I've always hated high school. I'm always being picked on for being the only openly gay kid here. But somehow, after two and a half years, I'm still here. I think it's partly because this is one of the few places I can see my friends and partly because I need a diploma if I ever want to be successful at anything. At least, that's what all my teachers make it sound like. I think it's bullshit. What does a stupid piece of paper prove? That I was able to put up with 12 years of this crap day after dreary day?
But I digress.
There was, however, another reason I liked this school. You see, there's this really cute boy named Jason and I've had a secret crush on him since the beginning of freshman year. Six feet of pure beauty, from his short brown hair and emerald green eyes to his cute ass. This year we have the same math class. I love math. Don't know why. Every once in a while, I like to sneak a peek at him. He's so cute when he's upset because he doesn't get it.
All of the girls go head over heels for Jason. This one girl, Crystal, loves to send flowers and shit to his house. It's funny because he's super creeped out by her. But he has had his eyes on Lacey for a while now. They might even be going out. I just hear snippets of their conversations when I walk by. Until Sara trips me and the rest of the girls laugh.
Jason doesn't laugh, though. He actually helped me up and picked up my books. Being me, I looked away from this perfect eyes and said "Thanks" really quietly before running away and almost tripping on myself. How embarrassing. He's probably never noticed me before. Why would he?
I'm not exactly what you would call the greatest looking guys you would lay eyes on. I'm a whole 5 foot 7 inches tall, with stupid red hair and freckles everywhere. I look like Cameron Monaghan when he was in that movie Click, only 16 years old. My friends were the nerdy type, always talking about World of Warcraft and Lord of the Rings and whatnot. But, hey, I loved those things.
A few days after tripping in the hall, I run into Jason again. Literally, this time. I wasn't watching where I was going and next thing I know, my face is buried in his chest. I take a few steps back and start apologizing profusely. He looks a little flustered and just laughs it off. He puts his hand on my shoulder and says "Dude, it's alright." I blush a little and start to walk away.
"You got any plans this weekend?"
I keep walking.
"Hey, ginger kid." I stop dead in my tracks. I don't like being called ginger, but I just knew he was talking to me.
"Not really." You can hear the shaking in my voice.
"I know you're great at math and I was wondering if you could tutor me."
"Yeah, sure. That would be awesome." Just keep your cool. Don't get too excited.
"Great. Can you make it to my house? I can't really leave my house this weekend."
I'm still a little nervous and confused with a little bit of excited going on. This insanely cute guy just asked me over to his house this weekend to help him study. My dreams are coming true. We exchange phone numbers and go our separate ways.
The weekend arrives in no time at all and I'm still as excited as ever. I get over to Jason's house with the directions he gave me. As I walk in the door, I can feel my adrenaline start pumping. He leads me up to his bedroom and I get my books and paper out of my backpack. Not long after, we're just talking about the stupid shit that goes on in our school and we're laughing about random things.
I pack my bags and get ready to head out after about five hours of studying. I think I just made a new friend.
Later that week, Jason finds me again and asks if I can come over to help study for the test we have that Monday. It's all about quadratics and he hardly understands it at all. I agree to help him and he offers to buy me lunch. Who can turn down a free meal, right?
I get to his house that weekend and we get back to the books. After an hour, he becomes obviously frustrated and slams the book closed.
"Are you alright?"
There's a hint of sadness in his voice. "Not really. I have to pass this class or I won't be able to graduate on time." He walks sullenly to his bed and sits down.
"You'll get it eventually. Just try number 16 in the textbook."
"I think it's time for a break."
"We have to keep working to make sure it's fresh in your brain."
"Why?!" he shouts. "I'm just going to fail this stupid class and I'm going to have to take it again."
I start to lose my cool. "You're not going to fail, you just have to keep working at it."
"You know what, fuck math, fuck school, and fuck you."
Dude, totally not cool. "Why me? What did I do wrong?"
"You can't teach worth shit."
"At least I tried. Maybe you can't be taught."
That's when he gets really angry, picks me up from the chair, pins me on the wall… and kisses me.
To be continued…