERY EMOTIONAL CHAPTER I JUSS WARNIN YUHH

Calum

"I didn't know you were gay" Jaren speaks up softly.

"I don't tell anyone" Jaren has been my best friend since he moved here from Scotland two years ago. Ive known since I was 12 in the sixth grade. I never liked girls. I never found them romantically or sexually attractive. But Luke. Gosh. His blue eyes give me butterflies. I mean I find them pretty, but I just find Luke so fucking sexy I just can't. Ive always thought Jaren was cute. I don't like like him, but he was just cute to me. It may seem confusing how you can tell you aren't right. That you aren't normal. Luke is just..he just make a me feel okay. I've had two girlfriends in the past. I felt bad for leading them on, then just dropping them. But I wasn't happy. I didn't like kissing girls. I didn't like the cute models in the magazines. I just didn't. But when I kiss Luke, electricity shoots all over and I just melt and take it in. You really could never know how much it hurt me when I called him fag boy or Homotic Bitch Lord. Honestly those aren't clever, and they just hurt. When ever I heard those words it hurt me. Because I'm gay. And I felt that saying it to one person meant they truly meant that about everyone that was different. Im sure I wouldn't be as popular as I am now if I hadn't made fun of Luke.. I feel terrible still I don't know of I can ever forgive myself. I dont know if Luke really forgives me, maybe he just wants to forget and move on. I'll always remember the terrible things. And I don't like that.

"I'm sorry" he says quietly. I look up into the soft green eyes I've come to know so well. I basically corrupted Jaren into being like this. I don't think he'd be as stuck up and rude like me if I hadn't befriended him. If I wasn't a prick. If I had told everyone. If I wasn't so mean to Luke. If I didn't think I was better sometimes.. If only. If only I was okay with what I am.

Tears slide down my face quickly.

"No I'm sorry" I snif and put on my helmet. He pata my back.

"Can we talk later?" He asks. I shrug.

"I guess" I turn around and search the crowds for Luke. Our school is humongous. There has to be over a thousand people, just from our school. I don't see a blonde tree in a black jacket. I sigh and buckle my helmet.

"WE HAVVEE THEE SOUTH WEST PORCUPINE CHEERLEADERS MAKING OUR COLORS SHINE BRIGHT, LOOK AT THEM GO!" The loud speaker says. I watch as the girls swing flags and do the splits and jumps. They are doing really good. All of our sports are good. Purple flies everywhere and I look down at my jersey.

Now you might think oh how cheesey of this bitch, but I realize school isn't about how popular you are, or how many friends you have, its about getting good grades, being happy and getting an education. Meeting new people, good people.

The band starts to play and the ques that the team has to go out onto the field.

"Bring it in Porcupines!" Coach Davis yells and we all huddle in a circle.

"Everyone know what to do?" My voice breaks, but I don't even care. "Joseph you got the back end and Trisa you kn-" I rattle off a few more and everyone is set.

"On three" Jaren says loudly and places his hand in the center of our circle. Everyone does the same, including me. No one jumps back this time. No queer germs.

The gay tormenting is done. God im hoping it is.

"ONE, TWO, THREE!" We all shout and raise our arms. Running onto the field, I finally catch a glimpse of Lucas Hemmings. Our eyes meet and he waves. I wave back and I can see his smile.

Ready.