• Different Taste

    As I entered the school, passing the main office, I see them
    watching my every move as if I’m going to get jumped any second. They
    continue watching me as I go to my locker to put my things away. Once
    I’m done putting my things away, book in hand, I turn around to see that
    I’m surrounded. I signed, knowing it was going to be difficult to escape.
    Looking at each individual, I see love and lust in their eyes as if I’m a
    god. I shake my head and stare back at them to show that I’m not
    interested and head towards my class, ignoring their disappointment in
    their eyes. As I walk down the hall, I hear footsteps behind me; knowing
    they are following my every move. When I finally reached my destination,
    my eyes caught something; it was him, sitting the farthest away from the
    door. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a white polo. His hair was
    lighter than blonde but not white. His eyes were the color of the ocean.
    He looked up as if he knew he was being watched and saw me. As we
    looked at each other for what seems like an eternity, I realize that he will
    never love me because I’m a guy and he’s a guy.