Even as a Freak

He looks at me. I nod my head, and stand to leave. "You belong to her." I whisper.
"Logan." He grabs at my hand, but I pull away.
"I'm still a freak, Keko. I'm nothing. She's hot as hell. Coming from a non-lesbian! She's cheerleader, she's everything but me! You should go up there. Be crowned Prom King, with the perfect Prom Queen."
And I turn on my heel, walking out. The dress flowed between my legs. I stopped at the door, and looked behind me.
Keko stood, and walked to the stage. Tears fill my eyes. She does deserve him.
Keko steps on the platform, and I watch. Wanting to turn away, but couldn't.
Keko took the microphone from the speaker.
"Everyone, please, listen. Katrina and I....we are...were the most beautifullest people ever. But, I've been with this girl...No, freak for a while. She's the one who showed me, myself. She showed me, that me and Katrina are the hideous people in this school. Sure, I have devilish good looks, and she's got the body of a seduce stripper, but we leaned on our beauty so much, we grew to be hideous. But, Logan, she showed her side to me. To all of you, she's hideous, outragous, crazy, everything but Katrina. And I agree. She is everything Katrina isn't. She's a book wri...she's a author, she's a freak, she's beautiful, she's emo, she's nerdy, she's not me. Or Katrina. But special of all, Logan, she's my queen."
Tears welled up in my eyes.
I smiled.
He did learned.
So much.
His eyes lock with mine.
"Logan, please come up here." He asks.
Katrina was standing still in horror.
"Logan, Logan, Logan!" The whole room chanted.
I sigh, and walk to Keko.
When on stage and grabs my waist and pulls me in. Pressing his precious lips on mine.
Not minding the crowd, or teachers around.