Authors note - just a heads up I was about 15 when I wrote this and I know there are a lot of things wrong with it. I have seen the comments about this but as I said I was 15 and I don't plan on changing anything now. My views then are most likely different now so read at your own will 🤣 Also I'm aware of how much heavy editing is needed for this but I won't be editing it sorry

Jace's P.O.V

I've always questioned my sexuality. Growing up the few guy friends I had, they always expressed how 'hot' or whatever they thought of girls around me were and I just never seen it. Don't get me wrong I can admit if a girl is pretty or beautiful but I've still never been attracted to them. I always seemed to notice the hot boys.

If we were at the beach, I would notice how all the boys toned bodies glistened in the sun and the water running down their bodies from the sea made them very appealing. I knew growing up I was different but I always played along and acted straight. I didn't want anyone knowing I was gay because I knew I would get bullied for liking guys but I couldn't help it and now at 16 years old I decided to tell me best and only friend Ella Walters that I was gay.

It was a big decision to tell her, I lay in bed for hours last night thinking how to tell her and wondering what she would say or do. If she would be accepting or if she would tell me it was wrong and disgusting. Eventually I had to push all the bad thoughts away and just tell her. So that's what I was doing now. Telling her, I asked her to come over to my house today, it was sunday so we didn't have school.

'Hey' I greeted her as she made her way into my room. Everyone loved Ella, especially my mom and dad so she always just walked into my house without knocking.

'Hello!' She said, cheerily as usual.

She jumped on me where I was sitting on my bed causing me to fall backwards. I let out a shriek, wouldn't be hard to figure out I was gay from the noise I just made...I was biting on my lip ring as well as running my hand through my black hair. This was what I did when I was nervous and it didn't fail Ella as she noticed and asked what was wrong. I just had to tell her, no beating round the bush so as blunt as I could I said it.

'I'm gay' I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for her reaction. All of a sudden I heard a squeal and looked at her. She jumped on me once again.

'I've always wanted a gay best friend!' I should have figured she would act like this. I was so worried over nothing. I let out a sigh of relief waiting for the questioning to begin.

'Who do you like?' and 'You need to get a boyfriend' were the first questions that she spoke faster than a bullet.

I simply replied 'No one and No I don't'

'Oh, c'mon you must like someone! and why not?' She dragged on the 'not'.

'I don't like anyone.. really' I confirmed when she gave a a 'really?' look.

'Okay then but I'm so happy! I have a gay best friend! Does that mean you'll come shopping with me?!'

'Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm a stereotypical gay! Jeez!'

'Okay, okay sorry. But I am happy for you'

I gave her a hug and we lay on my bed and watched some films until she had to go home. By that time it was already 9:30pm so I decided to take a quick shower and go to bed. I lay in bed thinking about whether or not to tell my parents, they were pretty open minded but I constantly thought it would be different if I told them I was gay. Would they accept me? Would they disown me? Or would they not accept it since I was their only child? all these thoughts and more ran around in my head until I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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I awoke to the smell of bacon and a very annoying beeping sound. I rolled over in my bed and smacked my alarm, it fell off my unit, hit the ground and fell silent. I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and got dressed in my usual clothes; a pair of black skinny jeans, a band t-shirt, a purple hoodie and my purple converse. My style was dull and plain. Guess I wasn't a very good gay guy. I laughed at the thought. Once I was ready, I went downstairs to greet my mom.

'Hey mom' I stole a bit of bacon on her plate and devoured it quickly. Bacon was yummy!

'Good morning. You better hurry up before you're late.'

When I realised I had 20 minutes to get to school I kissed my mom on the cheek and scurried out the door. I slipped my ear phones in and listened to some All time low, singing along in my head. After about 10 minutes I arrived at what I like to call hell. As I reached the front gates I caught a glimpse of all the usual cliques.

The jocks, they were popular and got any girl they wanted. I had to admit they were definitely good looking but they were still jerks, Especially Josh Matthews and Adam Evans. The two of them were horrible and bullies, more towards me than anyone else. They seemed to enjoy picking on me, I like to pretend it's because they both find me irresistible but in reality they're just your typical high school jerks.

The next clique would be the cheerleaders which I don't bother remember the names of, what's the point? Then there were the nerds and last but not least the bad boys or bad boy? Let me fill you in.. Aiden Miller was this what I said a 'bad boy'. He would get in pointless fights, vandalize, get detention all the time and I'm sure it doesn't stop there. He's very mysterious. He has brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He was one of the best looking boys I have seen but he was bisexual I guess because I heard he's been with guys before but no one ever questioned that, everyone was pretty much terrified of him.

There were girls hanging off of him left, right and centre, it was a little sickening how sluts -or girls if you want to be formal?- hung off him. There were plenty of guys ogling him too who were supposedly 'straight'. They looked so desperate and needy. It was horrible to say the least. He has two friends that I know of and they are Jacob Smith and Mason Taylor. They weren't bad boys though, they were nice and kind and were always trying to keep Aiden from doing bad stuff but they usually failed. So yeah, that's what I see every day I come to school.

