Kurt punched the ground and swore under his breath. "What the hell was that?" Kurt was so confused that he had no clue if Oliver was gay or straight. Every time Kurt or he got close, he ran into the arms of that red-headed chick. Then again, his best friend just died. Was Oliver playing him on? Kurt sighed. He was too tired to deal with it. And by the looks of it, Mercedes was walking towards him, hoping to ditch gym class as well. To be honest, Kurt kind of loved it when Oliver played with him. It's the only time he gets so close. Kurt only wished it was real.

~

"Oh, Lily. I am such a terrible person!" I howled to Lily.

"No you're not!" Lily tried to comfort me.

"Oh really?" I asked, sarcastic. "How am I not?" Lily opened her mouth but sound was slow to come out. "See!" I yelled. "I'm a bitch. That's what I am. A bitch and a giant dick!"

"Mr Lector, quieten down back there!" The teacher called down to the back of the room, raising her eyebrows at my last comment. I rolled my eyes and faced the front. I couldn't help but look over to Kurt's desk. His eyes were a little watery and he wore a look of sadness on his face. I felt so, so bad. It was wrong to do that with Kurt, mainly because he was gay, but mainly because he is so nice! I know if someone did that to me, I'd kill them. Then again, I doubt Kurt could so much as bruise me. But it didn't make me feel better.

"Oliver. Look at me." Lily grabbed my hand and a tear grew in her eye. "James just died. You are still angry, hurt and just plain confused. It is natural." She sighed. "I knew James too, and he was a great person. The kind of person you never want to lose. Be happy that you knew him when he was alive. I'm sure he'd want that as well." I smiled and rubbed my eye.

"Thank you Lily. You always know what to say."

"And don't you forget it." She winked.

"Now, siding with our study with protest that led to the French Revolution, I have decided for an assignment. Because they were protesting about something they thought were unjust, you will write a page essay on something you think it is unjust or generally pisses you off." Everyone laughed because the teacher said 'pisses'. I chewed my lip in thought. I had a lot that I was pissed out. Plenty. Tomorrow's report should be interesting.

~

Oliver stood out the front, clearing his voice. Kurt frowned slightly. He was still a little hurt about what Oliver did, but if he talked to him, he was sure to receive a proper explanation. Oliver at first looked nervous (why? It is just a speech) and then, like a ray of sun, confidence radiated out of him. Kurt decided to listen.

"Teenage suicides cascade over the media from time to time. Sure, everybody cares about them now, shaking their heads, giving sympathy to the grieving family, but nobody really does anything about it after something else becomes more interesting. And this is something that pisses me off. In addition to this, the numbers of homosexual teen suicides are rising. Why? Well, if anyone cared enough they could answer the question.

I suppose you're wondering how this relates to me. James Alexander committed suicide just shy of this week. He was 16, a high school student, gay and most importantly, my best friend. No words can express on how much I miss him. People seem to think suicide don't affect them and can never, but they are so wrong. Nothing could be further from the truth. You never know when it can happen, as he hid it so well. And when it does, it hits you like a tonne of bricks. James Alexander didn't need to die. He had a whole, perfect life ahead of him and so many opportunities. But something was stopping him. He tried to seek help, but none was available. The school and family tried to set up counselling, but what homosexual wants to hear advice from a heterosexual's point of view? Heterosexuals can't and will never understand like homosexuals do. That's why James struggled. No one understood. But it wasn't just counsellors. In every school lies a group of stupid, violent and homophobic people everyday striking fear into the hearts of fully realised and struggling gays. And don't you teachers do a great job of helping them. You are kidding yourself if you sit there a think it doesn't happen. It happens because the ignorant run our countries and the ignorant run our schools. And nobody takes a stand. People like Fred Phelps are just adding fuel to the homophobic fire. And it needs to be put out. If not, it could cause devastating damage to many people who are a little bit different. But the funny, if not ironic, truth to this is that some of the bullies aren't homophobic, but homosexual. And they blame us for who they are. Because of their struggle, they take it out on gays because it 'cleverly' hides the fact that they are just like us. I even know some people who fit that category. You can just sit back and blank out to what I have to say because you think you are untouched by this. How stupid. Sometime in your close or distant future, it will affect you. And when it does, ask yourself this: Where do I stand on this?

And why do I care about this? Not because of the death of my best friend, but because I am one of them. I am a homosexual and proud of it."

Kurt's eye went wide and a small o was the shape of his mouth. He couldn't believe it. He knew, but a part of him, however big it was, always doubted. But it was all clear, out in the open. Oliver is the second open gay kid in the school. And all his. But a part of him hated Oliver, for not telling him, and that made him glare at Oliver as he walked back to his seat, ignoring at the looks people in the class were giving him. But Kurt could see a little bit of water started to cloud around his eyes. Some of the looks were of amazement, others dumbstruck and some were murderous. The teacher was utterly surprised.

"Oliver Lector." She mangled. "Thank you for that...moving speech."

The bell echoed the in silent classroom. "Oh!" She said, not looking at the clock. "Time to go students." She said, monotone like. The teacher did not move. She was still turning Oliver's words in her head. Oliver was the first to leave, with Kurt following closely behind.