CHAPTER ONE

Today was going to be weird. I had already decided. I was finally an upperclassman but honestly, it didn't really feel that way. Being a junior in high school, one of the best in the entire country I might add, it was just tiring not exciting, at least, that's how my ex viewed it. He transferred though. Moved out of the state actually. It was weird. Like this year was going to be.

"Tony!" I heard someone yell, breaking me out of my thoughts and memories of Rick, my ex-boyfriend. Yes, that's right and no it's not a typo. My name is Anthony Hector Higgins and I, my friends, am gay. "Tony, what're you doing? You look like you're trying to study for history."

"Shut up, Kevin," I muttered, taking a seat in between my two best friends. On my right was Kevin Justin. He was known for the scar on his left eye but don't go getting any ideas. He was as innocent as the next guy; he very rarely got into any fistfights. He's just an idiot sometimes and fell through a glass window, cutting right by his eye. He was pretty lucky though; he could have seriously hurt himself. God I'm starting sounding like my mother.

"So how was your summer, Tony?" the boy to my left asked. His name was Michael Meyers, biggest brown eyes I'd ever seen and both sexes were crazy about him but he didn't mind. He was Bi.

"You were there, Mike, nothing happened that you didn't see," I reminded him but he rolled his eyes as the homeroom teacher started with the normal beginning of the year stuff before distributing the goods. Not drugs, our schedules.

"I swear, you're either deaf or mental, Tony," Kevin laughed and I raised an eyebrow, "Lemme see your schedule, dumbass."

"And you say I'm gay," I grinned receiving a smack upside the head.

"That's cause you are," he grumbled, looking over our schedules.

"Aw, you know better, Tony," Mike mocked, "He's sensitive­."

"Sensitive," Kev repeated, "I'll show you freakin' sensitive-."

"Boys! Quiet down," our homeroom teacher barked.

"Sorry Mrs. H," we muttered

"So you guys hear what the play's gonna be?" Kev asked when the devil teacher wasn't paying attention.

"Aren't you stage manager?" I asked and he nodded.

"Footloose," Mike answered with a smile as I grimaced, "You don't like Footloose?!"

"Excuse me for not liking a guy who looks like a rat."

"He does not!" Mike laughed, smacking my arm and I grabbed it.

"What's with everyone hitting me today?"

"All of two people," Kev scoffed and I rolled my eyes.

"Point is, stop," I muttered, "Who do you thinks' gonna get, what's his name, uh-?"

"Ren? Honestly, Tony, you have just epically failed. Even I know that," Kev laughed.

"Shut up! I told you, I don't like the musical."

"I think that that guy, uh, Marco'll get it."

"Dude, no, Marco cannot sing or dance," Kev shook his head.

"Yeah, but he's hot," Mike grinned and Kev gagged.

"You and your rat men," I muttered.

"Hey, I'm not the one who thought Zac Efron was hot."

"It was one time!" I hissed, "In one music video."

"It amazes me that you even watched that music video," Mike laughed.

"He has a point, wasn't it on Disney channel," Kev asked, smirking and I reddened.

"The both of you shut up or I'll tell everyone about what you did over the summer."

"You wouldn't," they gasped; it was my turn to smirk.

"I would."

"Little bitch," Kev muttered as Mike glared at me but the bell rang before the conversation could continue and I bolted out the door, going to my first class. The wonderful world of Math.

"Hey Tony," a boy in my class smiled when he saw me and I grinned back, taking the seat next to him.

"Hey Dave, how was your summer?" I asked, as the second bell rang.

"It was actually really good," his smile growing bigger.

"What happened?" I laughed as the teacher started teaching. We were near the back, so it didn't matter if we talked.

"You know, uh, Jack Kelly?" he whispered and I nodded, before he blushed, "Well, we kinda, got together over the summer."

"For real?"

"Yeah," he nodded bashfully. That was David for you, shy as hell but he was like me. A homosexual teen, trying to survive the trials and tribulations of high school but unlike me, he came out freshman year, while I came out the end of last year. "So how's Rick?"

"We broke up," I muttered and he patted my shoulder, somewhat awkwardly, "Nah, it's cool."

"We sound like two girls," he pointed out and I snorted laughter.

"So, what happened with Kelly?" I asked, wanting to get off the topic Rick.

"He just asked me out," David shrugged, his eyes on the board, but I knew that if they weren't, he'd be blushing and barely able to speak, "We went out a couple more times and it just, I dunno, clicked I guess."

"I thought he was straight though."

"He's bi." I made a silent 'oh' and went back to copying notes before a piece of paper was thrown at my head.

"What the," I started but turned to see Daniel Christianson, a mid-fielder on the school's soccer team, "Oh."

"Yeah, that wasn't for you," he told me quickly, "Jacobs."

"Huh?" David looked over, "Oh, hey Daniel, what's up?"

