The first day of high school wasn't much different than the first day of middle school; older kids were making out by their lockers; teachers were trying to make us laugh with cheesy jokes; and Adam and I had every class together. Adam and I have been friends since first grade, and when we were allowed to create our own schedule for freshman year we made sure we had every class together. It was easy to pick classes we both like because we are both in to music and theatre. We don't really get to hang out that much outside of school so that's why we wanted so many classes together.
The thing is, my mom doesn't think I should be around him. In third grade he told me over the phone that he's gay; apparently my mom picked up the other phone unaware that I was talking on it, and she heard him. So now she thinks if I hang around him to much I might become gay. I tried to reassure her I'm straight and always will be, but she still questions my sexuality; and now, going in to high school, so do I. During my two week soccer camp at the end of summer break, I became friends with this blonde, Dylan, who flirted with me non-stop. I liked the attention and flirted back; and when he kissed me in the woods… it felt good. But we're not dating or anything, it kinda ended there.
'So you never told me how soccer camp was," Adam said as we entered our new school. I did plan on telling him about Dylan, but I didn't want to say it in public.
"It was fun. Same as last year, with one exception." His facial expression was asking me to continue, but I couldn't. "I'll tell you at my house."