Gay-Jay

#EffMyLife

CHAPTER TWO:

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         So, my day really didnt get any better. I mean, I barely got through any of my classes with even the slightest bit of a working attention span, I had a shit load of homework by the end of the day, and Krista had been telling everyone what I had 'done' to her. And apparently, it was the same exact thing she told Mr. Wanker. That I grabbed her by the arm furiously, and told her she was a fucking whore that needed to have her vagina sewn shut. However, I think that everybody knew that she would try to shove something in there so hard that it would rip open on the first try. And the sickest part is that she would have enjoyed it.

          I drove home, taking quite a few detours, nervously trying to avoid finding out if my parents had heard from Mr. Wanker. If they had, my life would be on lockdown. Just like in Harry Potter, when the abusive Aunt and Uncle put bars on Harry's window. But I knew that I couldnt aviod the inevitable, so I went home, and braced myself. Maybe I would tell them that I almost got kidnapped on my way out of school, but for some unknown reason, the attacker fled--just to lessen the blow if they did know. Chances of that plan working, were slim, though. See, even though I never did any of the accused things, my parents wouldnt listen. And if they thought I had done it, then they would know my ulterior motive.

       As soon as I stepped foot inside of the house, my mother--Kimberly--freaked. Um, like, to the triple extreme. She met me at the door even before I got passed the rug infront of the door. But, it wasn't because of what I thought it was going to be about (meaning: the incident with Krista.) Instead, It was about something that terrified me all the more.

          My mom hugged me like I'd been dead for several minutes and woke up miraculously.

          "Um, mom?"

          "I love you, honey. You have to know that. No matter what. Why wouldn't you tell me. Just because I'm old doesnt mean I wouldnt understand." She rambled on.

              "Mom, what the hell are you talking about?"

              "Honey, don't worry. I love you. And just so you know, my best friend in High School was gay, and that leaves me with a very knowledgeable basis on what things happen in a relation"--

              My blood froze and so did I, but I spoke instantly. "Mom.... how.... when.... what the HELL is going on?"

              "Aj, don't pretend with me. I know that your gay." She was still hugging me, and now she was kissing the top of my head frantically.

              "Mom, STOP!" I pushed her away.

              "Aj--"

              "Who told you that?" I began to hyperventilate.

              "Krista. She called me and told me that you two broke up today, and that's the reason why." My mom explained, with a softness in her eyes.

               I couldnt believe it. Well, actually, I could--but still! How did Krista even know? I didnt even break up with her for that reason! Unless... unless someone told her.

                 "Mom, Krista is a bitch. Don't listen to anything she says."

               "Aj, that is not okay to say about someone. Even if they are making up stuff. Did she lie to me Aj?"

                I thought about saying 'no', but then I kind of realized that the response would technically would be a lie.

               "Mom, Krista doesnt like rejection. She thinks she's perfect. She only assumes the reasons why people do things, and believe me. Being gay wasnt the reason."

              My mom looked at me, a little skeptical, and my jaw started to tremble. "I don't think you're being honest. At least--not fully honest."

               That was the moment that I broke down. I swear, I had never cried SO hard in my life. As soon as I dropped to my knees, my mom dropped down and hugged me tight as I sobbed.

                "Mom... I'm so sorry." I continued to bawl.

               "Oh, honey, dont be!" She tried to soothe me, but I still felt like I was going to choke on my tears.

               "Look at me." She said.

               I hesitantly looked up at her face.

               "I love you, Aj Laroux. Gay, Straight, Bi-sexual, I love you. I always will."

               "Everything is going to change! And Dad? What about dad? What will he think?"

               My mom hesitated and I knew that she didnt quite know, either. "Why don't you go get washed up for dinner and get your homework done? I'll talk to your father. You have nothing to worry about, Aj. Your father and I will always be here for you."

                   I wiped my eyes, and stood, still heaving between sobs. That was the moment that I realized it was okay to cry. To vent. To let the people you love most know what's going on in your life, and how it effects you. I realized that even the jockiest-looking of guys, could break down in a time of despair. That sometimes the strongest way to fight sorrow was to fight it with emotions.

Dinner was pretty quiet that night... though my dad didn't know anything--yet--the awkward silence between my mother and I was very apparent.

"So, Aj". My dad said. "How was school today?"

I tried to play cool. " Uhm", I felt my voice wobble. "It was good. Krista and I broke up." I said trying to make conversation."
"Oh, really?" His eyebrow raised.

"Yeah...she's just not the person she used to be." Neither am I, I added mentally.

"Well, it's like I always say. Treat the ladies with respect, and they'll walk all over you like the bitches they really are. Well...at that age anyway. When the women get to be your mother's age, they've gotten tired of the bad boys and try to look for a guy who will treat 'em right. You'll find the right girl... trust me." He winked.

My mother and I exchanged looks. Yeah, I thought. Maybe...

"Honey," My mother spoke up, prompting my dad's attention. "There's something that Aj and I would like to talk to you about, and we hope you'll be open-minded."

He slowed his chewing and looked up, cautiously. "Okay."

"Well, Aj is having some identity issues--"

"Well, he is a teenage boy". My dad chuckled.

"--issues that the average teenage boy probably doesn't face."
"Oh my god, Aj. Are you....mensturating."
"What?!" I yelped.

"I mean, you can be honest." He pressed.

"NO! Dad, I'M A GUY! I obviously don't mensturate."

"Well, science is always changing, and you never know what changes can happen during puberty--"
"DAD! I'M NOT MENSTURATING! I'm...gay." I whispered the word.

His eyes locked to mine, frozen. "W-what?"

"I said I'm gay."

For a moment he sat there in silence.
Suddenly his chair was kocked over in an angry rage.

"WHAT?! ARE YOU TELLING ME...THAT MY SON IS A QUEER?!"
"Well, thanks for making your feelings blunt, dad."
"THIS IS A FUCKING OUTRAGE! NO. NO WAY IS MY SON GOING TO BE A COCK SUCKING, ASS HOLE BANGING, CUM GUZZLING FAGGOT!" He hollared pissed.