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Tommy's POV
Well, here I am. First day at my new high school. It wasn't bad, it was bigger than my old school, though it could have been a little nicer, but it was still decent. But the one thing I didn't like about it…..the people. Everywhere I looked I saw some dude in a football jersey or some slut with orange skin from going tanning so fucking much. Just my luck, I have to get stuck at some school full of jocks and preps. My old school had football players and cheerleaders too of course, but they weren't bad, most of them were pretty nice and never really bothered anyone. But the people at this school were like your typical stereotypes.
'Great, this should be fun' I thought as I walked down the hallway trying to find my first class. Shit this school was like a damn maze. I was walking, not really watching where I was going when I literally ran into someone big, knocking me flat on my ass. I stood up quickly, to meet a huge guy in a football jersey. Woah.
"Hey watch where your gong faggot" he spat at me.
"Excuse me?"
Now normally, I was a pretty chill guy, but when someone called me that, I went off. Yeah I was gay so what, but nobody needed to know that. And I absolutely hated that fucking word.
"I said. Watch. Where. Your. Going. Faggot." He repeated.
"Hey what's goin on?" some other guy, also in a football jersey, came up to the guy who I knocked into. He looked at me "Hey aren't you the new kid?" I didn't answer him, just glared back and forth between the two of them.
"Yeah I think he is! what's wrong, you lost?" again I didn't answer. The guy snorted and knocked my books out of my hand and shoved me, hard, against the lockers. They walked away laughing.
'Assholes' I thought. My arm was throbbing where he pushed me. I picked up my books and continued to find my first class.
My first 3 classes went by in a blur, nobody really talked to me or paid me any attention, not that I cared. Then came my 4th class, English. I walked in and looked around. I immediately saw those two jocks from earlier. Great, that's my luck. I just glared at them and walked up to the teacher; a middle aged guy who looked nice enough.
"Um hi, I'm Tommy, I'm new" I told him, handing him my schedule.
"Oh, yeah ok. You can take a seat next to….Adam, he's over there" he pointed to the general direction of the corner and I turned my head to look…and froze.
A guy with raven black hair stared up at me. I assumed him to be Adam, and…wow, just wow. This guy was…gorgeous. He had black hair with side bangs that fell in front of his crystal blue eyes, which were rimmed with black eyeliner. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a black leather jacket. 'Well, it's about damn time' I thought. Finally, a guy who didn't look like a complete asshole and wasn't wearing something sports related. I walked over to him and set my books down on the desk next to his.
"Hi, I'm Tommy" I said to him and smiled. He looked up at me for a moment, seeming like he didn't know what to say, but then he spoke
"Adam" he said.
Wow his voice was different, not deep, more high pitched. Maybe he was gay? Well I assumed he was judging by the eyeliner, but it's not like I was gonna ask. I wanted to say something else to him but then the bell rang and the teacher signaled to start class. I tried to pay attention but I kept stealing glances at Adam. He didn't seem to be paying attention at all, not that I blamed him, this class was super boring. He had an open notebook on his desk and was writing in it. I couldn't tell what it said from here, but it was arranged in a style that looked like a poem or maybe song lyrics. But the way his face looked as he was writing….kind of worried me. He looked sad, depressed. Maybe it was just an emotional thing he was writing? I tapped my fingers on my desk. I needed to do something to pass the time. And I really wanted to talk to this Adam kid some more.
I tore a piece of paper out of my notebook and wrote: super boring lesson huh? What r u writing?'
I folded the paper and threw it on his desk. It landed right in the middle of his notebook. Score! He looked up at me, and unfolded the note. He read it and smiled slightly, a barely there smile. He wrote back and tossed the paper back on my desk. I unfolded it. It read: ha yeah. It's nothing I frowned and looked at him, but he had his head down, bent over his notebook. I sighed; I guess I would have to talk to him at the end of class.
When the teacher ended the lesson, I turned in my desk to face him. "That didn't look like nothing. What you were writing" I smiled at him. He looked up at me; his face didn't show any emotion, but his eyes….they were filled with nothing I've ever seen before. I saw sadness, emptiness, all in an ocean of blue that was his eyes. Wow that sounded cheesy, but it was true.
"Well it was" he told me, his voice showing no emotion. I frowned; I wasn't going to give up on this guy.
"Listen, I'm kinda new at this school and I have absolutely no idea where I'm going. Mind showing me around?" I asked. He hesitated
"Come on I don't bite" I said and smirked at him. He smiled back that half smile of his.
