*Author's note.. ok, so this is my first story.. and truthfully I don't totally know what is going to become of it.. so, let me just start of with saying don't hate.. I read this story a while ago from another author who wanted to see inside David Karofsky's head.. it was really interesting, so I decided why not try it out.. so here i go..*
Walking through the halls was harder with Hummel back. It was as if any move I made to insult him would have him telling ... about me.
The worst part is, there is no one I can talk to.
Azimio, my pal in crime (literally), used to be so attractive to me. Everything he did, every sneer he made at those glee club losers used to turn me on, now I'm as insulted as Hummel would be.
I started to think about it.
What if I moved to another school.
I could enjoy playing football with out worrying every moment that someone was going to tell about my sexuality.
There would be new people there. No one would care about my past.
My past...I thought.
Kissing Kurt. 'Dating' Santana. Prom King.
I thought again.. Kissing Kurt.
My first enjoyable kiss.. I always thought I was stupid when people cared so much about their first kiss. My first kiss was with some girl, some meaningless girl who just wanted to make out. It did nothing for me, yet kissing Kurt was the best experience I've had. The way our lips matched up.. the way it felt.. it was beautiful.. I can only dream now of kissing another guy. And I do...
Everyday, I keep wishing that I was straight and could just like girls, and be normal.
For once I'd like to feel how normal guys feel... because its not like this... They don't feel like this. Normal guys don't look at a football team and see the color of everyone's eyes, or think to themselves he is just so gorgeous, or the way red and black look on his skin is irresistible. They don't think that. They don't look forward to the end of practice when everyone is getting undressed in the locker room.
I wish I didn't have to live worrying.. it's hard. Its just... its... so hard..
I think I'm going to have to move.
*Okkk...so just keep in mind it is my first story.. but do you like? PLEASE comment.. I'd love that! :) thanks again for reading!*