The first week of school went by slowly and painfully. It was basically just getting to know you things. But when the second week started things got serious. All the teachers, who appeared to be nice on the first day, started cutting down hard on the students. If the bell had already rung you couldn't go out of the room. You'd get a detention if you talked during class or didn't pay attention. Ben was probably the only one who enjoyed this. At his previous school the teachers didn't care what anyone did. And it would be difficult to pay attention to the teacher. Some of the teachers didn't really bother to teach after a while. But at his old school he had been guilty of reading during class. He would probably do it at this school, too.

The study halls were the best. Not only could he get work done by the could get it done in silence. He had study halls in the strictest teachers room and no onemaws allowed to talk. Ben loved it! The only thing Ben didn't like about Study Hall was someone he shared it with. There was a guy named Gaston. From what Ben knew, everyone loved him. He was the star athlete on every sports team the school had and all the other boys envied him but loved him at the same time. Ben figured they sent him to an all boys school so he wouldn't get a bunch of girls pregnant. He did seem a little skanky. But it wasn't that that bother Ben. What bothered him is that Gaston would try and talk to Ben whenever the teacher left the room. Well he was more trying to flirt with Ben. And kt annoyed the hell out of him. He didn't really like guys. Of course he was gay so he did like guys but he just didn't want to get into a relationship in High School. He knew there wasn't much chance of it lasting. Ben tried to hint Gaston off on that but he couldn't take a hint.

Then at lunch Ben would go and rage about it to Aron and Jazmir.

"I don't know why your so upset. I'd love it if one of the most popular guys in school started hitting on me." Aron said.

Ben poked his peanut butter sandwich with a fork, awkwardly. "It's just really strange and awkward. Besides, I don't think he actually likes me. He probably just wants someone to sleep with." Ben said.

Aron shrugged. "That's a good point. People do really weird things just to have sex."

"Like Andrew and Elliot." Jazmir added.

"Who?" Ben asked.

Jazmir gestured to two boys sitting alone at a table. One had fiery red hair and the other had bright blonde hair. They both looked kinda pale.

"They're brothers and rumor is they've slept together and are dating." Jazmir explained.

"Jazmir! Please, not while we're eating!" Aron groaned.

"Dating your brother? That's gotta be awkward." Ben said.

When you thought about it, you could see the two dating. They were a little too playful and close to just be really good brothers.

"Hey, I never said they were. That's just what I heard." Jazmir said.

"You should go ask them if its true." Aron suggested.

"What? No, I'm not going to do that!" Jazmir responded.

"Aw, your no fun." Aron mumbled.

"What were we even talking about before?" Jazmir asked.

Aron shrugged. "I have no idea."


That night when Jazmir got home his father was standing at the door, waiting for him.

"Jazmir, I have good news!" His father said. His father was practically glowing with excitement. Jazmir rarely saw his father so happy.

"What is it?" Jazmir asked curiously.

"Well, I finally found a girl that I think suitable for a wife for you." His father answered.

Jazmir sighed and placed his book bag on the ground. "Baba, I'm 15. That's a little too young to get married. And besides I've told you a million times, I'm gay. I don't want a wife. I want a man." Jazmir explained.

His father sighed. "Your not gay, Jazmir, you only think you are."

"Baba, if anyone knew I was gay I'm pretty sure I would be the first one. And yes I am gay. Why don't you listen to me?" He asked.

Jazmir ram up the stairs and locked himself in his room before he gave his Father Time to answer that question. He was sick of living there. His father never really listened or cared about anything his son said. Jazmir was sick of having his life planned out strictly, step by step by his father. He craved freedom. He needed it.

He couldn't stand life in that house for a second longer. So he decided, why should he?

Jazmir found a bag and started putting clothes and a few personal belongings in it. He was going to run away and never look back. And nothing could stop him.

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