Disclaimer: this is SLASH… if ya don't like it, don't read it! … I don't own anything.. It's owned by Disney!
A/N – New ficcy! It's a two-part! Second part will be up either tomorrow or Thursday! Enjoy!
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Race's POVI have always been an outcast at my school. Well, not always… since sophomore year at least. That was the year I came out to my friends, or I thought they were called my friends.
I still remember that day. It had been so tough keeping this information inside myself, so one day I cracked. I told Jack, my ex-best friend, while walking to school
Flashback
"Jack? You're my best friend, right?"
"Yeah…" he said, turning to face me, concerned. "Why'd you ask?"
"Well… it's just been buggin' me and I gotta get this off my chest…"
"Go on."
"Well… I… um… what I'm trying to say is… Uh… I'm gay."
The look on his face changed from one of concern to one of disgust and hatred.
"You're what?" He spat out. "Get away from me."
"What?" I asked softly, not believing what he'd just said.
"You heard me… From this moment on, we are no longer friends." With that, he ran ahead of me, into the school.
By the time I had gotten into school and to Jack's locker (I shared it with him), every one of my friends knew. As soon as I approached the locker, they all quieted and looked at me with utter hatred and disgust written all over them. Jack broke the silence.
"Funny… I thought I told you to stay away from me."
I stammered an answer. "I need to… um… get my books."
Jack sneered and pointed to the floor across the hall, where my books lay scattered and torn. "Take them and don't ever think of coming back here ever again."
I nodded slowly and turned around, but not before I head the mutters of 'faggot' from the mouths of a few of my so-called 'friends'.
End flashback
That was two years ago. But nothing ever got better between my friends and me. Actually, it got worse. Now the whole school knows. And because I am one of, like, five gays in my school, the jeering is constant. Even my brother, Itey, has gotten his freshman friends to join in with him in the jeering. God, a senior being jeered by freshman and his own brother? What is this world coming to?
But, they always say, it does eventually get better. That's where Spot enters….
It was a normal Tuesday morning in October. We were sitting in Denton's first period English class, working on vocab, when there was a knock on the door. In walked the hottest guy I have ever laid eyes on. Short, dirty blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, wearing jeans that showed off his hot ass, and a 'Brooklyn' hoodie. He talked quietly with Denton before Denton called everyone's attention.
"Class- LISTEN UP! We have a new student with us today from Brooklyn, New York. Matt, would you introduce yourself?"
"Sure" the new kid, Matt, said, walking to the front of the room. "Hey everyone. I'm Matt Conlon, but you can call me Spot."
"Thank you, Matt. Now please take a seat…" Denton's eyes searched the room for a free seat. "...Over in the back, next to Anthony." He pointed to the only empty desk in the class, right next to me.
As soon as he sat down, he immediately introduced himself, more personally.
"Hey! I guess you're Anthony. I'm Spot." He said, the spit on his hand and held it out to me.
"You spit-shake? I thought I was the only one!" I spit on my own hand and shook his. "Call me Race."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Glad I'm not the only one with a nickname… I was hoping they wouldn't think I'm weird."
"Nahh… A lot of guys have them." I said, inwardly wincing at the fact that my 'friends' had given me mine.
We immediately hit it off together. It seemed like everything he loved, I did too. Poker? CHECK! Xbox? Check! Emo bands? Check!
We talked animatedly until the homeroom bell ran and announcements came on the loud speaker. But after announcements, everything went downhill from there.
Spot and I had picked up in our conversation again, but it was cut short.
"Hey- look who's FAG boy's new crush?" Jack said, loud enough for our whole class to hear, causing everyone to erupt in laughter.
My face paled as I turned away from Spot. I was mortified. I didn't dare look at Spot. I refused to see that… look that people got when they found out again.
Thankfully, the bell rang. I bolted out the door and ran straight to the bathroom, my safe haven. Once I was locked in a stall, I let the tears there blinded my eyes freely flow.
I hate Jack. He used to be my best friend. Now Spot will never speak to me again. Jack probably had corrupted him onto his side by then. It was like Jack had ruined everything good in my life.
And it was only second period. I still had the rest of school to deal with.
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A/N – YIPEE! I like this! I really do! Finally, some writing I am actually proud of!
The second part will be out either tomorrow or Thursday; depending on how much time I get to type it! And it's Spot's POV!
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~Braids