Chapter 1
I sat there alone and looked at all the kids laughing and running around, all happy. My name is Marco Del Rossi and I am known as the gay, the queer or even the school fag. I am alone in the mornings, at lunch and sometimes in classrooms. I use to be cool, I use to have it all a boyfriend, friends, class president but that all changed in a matter of time. What happened, you ask? I entered Dylan's dorm room to wish him a happy birthday about a year ago and I see him on his knees in front of another guy, his mouth wrapped around the guy's rather hard cock and I ran out crying. Why did he do that? I still have no clue; I still try to figure it out even these days. As for my friends they soon left me after what Dylan had told them. He had said I was the one cheating on him and that he left me though it was the other way around. Finally for my presidency, I gave that up to Alex whom had more friends and had actually become more popular then me. I looked around noticing Rick Murray whom I knew as the other school outcast. I sighed, getting up and walking over to Rick. Two outcasts was much better then one, right? I sat beside Rick who only looked at me over his wire-rimmed glasses. We were so different though alike. I had my brown hair which was down to the ends of my earlobes, I had hazel colored eyes and I had braces too. While Rick, he had brown messy hair about my length, those wire-rimmed glasses and his style of clothes was nothing like mine. I went for designer styles while he went for, well, cheap. He still only stared at me until I said "Hello Rick". This made him almost get up and run. Paige, Spinner and all my other ex-friends had picked on him, had beaten him up. I too was once in that crowd but no longer. "Don't run Rick, I want to be your friend, I swear" I told him, scared he would leave me and I would be alone again. He sat there "Marco, why do you bother me now and tormented me before?" I had heard him say which made me sigh as I told him my long story about how my friends left me and how I was all alone. He hugged me tight, forgetting I was gay "Oh Marco!" he said and still didn't let me go. I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes 'Was I getting close to Rick?' I thought. He stroked my cheek and then my hair and soon enough had his arms around my and rubbed down my back some. I shivered at the feel of him and I quickly got up "I have to go" I told him staring down at him. He nodded and stared at my face, quickly grabbing my hand and writing something down. "It's my phone number, call me later Marco, we can hook up." I heard those lines all day in my head /we can hook up/. What did he mean by that? I guess I would soon enough find out.