The Story of Us

Chapter 2

Still in kalebs POV it is just his thoughts in this chapter.

I knew that I was gay when I was around 15. The feelings creating a confusion that overpowered every other emotion in my entire body. However, there was no escape from myself. Let's just say I had more " man-crush-mondays" than half the skanks in my school. My school? Ah, right! I attended a very christian.......catholic school in a very small christian........catholic town. So, as you may have guessed, the "sudden change" in my sexual orientation was not all that appreciated. I was kicked out of my own home and sent to live with distant grandparents in upstate New York.
Of course, since I now lived hundreds of miles away from my old school, I was transferred into a new high school that was located only a few blocks away from the apartment building where I lived. I stayed there with my grandma and grandpa who both were hard of hearing, could barely walk, and were overly conservative just like my parents. Every evening, after school, I was forced to sit on the couch and listen to them preach to me verses to me from the bible. I think they thought that it would "cure me" of my sexuality. I tried my best to ignore it when I could but, it was really hard.
My new school was just like the old. However, here, the teachers seemed to be bigger assholes and the girls were much sluttier. I had to endure stupidity from my fellow classmates for over 6 and a half hours a day, 5 days a week. But, there was an upside to constantly wanting to bash my head against the desk: the boys were like gods here. Every single one of them....... DROP- DEAD GORGEOUS!
Out of all the male figures that could be considered pure eye candy, one always caught my full attention. I am sure I looked awkward just staring at this boy as he walked passed me. To be honest he looked just as good coming as he did going. So, I couldn't but stare. Who could? What with his dirty blond hair and his deep blue eyes. His face, oh my god, his face! Itvwas one that I am sure was sculpted by angles. The way he carried himself when he walked made me want him in more ways than one. I had to resist the urge to touch that beautiful body of his. And, even though I wanted him more than enythin in this world, I knew that he would never feel the same about me. He probably wasn't even gay! Besides, I didn't even know his name!

Putting a name out for yourself is a task faced by any and every high school student alive. And, usually, it is quite simple. For me, however, this proved to be more difficult than I had intended. You see, the teenagers here were much more stuck up and judgmental than anyone back home. If you did something that they didn't approve of.......get ready for an ass whooping. But, if you dressed how they dressed, liked what they liked, and did what they did, the very ground you walked on was considered holy. But, is that really worth giving up who you are? NO! My sexuality played a huge role in how people saw me. It didn't take long for me to be considered an outcast. I endured bullying no matter what day of the week it was. Never physical but, words are much more hurtful than any punch can be.
Each and every day I walked through those doors to my school, people would turn down the volume of their conversations. I knew the were discussing something not meant for my ears. Something about me. I had to just keep reminding myself glthat I am better than them. They judged people for what they saw on the outside rather than the inside. They hated me and probably every other human being that wasn't "perfect". However, I was above their hate. I was a strong and stable enough person to not let their words get to me. They hated me but I didn't!
It seemed as if the world was turning against me, somehow. It was as if a black cloud was always hanging over my head. First, my own parents kicked me out just because they had a " moral obligation". Then, I have to live with grandparents, whom I barely know. Now, that darkness has followed me to the one place where I seeked the smallest amount of sanity: school!