Real Men Don't Cry

Hasaciah Alegre, star-quarterback of the football team, popular, golden boy. That is who everyone knows him as. Though it didn't matter none of them know the real him, just the facade he created in order to protect himself. They don't know about the razor cutting away at the flesh on his arm, the pills pumped out his stomach, all the holes punched into the wall, the tear soaked pillows. They would never know and he'd make sure of that. He was ashamed, disgusted even for feeling this way. A stranger in his own body.

Hasaciah never struggled keeping up the act until meeting Armani. She asked questions no one else dared to and they way she simply carried herself drawn him to her like metal to a magnet. He never got his chance to ask her out, but luck was on his side apparently as the teacher paired them up to work on a book report together.