"Do you get this shit?" the slightly intimidating boy asked and David nodded, reaching over me to help him. Huh, odd. Normally people like him, the Jocks I mean, don't, well they don't talk to theater nerds. Or regular nerds, come to think of it, but David was special, I guess. Jack Kelly was the center forward of our school soccer team. Daniel Christianson, also known as Dutchy as I'd come to notice, was one of his friends. It was still odd. A voice broke me from my thoughts and I looked to see Daniel had been speaking. Oops.

"What?" I asked and he smiled slightly.

"I said, I'm sorry about hitting you," he repeated as the bell rung. He gathered his things and I looked at David, a skeptical look watching him.

"They aren't as bad as you'd think," he shrugged and I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you're the one they threw into trash cans."

"That was last years' seniors," he reminded me.

"Regardless, be careful," I warned lamely but he smiled at the attempt, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Tony!" he called after me as I dodged through the crowd, being a small, Italian teenager actually did have advantages, such as: I could get though large seas of people and be heard over the loud seas as well but I still didn't like the cracks about my height. I mean, who would, right?

"Hey Tony," Mike muttered, not looking up from his phone.

"Hi, do you know how much second free sucks. There's absolutely nothing to do." I was somewhat hyper.

"We could go fool around in the theater," he suggested, used to my weird moods, and I grinned when he stood. When the next bell rang, we were chasing each other with hammers. Oh c'mon, you've never done that? "You know, it's a wonder we don't have boyfriends."

"Or girlfriend," I supplied but he shrugged.

"I'm practically gay, Tons, I seldom have interest in the opposite sex."

"Good point," I laughed, "See you after school."

"Bye." I wont even go into detail about my English class. For some stupid reason, I had chosen to take Shakespeare and as soon as I walked into the room, I regretted. The teacher from hell, who already hates me, taught the class. Fun huh, well, you could say I was a little bit more than pissed off by the time it was lunch.

"Hey Tony," Kevin called me over and I slammed my book on the table, before sitting down, "Jesus drama queen."

"Don't you mean king," Mike asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope, queen suits him."

"You're a moron."

"Guys!" I whined, covering my head as I laid it against the table, "Could you not."

"We're sorry," Mike sounded almost sympathetic, "Wanna tell us what's up?"

"Bitch of a teacher," I muttered, shlumping (NxL: Yes, that was purposely, no it's not a typo) in my chair, "I've had her almost every freaking semester and she freaking hates me even more every time. I swear to God and the bitch wont die! She got hit by a bus and lived!"

"I heard it was a bike," Kev chuckled and I glared at him.

"Besides the point."

"Kevin's right, you are a tad bit dramatic," Mike smiled.

"A tad?! Are you kidding, you haven't heard him on headset, he's a freaking psycho."

"Thanks guys, I can really feel the love."

"Sorry dude, I don't swing that way."

"Oh we all know you masturbate to Christian Bale's picture at night," Mike rolled his eyes and Kevin shook his head, "He didn't deny it!"

"What?!" Kev's head snapped up and I laughed.

"Yup, that means it's true."

"It is not!" he yelled, making heads turn.

"And you say, I'm psycho," I muttered, shaking my head.

"You are!"

"Oh shut up, you both are," Mike laughed, forking around his food, "This is truly disgusting."

"Did you know that David and Kelly are going out?"

"What?!"

"How did you get that from the food being disgusting?" Kevin asked slowly but Mike waved him away, looking at me to continue, "You guys are worse than a couple of girls."

"Bite me," I muttered, "Yeah, Dave told me first period. He was real embarrassed about it; it was funny as hell."

"I didn't know Kelly was gay," Kev tilted his head.

"He's bi apparently."

"Seriously?" Mike asked and I nodded.

"For once, could you guys just keep your comments to yourself, I'm already scarred enough."

"It's your fault for being best friends with two gay guys."

"You're bi," Kev raised an eyebrow at Mike who shrugged.

"Whatever, it's still your fault."

"It's amazing you guys haven't hooked up yet," Kev muttered and my eyebrows shot up.

"You actually think about stuff like that?"

"Sometimes, I mean, no, I mean," Kev stuttered but the bell rang, "Later!"

"He needs a girlfriend," Mike smirked and I nodded.

"You need a boyfriend."

"You need one more than me, Mr. Virgin."

"Shut the fuck up," I muttered, before leaving for class. Honestly, I don't know why I hang out with them. Oh wait, yes I do. Cause we're all insane. Fun, fun.

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A/N: Hey guys! Long time no . . . post . . .? I dunno :-) This is something I wrote a while back, well I should say started a while back I guess and I understand if it's difficult to keep up with who's speaking, but if you don't know, it isn't important. I wanted to post it to get feedback on it.

I have about 5 chapters written up so far and if people review/like it, then I'll keep posting. If you don't like it, please tell me what you don't like.

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