Queer bent bastard

The next morning, Kent and Kyle picked me up for school. When we pulled into the parking lot of the school, we got some stares. But, when Kent, Kyle, and I walked up the steps to the front doors, you could have heard a pin drop and, once again, it felt totally eerie. There wasn’t a sound, and I knew everyone’s eyes were on us. I noticed Jason leaning on the far railing. When I glanced towards him, he quickly looked down. If it was his hope to be the hero and turn everyone against the ‘queer bent bastard’, it wasn’t working. Instead, I was walking into school, talking to, and laughing with, the most popular and respected guy on campus, the national championship-winning quarterback. Not only that, but instead of cowering in fear, or hiding at home, I was walking proudly, head held high, and hand in hand with my boyfriend.

The next two weeks were amazing. If I wasn’t at Kyle’s, he was at my place. It wasn’t all fun and games, though. We both had the same classes and the provincial finals were coming up. Most of our time was spent studying and helping each other prepare. When we were at Kyle’s, Kent was usually studying with us as he was taking a couple of the same courses we were. When final exam week rolled around, we were definitely ready for it.