A/N: Okay. This is my first Yaoi story, so bear with me! Leaving a review is always helpful, thanks! 3
"Slade! Come on, wake up!" I awoke to the loud and ear piercing yells of my mother. Groaning, my body twisted as I rolled out of the bed and exhaled. The last day of summer, and I have to wake to my mom? Great. "We gotta go today. Meet your teachers, won't this be fun-" I blocked out my mom's talking. She always wanted the same thing- to have me being a teacher's pet. I didn't have a lot of friends, but that didn't really bother me. Walking into my bathroom, I slicked my crimson red hair upwards, sighing and looking into the mirror. "...Won't that be fun?" She came up the stairs and stood right at the bathroom's entrance. "I don't wanna meet my teachers, like, I have to do that shit-" My mother interrupted. "Slade! Language!" Eyes rolling, I grumbled small words to myself, sliding past her and out of the bathroom. "Come on. Don't ignore-"
"Getting dressed." I interrupted, sliding my bedroom door shut. The silence was nice, a pair of skinny jeans sliding nicely onto my body as I also slid on a white t-shirt, followed by an ebony jacket; looking somewhat like a cliché skateboarder. Taking my phone into my pocket, I snatched my longboard and pushed my door back open, flinching and stumbling backwards as my mom was standing right there. "Junior year. Your sure you can do it?" I rolled my blue eyes, nodding and slithering past her. "You don't wanna meet your teachers?" At this point, I had a zero tolerance for this. "Mom. Leave me alone, please. No- I do not wanna meet my teachers. I'm gonna go longboarding. Thanks." Before she could answer, I was already down the wooden stairs and out the door. "Gees." I muttered to myself, dropping my longboard and leaping on it, starting off down the street and towards Cloudsview High School.
"Aye, look who decided to show up!" There they were again. The high school jocks. Always trying to pick on me- why? I don't even know. I rolled my eyes at them, walking into the school quickly and glancing around. The school was filled with teenagers- half of them I didn't know. I glanced around uneasily, my hands fidgeting along the sandpaper-like grip tape of my longboard. There were already papers flying everywhere. 'Oh great. This year will be just great.' My eyes rolled bitterly as I started for the office. "Name?" The usual lady- Ms.R (as she asked everyone to call her)- was there. "Slade Ryker." I said, slightly silent. Ms.R nodded as she then shuffled through a stack of papers, pulling out one. "Your schedule is on here, along with locker number and combination." I nodded in thanks, taking the sheet of paper and trotting out of the office.
'Just keep moving.' I advanced to the second floor of the building, trying to ignore the derides I was hearing. "Oh come on, Senpai. Don't act all afraid now!" I flinched, making to locker number '1311.' Unlocking and opening it, I dropped my backpack into it and slammed it shut, hastily turning around to be greeted by the face of my nemesis, Izanami-Kun. "What's wrong, Senpai? Feeling... Scared?" The blue haired boy advanced further, toppling over me. "Get off." I huffed, pushing him away weakly.
"Come on. You know you can fight back."
"I don't want to."
"Senpai... Don't be stubborn."
"Get off."
Izanami didn't listen, only pressed himself closer to me. I gulped, opening my mouth and saying the worst thing I could say at the moment. "Are you gay? Get off of me." That made Izan flinch, which I almost lost it, a smile peeling my lips back. He looked so startled for a moment- but his expression quickly changed. He looked... Serious.
"What if I am?"
His response hit me hard, like a slap to the face.
"Is there a problem with that, Mr. Ryker?"
My eyes widened as I shook my head, not able to speak. Izanami-Kun stepped off, storming in the other direction and walking down the steps. I could finally breath. 'Bastard.' I thought to myself, eyes slightly narrowed as I put my weight against the lockers and leaned back. Izanami-Kun wasn't always someone I hated. It all happened in seventh grade. That fucking drama. The images overtook my vision.
The school bell rang as I quickly took my seat, blue eyes wide and a large smile on my face. Today was the day I'd ask Bella- the only girl I'd liked- out to the dance. It was a Friday, and the dance was tonight. Maybe a little late notice, you'd say, but I thought it was perfect. My math teacher was going on about nonchalance (as I thought of it). I didn't care about the square root of fifty-three. I only cared about Bella. I could see her perfect face, sitting right across from me as I smiled and dipped my head slightly. She smiled back, her teeth perfectly white. "...Alright. No homework tonight. But we do have a test on Mon-" the bell rang. Now was my chance. I quickly stood up, quickly trotting out the door, knowing she'd probably be just in front of me-
Izanami-Kun was standing right there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he smiled and handed it to her. My heart shattered, eyes widening. Of course, I wasn't going to break down right there. I continued on, trying to keep myself contained. Later that year, Bella had to move. Izanami totally crushed my chances with her. I've hated him ever since.
But why did he say he was gay then?
My vision slightly came back to me. Blurry, but I could make out the figures of other students and the lockers. My head lowered slightly, as I exhaled slightly and couldn't help but slightly smile in a painful sort of way. I started to make my way out of the school. No one to talk to. No one to have fun with. Oh, this school year would be so much fun.
A/N: Whew. Okay. I'd like at least one review before I post the next chapter, I don't care if it's just a simple "I liked it." Or "Boring." Anything helps, thanks!