I decide to stop by my locker first, this way I’d get all my stuff and not have to go back. I plug in my combination and open it up. I’m not really surprised to see a note in my locker. I sigh before taking the note and crumpling it into a ball and throwing it behind me, not bothering to glance at it.

‘Stupid shitty ass threats.’ They always say the same things. Things like disgusting, freak, dyke, pussy licker, and even the whole “straighten you out” shit every now and then. They always say things like that. Sure, I get beaten and teased a lot in school, but I’ve built up a tolerance for it. I probably wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for Ashley, though. But no one’s gone so far as to actually “straighten me out”. I don’t think they ever will, but then again, they don’t even know that I really am gay.

I take the things I need and slam the locker shut, ignoring the looks and comments all around me. I stomp off into my homeroom and I take a seat. Another boring day of classes, how original. I’ve only been doing it my entire high school life.

That is weird. So far today, I haven’t been attacked, teased, ambushed or bullied in any sort of way. Huh. That’s strange. Oh well, maybe today’s just an off day for everyone.

I head off to out little hide out. That’s right, I said “our”. She kepts getting mad when I called hers, she said that it was ours. You have absolutely no clue how happy that made me.

She even gave me a key to the place. I was surprised when she did, I couldn’t imagine anyone trusting me with such a thing, I still can’t. I turn the corner and open the door, locking it behind me. I walk along the corridor until I find the room. I unlock the door but leave it open.

Taking in deep breathes, I take in the scent of the slightly run down place known as our hang out. I take a seat and stare out the window, watching the sun come through the glass. I hear the doorknob jiggling and I snap my head around. I see Ashley’s back turned to me, closing the door.