Oh, what to do what to do? I think as I stare into the beautifully messy room, trying to decide where to start my packing. Ah crap, I just realized I haven't introduced myself yet! My name is Alex Quinbeck, I'm a senior in high school, and I have one of the cleanest records of everyone in my grade but...there's a downside to it all which I'll get to in a moment. Most of you are probably like why in the world is a senior in high school moving out of his house well my grandparents found something out about me that was apparently very unsettling. I mean it's probably an accumulation of different things but yeah one main thing that you have or will guess after a few minutes. So, while I'm packing I'll give you some back story as of the events leading up to right now
When I was about 15 I started finding that some people were way more attractive and interesting then others like for example one of the guys that I ran with on the cross-country team had a defined 6 pack that I thought was incredibly hot. After I realized what I had thought I reprimanded myself because the way I was raised was that thinking about another man like that was very wrong. I kept noticing more and more details of different guys and more specifically that guy on the team though. I soon opened my mind to the idea of me being bisexual as I thought I was still attracted to the female gender because most young boys are taught that they will marry a sweet girl and be in love for life. For about a year I kept dating girls when I realized that oh my god I'm not attracted to females like I am males. So, I concluded that I was gay and up until recently was a closeted gay. So, here's the juicy part of the backstory, remember that guy I told you about a little earlier? Well for the longest time I was like there's no way John, his name, is gay like no fucking way at all. But after a while of me catching him staring I started to get suspicious and slowly started to watch him more and more until it happened, he noticed. John walked towards me with a purpose that looked scary even to me who has grown up around scary.
"what are you staring at faggot!", he yells
"nothing John'', I whimper
"it better be nothing", he growls with a smirk on his face. I look at the ground with a frown, starting to get a headache.
"You know I want to thank you for volunteering to tutor me at my house tonight at six", he states with a matter-of-fact look on his face. I look up with a surprised and angry face. "Let me put it in a way that you understand, either you tutor me, or I smash your face in for staring at me"
"That doesn't sound very fair", I mistakenly claim
"It's not what?", He asks bringing his fist up ready to make me pay for my words.
"Nothing", I whisper
"Good so I'll see you tonight at 6:00 pm", he smiles at me. With a small gulp, I turn around to my best friends Rose and Bri. They have this way of showing up when a stressful situation is just getting over.
"Thanks for helping me out guys" I spit out sarcastically
"I, for one, will not get between you and Johns fist," Bri states with a look of worry on her face, "and you sir are going to end up with it in your face if you're not careful." Rose nods and adds
"Yeah we gotta get you out of this crush thing before it turns deadly for you"
"Guys, you're overreacting. I don't think he would kill anyone, even me," I say with a sarcastic grin. Now don't get me wrong I'm fucking terrified by him so tonight is gonna be very interesting.
BBBBBEEEEEEEPPPP!
Ah shit, I better get to class before the second bell rings. With my books in hand, I get ready for class in the hell that's labeled school.
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With a groan, I get up from my last class of the days' seat and walk to my locker. As I approach said object I notice a certain jock standing at my locker with my friends. I pause to take in the sight. He's smiling showing off his perfect pearly whites. He must have said something funny because both Bri and Rose were giggling like crazy. I square my shoulders and smile slightly as not to seem upset but as I start towards my locker one of Johns smelly buddies walks past me slapping up my books.
"Oops, sorry not sorry" he bends down as if he's going to help me pick up my stuff but he had other ideas like picking up my newest collection a book on the Ancient Greek gods and goddesses. He acts like he's going to hand it to me but actually chucks it down the hall. I stare in disbelief as I watch it sail through the air and slam into the wall and then hit the floor with a loud thump. Glaring, I turn around to face the asshole. I take a step towards him.
"Ya know I've never even thought about killing someone.... but now I've thought about it and I'm gonna do it!" My voice rising into a yell with every word, "because I'm done with this shit. I've dealt with your shit for years and I've finally had enough of it. Is this what you were aiming for. For me to get angry? Well, you've succeeded." with every sentence, I take two steps towards the asshole and he's frozen in place too shocked to do a thing. As soon as I get close enough I shoved him backward. Caught off guard he stumbles back almost falling on his ass. I smirk as he recovers
"You want to go we'll go," he smiles.
"With pleasure,". I smile with an evil glint in my eyes. He rushes me swinging his meaty fists like he thinks I can't defend myself. I barely slip out of his path and as I'm slipping out of his way I take an experimental jab at his rib cage. He grunts as the force of the jab sends him off balance. Stumbling to a stop he gathers himself and turns to face me with a look of absolute fury. I smirk and he walks towards me. He gets into a fighting position with his fists up by his face and his legs bent slightly. Still fueled by anger and adrenaline I feign a swing at his head and instead go for a gut punch at the same time that he moves to kick me in the ribs. As our bodies collide there is a sound like skin being sliced open. Only later would I realize that it was my fist, which was placed at collarbone height, connecting with his cross necklace busting my knuckle open and slamming the cross into his collarbone splitting the skin open. With my side hurting and his chest bleeding, we both take a second to get our bearings but he decided that he was going to catch me off guard. He swings for my head and I try to move my hands into an x shape to block but he was quicker and the fist closes in on my face I close my eyes ready for the pain.
