In The Closet With You

8

Trigger Warning: Bullying, the word fag is used.

Allen

James and I had been in a relationship for almost a week and it was going well. We had a new routine that seemed to make our days better. Every night, we were able lay next to each other comfortably and every morning I got to hold James close. Every day at school, I escorted James to lunch which just meant being able to talk to him more as well as know that he will be safe. I loved the conversations we would have, even when they seem simple or meaningless. Each conversation meant seeing James smile. 

James and I were on our way to our first class, enjoying our casual conversation. "Come on, James. Your mom misses you. Noelle misses you." James crossed his arms. "You barely been home."

"I know, I know. I was gonna go home today." He looked at me with his big, beautiful eyes. "You're coming too, just so you know."

I smiled at him. "I don't even get a choice?"

James let out a small laugh. "Not this time."

Suddenly our conversation was put on pause due to Jake grabbing James. He placed a hand on James' shoulder before speaking. "What're you fags talking about this time?" 

James tensed and I rolled my eyes. Ever since I started walking with James and Henry to lunch, Jake became even more of an asshole. He would follow us every morning; we tried a different route but, after a day or two, he found our new route.

"Seriously, Jake. Fuck off."

He scowled at me before turning his attention to James. "I see that you still have this boy toy with you." He placed his hand on the back of James' neck. "Even for a fag, you could do so much better." 

I resisted the urge to punch him in the face and cleared my throat. I grabbed Jake's wrist and moved it away from James. "Back off, Jake. Maybe try talking to someone who gives a shit about what you say." I could sense Jake's anger as he pulled away. "Leave James alone. Or else."

Jake rolled his eyes. "See you later, fag." He shoved James before walking away.

"Are you okay?"

James smiled. "Always am. He's been getting on my nerves more than usual."

I chuckled. "He's been getting on everyone's nerves. I'm starting to see why Henry thinks Jake has a crush on you."

James' cheeks became pink and he shook his head. "I don't see it."

I raised a brow. "Really?" He shrugged. "Oh, come on! The way he ignores literally everyone just to talk to you. Rudely, but he talks to you. The way he grabs you and gets all up close and personal. You don't see it?"

He shrugged. "Not really."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh well." I smirked. "I'm just glad that he sees me as a threat."

James chuckled. "Let's just get to class."

Our entire class was just learning about the stock market, which we did yesterday. I'll never use this information, so why am I hearing about it? I didn't want to waste pages on this material, but there was going to be a test so notes are necessary. I was bored out of my mind so, of course, I tune out the teacher. I wrote what was on the board and began to doodle in my notebook. First off, a skull. Melting eyeballs, horns, and flames. The next step was shading, possibly my favorite part. I looked at the finished product and sighed. Of course, the doodle in my notebook is perfect. Why can't this happen in my sketch book? A little while after my doodle was completed, the bell rang. 

I sighed in relief. "Finally!" 

James rolled his eyes as we packed up our stuff. "You're so dramatic."