1, 2, 3, 4, 5….

I began counting in my head, waiting my part to come in our last song for the last time we would perform our Spring Musical, 'Hairspray.'

22, 23, 24, 25, 26….

By now the leading lady in the musical had started singing her part, pushing away 'Amber'.

42, 43, 44, 45, 46—

"Ever since this whole world began, a woman found out if she shook it, she could shake up a man. So I'm gonna shake and shimmy it the best that I can today" My own voice echoed quietly, but loud enough for the crowd to hear under my partner, 'Tracy's', voice. "'Cause you can't stop the motion of the ocean or the sun in the sky! You can wonder if you wanna, but I never ask why, and if you try to hold me down I'm gonna spit in your eye and say," in the mix of the swift movements we made during the song, my arms were around the younger dark-haired female. "You can't stop the beat!" I looked down into her bright green eyes, seeing the reflection in them of my blue, and dived down for the kiss.

Hand and hand, we all bowed in front of the school. As the auditorium filled with applauds and yells, I scanned my eyes around the lot. Freshmen were in the front left, sophomores in the back left, juniors in the back right, and seniors in the front right. My eyes stopped as I found a smaller looking boy in the Juniors. From afar, all I could see was a brunette flawless pale skin wearing black skinny jeans that hugged his legs tightly and a grey Marilyn Manson shirt. He was being brought in by one of the counselors, only to be left hugging himself in one of the seats in somewhat of an awkward embrace.

"Adam! Come on!" The leading lady, Stephanie, tugged my arm. Shit.

I blinked once, out of my daze. "Shit, sorry!" I whispered to her, giving the crowd one last smile and wave before being pulled off the stage.

"So are you coming to the dance tonight?" Stephanie pulled me into the dressing room before we could be pumbled with compliments and hugs. She sat me on one of the seats that faced the mirror and began to comb my recently-dyed black hair. Naturally, I was a redhead, as much as I hate to admit it. I was loving the black though- I wasn't much into anything extremely dark, but I loved black. The only reason I got permission to dye it in the first place was for my role of Link Larkin.

I felt a quiet moan escape my mouth, feeling the bristles on my scalp. "Of course. Are you going with anyone?" I felt the stroking stop. Did someone not ask her, or..? I looked up at her expression of her reflection on the mirror. No, no one asked her. "Will you go with me?"

The brunette's frown quickly evaded as she pulled me in for a hug from the back. "Thank you so much, Adam!" She quickly kissed my cheek and let me go, going back to combing out all of the hairspray I had to use. "Why, did no one ask you?"

I looked at her blankly, letting my mind drift from the subject. "By a girl I didn't know" I eyed her dress through the mirror, keeping my gaze away from her eye. I knew what questions were coming, and I hated having to lie so much… You see, I haven't yet exactly 'come out of the closet'. All I could do was sit and wait for the questioning to start.

"Oh." She ran a hand through my hair after the combed the black mess out. "Why not?" Shit.

She walked across the room and came back a few seconds later, handing me something I assumed was a make-up removing cloth and awaited my answer. I got up from the chair without thinking and shook my head once. "Not my type" was all I could think of right on the spot. I heard her say my name quietly as I walked towards the door.

"Adam, stop. Is it so damn hard to say?" Is what so damn hard to say? I turned around to face the girl, trying to find the answer in her green eyes. She knew. She knew why. I felt my knees go weak.

I leaned my back on the door, facing her now. I let myself sink down onto the floor, my eyes following."How long have you known?" I looked back up, giving her a defeated look. She knew. If she knew, who else knew? I hadn't told anyone. I thought I was hiding it pretty well… People suspected things, and hell, I was called names all the time- but I had never once actually told anyone.

She walked over to my side and grasped my arm. "Adam, it's nothing to be ashamed about…" She tugged on my arm in attempt to make me stand, but failed. I stayed in place, keeping my eyes on the ground. 'Nothing to be ashamed of' my ass. I'm a faggot. I'm just another gayass faggot. "Adam.." She whined again, sitting down beside me when she knew I wouldn't move. I felt a hand on my chin, forcing me to look up. I met eyes with hers, feeling my lip quiver once. "Adam, talk to me."

"I don't wanna talk" I kept my eyes on her, letting her know that that was the full truth. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to go home, take a long bath, then go to bed and start the weekend on repeat.

"If you ever need to talk," She stood up and held out her hand for me to grab. "I'm here."

I took her hand and she pulled me up, standing me on my feet. Though I'm a guy, this girl was extremely strong. Age-wise we didn't have much of a difference either, considering she was a senior and I was only a junior. She earned a half smile from me. "Thank you." I pulled her in for a quick hug before smiling once more, though only a cover-up. Great. So someone knew. Great.

"How was the show?" I set my black school bag on the kitchen counter and watched as my mother started making our dinner for the night. The room filled with the smell of the spaghetti sauce and beef she was starting to heat up.

"Great!" I smiled widely. I eyed the food the was currently making and made my way over into the kitchen, finding some uncooked noodles from the cabinet and set them out for her. "Is it okay if I go out tonight? There's the-"

"Dance." She finished my sentence and turned to me, a smile on her face. "Are you taking someone?"

I nodded once, not really wanting to go through this conversation. She stood there staring at me, waiting for me to tell her who it was, I assumed. "Well, Go on." Her smile grew wider.

I simply shrugged once. "A friend." I went to go take a seat on the kitchen counter, by the stove where she was at.

She raised a brow. "Do I know this friend?" I nodded in response and when I thought her smile couldn't get any wider, it did. "Who?"