I walked through the front doors as swiftly as I could and made my way to my locker. Ella was already waiting for me. She hugged me and I hugged her back. We exchanged our 'hi's' and small talk before she went to her class. I got my books from my locker, as I turned around I saw Josh and Adam walking towards me, I quickly closed the door of my locker hoping they would leave me alone. Luck never seems to be on my side though because as soon as I wished this I was pushed into the lockers. I dropped my books and clutched my side where pain was radiating from. I tried to keep my head down but that seemed to make them even angrier towards me as another punch hit me in my jaw. There was a metallic taste in my mouth when I realised my lip was bleeding. I slid to the ground and the two boys left me there. I pulled my knees up to my chest and lay my head on them trying to to let any tears fall but still that didn't work.

The pain subsided after about 10 minutes and I was able to stand.I wiped my eyes and went to the boys bathroom as quickly as I could, I didn't want anyone to see me. No one usually noticed me anyway so hopefully I was in luck this time. I opened the door of the bathroom and it looked empty except from one stall, I dismissed this and ran the tap to wet some paper towels and clean my lip. There was a small smell of cigarette smoke but I figured it was just imagination. I looked in the mirror to see my face. My eyes were red and puffy from me crying, I had a busted lip and a red mark on my jaw slowly turning to a purple bruise. I lifted my shirt up a bit and I had another bruise on my ribs. I touched it and winced slightly, a few more tears fell from the pain. I slowly started to clean my lip. The stall door behind me opened and to say I was terrified was an understatement. I really couldn't deal with any more beatings but standing in front of me was none other than Aiden Miller. Not that he's ever hit me before but if I was in his way I'm sure he wouldn't think twice. I quickly grabbed my bag and went for the door, as I put my hand on the handle, I felt a hand touch my shoulder and flinched from the sudden touch. I didn't move, just stood there like an idiot.

Aiden P.O.V

I was in the bathroom stall during first class smoking. I was desperate and it was only English first anyway. Everyone at this school is scared of me most of the time except from Jacob and Mason, I've known them since I was young so I grew up with them and we've always been friends. They're the only people I usually listen to. It's not that I'm a bad person or anything, it's just that no one takes the time to get to know the real me. I don't talk to anyone outside my friend group usually, unless its my latest fling. Girls really enjoy the bad boy attitude and I'm not complaining but I'm bisexual and to be honest I prefer boys more than girls. Everyone thinks I'm just a bad boy with no feelings but I'm actually a nice person despite the fights and other stuff I do. There is one boy in particular I like. He's quiet and shy, traits I enjoy unlike the loud, bitchy girls that I'm usually with.. anyway, I don't know his name only that he's in a few of my classes and has one friend called Ella. I'm not sure if she's his girlfriend but they are awfully close and I just hope they're not going out with each other. Im getting carried away now. He's not even gay, I don't think...

I was just sitting in here smoking, it's a bad habit... I heard the door open. I decided to finish my smoke and then check who was there. I finished up and pushed the stall door open and my 'crush' was standing in front of me. I really need to find out his name! A few emotions crossed his face and I noticed he his lip was bleeding, he also had a bruise on his jaw. I was getting a little angry, who done this?! I was going to ask but he seemed to notice my anger so he picked up his bag and walked to the door grabbing the handle but I touched his shoulder, he flinched. Did he really think I would hurt him? Well, I suppose he would considering I don't pay attention to who I usually push out my way but there was no way I would hurt him. He seemed so fragile and cute. If I can call him cute since he must be at least 16. He didn't move after he flinched, just kinda stood there.

'Hey, what happened to you?' I asked as softy as I could so I didn't scare him anymore.

'It's nothing, I'm fine' He blatantly lied but at least he looked less scared.

'You're lying! Who done this to you?' The fright he had before came back and he back away a few steps.

I gave him an apologetic look, he acknowledged it but quickly scurried from the bathroom. I looked out the door to see him no where in sight. I didn't want him to be scared of me. I felt horrible and I noticed I got a feeling in my chest when he looked at me calmly. I went back in the bathroom and punched the cool tiles. Bad idea. My knuckles hurt like hell. The pain quickly faded and I placed my head on the tiles, the coldness instantly cooling my rage. I came to a conclusion. It had a few steps and they were; Find out this boy's name that I like so much, Give the people who done this to him a telling and eventually I would make him mine. I had no idea if he was gay or not but I would find out. I would get the boy I wanted no matter how much it will take! The bell rang signaling second class and I walked slowly through the halls, the crowd dividing as I walked. I don't get why people are so scared of me. Really? I'm not that scary. I went through the day and before I knew it, it was the end of school.

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