"Ok...i guess"
"Awesome!" I jumped out of my seat when the bell rang.
"Well come on!" I said to him, handing him my schedule. He looked at it.
"You have lunch next. You really need help finding the cafeteria?" he asked.
Shit I forgot lunch was my next 'class'. "Well you never know, I get lost easily" I told him.
He shook his head "follow me"
He started to walk down the hall. I followed him into the cafeteria, which was not hard to find at all. It was basically just a big space with tables and chairs sitting in the middle of the school.
"Wow, I guess this wasn't so hard to find" I said, and he chuckled once.
"Can I eat lunch with you?" I asked him.
He shrugged "it's a free country"
I smiled at sat down next to him. A little while later, another guy came to sit next to us.
"Hey Adam" he chirped in a high voice. He had a voice kind of like Adam's, high pitched but not really high pitched. He had cropped brown hair and brown eyes. He was very muscular, and could pass as a football player if it wasn't for his skinny jeans and eyeliner.
He looked at me "Hey…."
"Tommy" I finished his sentence for him and held out my hand.
"Cassidy" he shook my hand. "Are you new here? I've never seen you before"
"Yeah, I'm knew" I smiled.
"Ah, so your friends with Adam?" he asked. I looked at Adam, when he didn't say anything I spoke
"Well kinda, I just met him today, he was showing me around and stuff"
"Oh, that's nice" he said looking over at Adam and smiling. It was a warm, caring smile, and it made me a little curious.
"I'll be back" Adam said suddenly, standing up and walking toward the direction of the bathrooms.
I turned toward Cassidy once he was gone. "So how long have you known Adam?" I asked him.
"A couple years…he's like a brother to me, but….he needs someone like you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well he's….depressed? I guess you can say. And not your typical teenage depression, he's got it kinda bad" Cassidy's eyes were filled with sadness.
"What? Why?" I didn't have much experience with depression myself, but I had read about it and stuff. It wasn't good and could lead to suicide. Oh shit, don't wanna thing about that.
"Well, he's gay, I am too in case you were wondering" his eyes turned dark for a moment.
"I kinda figured. It's okay, I am too" I said without thinking, but somehow I knew I could trust Cassidy.
"Really?" he asked.
"Well, yeah, really" I smiled. He smiled back, and went on.
"Well, he gets a lot of shit about it. I don't know if you've noticed but the people around here aren't exactly accepting"
"Yeah, I've noticed" I rolled up my sleeve to show him the big bruise that had formed on my arm when those dicks from earlier pushed me.
"Woah, what happened there?" he asked me. I told him what happened and he just shook his head.
"So what else about Adam?" I asked changing the subject. "Surely he can't be so depressed from a couple of assholes calling him names and shit"
"No...it's more than that. I don't even know why I'm telling you all this but... It's not just school, it's at home too. His parents are just as bad as the kids here. They don't even know he's gay, and if they ever found out...i don't even know what they would do"
I shuddered. "Wow, that's horrible"
I wanted to cry right there. I felt so bad for him. Mainly because I knew where he was coming from, my parents were the exact same way. If my parents ever found out i was gay….i shuddered again. I barely knew Adam but he was just so nice, I knew he would never hurt anybody. So why did people want to hurt him? I was an emotionally strong person, and could handle my parents and the asshole students. But Adam? He didn't seem very strong, and I couldn't imagine him having to go through what I did. Why would anyone want to hurt someone as sweet as Adam?
Still, Adam seemed worse than what Cassidy was telling me, and I had a feeling that there was something else to Adam's story, but I wasn't going to pry.
Cassidy was about to say something else but then Adam came back and he closed his mouth. When Adam wasn't looking Cassidy gave me look that said not to tell Adam about our conversation. I nodded in understanding. There was a silence between the three of us and then the bell rang signaling the end of lunch.
The three of us walked together for a while until Cassidy had to go off to his class in a different direction, leaving me and Adam walking alone.
"Hey listen" I said to him suddenly "do you maybe wanna, come over to my house for dinner after school?" I asked him.
I don't know what made me ask him that, or what made me think he would say yes, I had only met the guy a couple of hours ago. But his answer surprised me
"Um yeah…I'd like that actually"
"Really? Great! Do you want me to just drive me and you to my house or…"
"Yeah, yeah that works" he smiled, that half smile again. "I'll meet you outside after school?" he asked.
"Can't wait" I turned around to walk to my class, but turned around one last time and when I did, I could have sworn I saw him smile again.