The school was bustling with noise, peers chatting with one another, jocks ranting over the game last week, and the popular people talking about who's dating who. Yep, this a normal day in the high school life, I find it marvelous, note the sarcasm.
In everyone's eyes I'm just the little nerd that can't defend himself. I walk to my locker and it has Fag sprayed cross it. I ignore it and just set my stuff in there carrying a long like the spray paint didn't bother me.
I walk with my head held low, I collide into some one in the hallway. I look up and it's the football's team captain, Anthony Padilla.
"Oops, sorry Ian," he gets himself up, then offers a hand to help me up. I grab his hand, I felt electricity jolt up my arm.
"I-It's alright," I stutter, looking him in the eye.
He nods, then scurries off to his group, looking back at me smiling. Anthony was never rude or cruel, that's why love him. He's kind, generous, and every thing I wish to be like. Some one who's admired by all, even by teachers.
I look at Anthony, his eyes were averted towards me. Our eyes make contact, my heart begins to race, pounding in my chest. Is this what love feels like?
Anthony waves his hand for me to meet him in the janitor's closet. I wasn't scared, but curious on what Anthony is about to do.
I walk in and see Anthony pacing. I put a hand on his shoulder, as if I'm telling him to stop. He stops when he looks at me.
"Ian, I didn't think you would come," Anthony gives me one of his million dollar smiles.
"Why?"
"Because, I thought you'd be to scared to come be in a room with me. Alone," he hangs his head down.
I take two fingers and tilt his head up, "Anthony I trust you more than those buffoons."
I didn't expect what he did next, he leans forward and kiss my lips softly. I didn't stop him though, instead I kiss back. The moment is perfect.
