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We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden{story}
{part one}
I made sure to keep my eyes to the floor. I could hear the quiet whispers in the hall. All the "Did you hear...?" and "the did you get the picture?" I tried to pretend like is was just like every other day. I tried to walk quickly but not run. I wanted to get to my locker and into my class. I just wanted to be left alone. I could feel all the stares burn into me. I got to my locker and pulled out everything I needed as quickly as possible. I closed my locker and looked up. A group or people where in front of me and staring. "What?!?" I half-way shouted. The looked away slowly and stated talking to each other. I sat down quickly in my first class. There was only one other person in the room. My best friend, Hope. "Oh, my gosh," She said jumping over a desk to get to me. "Did you see the picture?" She opened her phone and clicked around for a moment. and held it out to show me. I looked at it even though I know very well what the picture was. "Yeah, I know..." I said "I-I just don't know what to do about it" I mean was it that big of deal? Was it really so wrong? She down in the desk next to me. "Well...?" she asked. I looked at her. "Well...? What?" I asked. She sighed and shoved her phone back into her pocket. "Well...Why didn't you tell me?" she asked. Not in a mean way I think she really wanted to know "I'm Your best friend...I wouldn't have cared if...well...you know..." Some more people had come into the classroom and right away they're eyes turned to me then quickly looked away. "What?" It wasn't really a question "That I like guys?!" I said a little louder then I mean to. Everyone turned to look at me. I pretended I didn't notice. "I'm sorry...Ok?" I said "I just-I really don't know." my teacher came in and I had never been so happy for class to start.
After class I went to my locker and there was a piece of paper on my locker. I looked at it. In big black sharpie words was written "FAG" I could feel my stomach sink. I tore down the paper and threw it across the hall. I put my head on my locker. How could one picture do this. I felt sick. I looked at the clock. 5 more hours and I'm out of here. Then My thoughts turned to Alex. Had he seen the picture? I had to talk to him...And make sure he was okay. We had the block after this one off. I could meet him then.
I had a test in math, Yeah good timing I know. I tried to concentrate, but I couldn't focus at all. I just wanted to get out of there and talk to Alex. He had to have seen the picture by now. I have never moved so fast...I got out of the class as fast as possible. I went outside where Alex spent his off period. I always meet him there. There he was. "Is that set taken?" I asked to him. "He looked up and smiled. "No." He patted the seat next to him. I sat down. "Have you seen the picture?" I asked. He looked back to his sketch book. "Yeah..." he said. He locked his hand in mine. "Its okay." I coddled into his neck. I wanted to hide from the whispers and the harsh words that had been thrown at us. I wanted to pretend that none of this was happening.
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