-Ian's Point of View-
People always seem to know how to heal a broken heart; I've always been the one who wondered where they go to get broken, and because I'm gay nobody at school wants to sit by me, but I don't really mind, it gives me more time to think to myself. I hear a tray being sat down at my table. I look up; it's Anthony Padilla, captain of any varsity team at this school.
"Don't look at me dork," his voice was calm, which scares me more than his shouting.
"Then why'd you sit here?" I sass back. My brain tells me to stop now, but I don't listen to my conscience.
"Because..." Had I stumped him? "Because there was no other seat." I look around and there was a whole bunch of seats left in the cafeteria. I stay silent for the whole lunch period; after finishing lunch I head to my locker.
I was tripped by one of Anthony's goons. All the teachers are in the teachers' lounge across the school and every one is at lunch. No ones here to save me this time around.
"Fag," they scream each time the punch, kick, or cause any other harm to my body.
"Stop!" I hear a voice, I barely lift my head and see that it's just Anthony here to join in the beating. "Let me finish him off, go away," he growls.
They nod and head off. Instead of feeling a punch or any pain, I felt someone brushing a hair out of my face. Anthony's face is right in front of mine, only inches away.
"You have nice blue eyes," he complimented... I think?
"T-thanks," I say unsure.
His face is so close like he is about to kiss me; the bell rings and I was saved by the bell.
"Meet me by the field at the end of the day," he whispers into my ear.
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By the end of the day my whole body was shaking; what was he planning to do with me? I see him leaning on the schools brick wall. Alone. He smiles and walks over to me.
"Where'd I leave off... Oh, yeah," he presses his lips to mine, I was unsure so I kiss back, I tilt my head to the right and the kiss felt more real.
There is no way Anthony is gay, he's the biggest homophobic at school. He must be planning something, but at the moment I really don't care.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked.
"Because I wanted to," he smirks.
A/N- How are you Oreos likening the story so far?-Olivia
