I stare at Luke as he looks at me with the same expression as my own, shocked. "uh, sorry I was just um." I stammer.
"Are you ok?" He asks again, and it sounds genuine but that can't be right because he's my bully, he's supposed to hate me.
"Um yeah I'm fine, thanks." I mumble looking down at my dirty sneakers. "Don't bullshit me Noah, you obviously aren't fine." I don't look at him, scared he's just going to laugh in my face and push me to ground because I deserve it. "Nothing, I'm fine." I say in a quiet voice, barely audible.

"Funny how that word can hide so much about one person, but you can't hide anything from me Noah." He says and I finally look up at him, he's already looking at me and there's something in his eyes and I can't quite make out what it is. "what's wrong." He sounds so sincere. "Just a friend made me upset." I say in a whisper looking down at the ground again.

"Was it Oliver?" He asks and I can see his hands starting to ball up into fists.
"Yeah it was, but it doesn't matter now." I try to walk past him but he moves in front of me, I block my face ready to get punched but instead I hear him sigh and he removes my hands from my face.

"I'm not going to hit you Noah. Oliver shouldn't make you cry you're too pretty to cry." I freeze, did he just call me pretty? I feel him lift my face up and I make eye contact with crystal blue gems. Luke leans his head down towards me and I lean up towards him but I never feel his lips on my own. 

"Luke what the hell are you doing!" I hear then I'm being pushed, my back hits the toilet and I fall to the ground. "I was just teaching the faggot a lesson." Luke says to the person, who I'm assuming is either Caleb or Hunter. 

"Looks like you were about to kiss him." The person says in a disgusted tone.
"Ew Hunter, why the fuck would I kiss a fag." Luke says to the person which I now know is Hunter. 
"Good, 'cause he is disgusting and i'm not sure how Caleb would react to you being a fag as well." Hunter says with relief in his voice.
"Yeah, um anyway Hunter you should go back to class and I'll catch up with you guys later." After that Hunter leaves. Luke helps me up and I go to walk out of the toilets but I don't make it very far because Luke pulls me back from my wrist. 

"Where're you going?"
"To class." I say in a bored tone.

"What? Why?" He asks, and he seems genuinely confused, like he didn't just call me a disgusting faggot.
"what do you mean why! Because you just called me a disgusting faggot!" I yell at him. 
"Noah, I didn't mean it I just can't have the guys knowing that I'm gay."  Now I'm really pissed off, I start to walk away again but he, again, grabs my wrist but this time he pulls me in and crashes his lips against mine. I'm shocked for few seconds but eventually start kissing him back.

After our make out session he looks at me and says nothing which makes me nervous. Was the kiss bad? Did I do something wrong? "That was amazing" He says and this calmed my nerves a little bit, but not completely. "Um, yeah uh, c-cool ah, w-w-why?" I ask while stuttering and stumbling over my words.

"Because I've had a crush on you since year 7, then when you came out in year 8 I was thrilled to see I had a chance but then my 'friends', Hunter and Caleb, started bulling you so I felt obligated to join, which was the stupidest decision I ever made."
"So what now?" I ask as if I'm in a cliché movie.

"What do you want?" He asks.

"Don't put that much pressure on me." I say panicked.
"Sorry, sorry." He says while laughing.

"Well, I can't just be in a relationship with you."
"Why not?"

"Because you bullied me for 5 years of my life, I can't just trust you like that." I say and snap my fingers to make my point.

"Ok that is fair, but at least give me your number and I'll text you tonight." I give him my number and he gives me his. 

"By the way last period is about to end in five minutes so we might as well leave right now." He says.

"What! You mean I missed two classes!" I say panicked. "My dad is going to kill me" I whisper. We say goodbye to each other and I start to walk home hoping I can get to my room before my dad gets home from his business trip.

My dad used to be around a lot when I younger but when I came out to him he freaked out. My mom wasn't home at the time and he started hitting me and punching me. Ever since then he started going on a lot of 'business' trips but I think that it's just an excuse to get away from me and go bang a chick in another city where my mom can't find out. My mom thinks my dad is good person whenever he beats me is when mom isn't home and he would always threaten me not to tell anyone. 

When I get home I immediately smell beer and smoke, I walk inside and see my dad laying on the couch taking a swig of beer from his bottle. I try my best to sneak up the stairs without being noticed, but luck is never on my side and I slip over a beer bottle that was on the ground and I fall flat on my back. I hear my dad turn around on the couch and I can hear the floor boards creek every step he takes. Soon he is towering over me and giving me a sinister smile, I know what that smile means. It means I'm about to get my ass beat.