Chapter 8

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Now my life is sweet like cinnamon
Like a fu.cking dream I'm living in
Baby love me cause I'm playing on the radio
(How do you like me now?)

Pick me up and take me like a vitamin
'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom oh yeah
Baby love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio
(How do you like me now?)

Radio - Lana Del Rey

At school, all of a sudden, Stiles was getting recognized. But not the way he expected. They actually wanted to be with him. He thought he'd be noticed but as the kid who got bullied but it was the other way around.

He was walking down the hallway towards Math until he saw a couple of "Jocks" slamming someone he never noticed before into a wall. People laughing at him. Calling him names.

He thought about himself and how he wouldve felt if he had been that "kid". He quickly walked and pushed people out of the way to get to the "kid" that was being bullied.

"Hey! Everyone just back off!"

He got surprised looks from many of them and glares from the "jocks".

He finally got a good look at those that were bullying the "kid". The one that looked like he led the whole thing was Vincent.

"Stiles," he huffed, "I always knew you were a fag from the moment I saw you." he said.

Everyone looked at Stiles as if to see conformation that he was gay.

Stiles just laughed. Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. He was okay though. He didnt care.

"Okay people. Yes I am gay," he pointed at Vincent, "but the fact that he used the word 'fag' to try to insult me was really funny" he chuckled at the end.

Some people nodded in agreement. "It doesnt change anything about me. And I was 'Born this way'. What he said- It just tells you more about me. Its only a part of me. And its not something I can or would change. And plus everyone should be happy no matter what your sexual orientation is. Gay, lesbian, Bisexual, Pansexual, it doesnt matter. Express it. Be happy with who you are..."

He put his hand out for the "kid" to grab and he quickly did. He helped him up and they pushed themselves through the horde of people. Watching them he noticed some of them had theyre phones out and were recording.

He just ignored them and looked back to see if the "kid" was still following. When they were finally away from everyone and all alone the "kid" finally mumbled a thank you. "No problem" Stiles said back.

Finally he took a good look at the "kid".

He had shaggy brown hair that kind of covered his forehead. He had perfect straight teeth. And he had an orange sweater with black jeans.

He's good looking and im pretty sure any girl would fall for him.

Stiles cleared his throat and asked, "Hey, umm, are you new here? I havent you seen around, so I think the answer is 'yes' right?"

The new "kid" just nodded.

"Thanks again for sticking up for me. I really appreciate it. Its been a long time since someone actually cared." the new "kid" stopped to look at Stiles and put out his hand for him to shake.

"Connor. Connor Franta."

Stiles put out his hand and shook it.

"Stiles. Stiles Stilinski."

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