I let out a small sigh. "Stephanie."

Her brow rose slightly once at me before taking the bag of noodles and placing them in a bowl of boiling water over the stove. She admired her work for a second and checked to see if there was anything else to do before turning towards me fully. "The bigger one?" Bigger? What the hell was that supposed to mean? I gave her a slightly confused look before realizing she was talking about her weight.

"I guess…" I mumbled, giving off a half-hearted smile.

"I didn't know you and her had a thing going-"

"-we don't!" I interrupted her, slightly gasping that it came out of my mouth. "Er..I mean, we're good friends, but she's…" Once again, I went with my usual excuse. "Not my type." I looked at her for a second seeing a hint of being let down in her eyes before mine quickly found their way to the ground.

I wasn't sure how much time passed by before I felt a hand on my knee, making me jump at the sudden touch. My eyes were met with my mothers. "Adam" was all she said. I felt my lip quiver as it had earlier, not sure what was happening. "Adam, what is exactly your type?" I felt my stomach curl. What? Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. Not this. I'm not ready for this. She can't know, she just can't. Not two people in one day. "Don't take it the wrong way, sweetie… I just want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours…" Her hand moved on my knee that made me tense up. Even if I tried, I couldn't find it in myself to look at her. You wanna know what's going on in my head? Penis. Penis is going on in my head. Despite how serious of a conversation this is, I had to try to fight off a smirk at my own thought.

She seemed to feel how tense I was becoming and let me go, turning toward the stove again, pulling out a spoon and beginning to stir the under-cooked noodles. "Nevermind, honey. Have fun at the dance." She turned her head to face me for a second, flashing me a forced smile, but I was already out of the room.

"Can you believe her? She was all up on him! God, can you believe him? I swear you could almost see his cock-" Stephanie threw her arms around me before she could finish her sentence. "Adam!" I let out a loud laugh, wrapping my arms around the smaller girl.

"Hey, Steph!"

"Where the hell have you been all day?! Nevermind that! Oh, Adam, last night was so amazing!" Her arms tightened around me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Anything for my Tracy!" I smiled widely and let her go, slightly hoping she would do the same. People were staring. I looked across from us to find two of her friends that I had met last night at the dance. A pale redhead, Leslie, and a short lavender haired one who was waving me over to sit by her, Kaitlin.

"Wait, who's cock are we talking about?" I heard the redhead say, past Stephanie's giggles as she let go. Suddenly interested in the conversation, I took my seat by Kaitlin was I was told to do. The lavender-haired-wonder stood up from her seat with her hand held high.

"Mine! My cock! My cock was throbbing!"

With an elbow rested on the table, I quickly covered up my mouth to suppress the laugh that was coming up from the stares and laughter that was aimed towards her from countless people around that had heard her. She immediately took her seat with a blank look.

"Fuck, I'm not here."

"Oh, come on. I'll take care of your throbbing cock for you." I joked, regretting it the second I said it. Her eyes slightly widened.

"Bitch, please. That cock is mine." Leslie budded in jokingly. Hell, why didn't I ever talk to these two before?

"Woah, there." She smirked lightly. "I didn't know you rolled that way-"

"I don't!" I interrupted the girl, not meaning to. Shit, I was getting so defensive.

Her eyes rolled, not giving it too much attention. "Chill, I wouldn't care if you were or weren't."

I looked at the girl, unsure what to say. To hell with that. Yeah, she would. Everyone would. God, can't I have just one day without this coming up?

The red-haired girl across from my eyed me wearily. Shit, what? Giving me a sympathetic look, she decided to just drop it and go back into the conversation about Kaitlin's throbbing cock.

Oh, slow it a down

No…

Hey, slow it down

I stared idly at the board across the room, not paying much attention to what was happening around me. A bunch of preps gossiping in the front of the room, jocks and athletes planning some party, nerds in the opposite corner, mouths gaping at the preps…Nothing out of the usual. Nothing out of the usual until the teacher had walked back in..

"Students, this is Thomas Ratliff. He's a new student here. I assume you will treat him with your upmost respect."

Brown hair fell around the elfish boy's pale white skin, covering up one of his delicious-looking brown eyes. A dark red pair of worn-down skinny jeans hugged to his legs and there was a hint of a grey shirt shown underneath his black jacket. Thomas, with crossed arms, dug his nails into his skin, giving Mrs. I-Don't-Even-Care-Enough-To-Know-This-Fuckass'-Name hidden glare as she walked towards her seat as the boy just stood there in the middle of the room a bit awkwardly. He cleared his throat as if he were waiting for something, which seemed to grab Mrs. Fuckass' attention. "Oh, sorry, Mr. Ratliff." I could see her scan the room in the corner of my eye, unable to take them off of Thomas Ratliff. "Take a seat by Mr. Lambert. Adam, raise your hand, please." Wait- Mr. Lambert- Adam- What-

"I, um.." What was I even going to say? I half-way raised my hand before the brunette was making his way towards me. Shit, shit, shit. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He thinks I'm a freak for staring, what's wrong with me, shit, shit, shit.

He walked past me, sitting on my right. Fuck, fuck.

I try to keep my eyes on my desk as I notice him looking me over. I tapped my foot quietly as a nervous habit. Oh god.

I turned my attention to the sheet below me, that hardly had even a verse I had begun to write on it, picking up my pen and began to write again what came into my head as I noticed Thomas look back at me.

What do you want from me?

Yeah, I'm a freak.

So what do you want from me?