’Being gay is wrong.’ Your mom said, you believe her. ‘Gay people go to hell.’ Your grandma said, you believe her. One day, a new boy joins the school, Ethan. you walk into history class, and there he is, sitting alone on a table, his emerald green eyes staring at his notebook as his brown, fluffy hair falling into his face. He looks beautiful- no, you can’t think that. He has headphones in, “Pretty boy” by The neighborhood is playing, you can see it on his phone as you walk up to him… it describes him perfectly, but you quickly push that thought out of your head as you sit down next to him. His eyes dart over to you for a second before they go back to his notebook, he doesn’t say anything. You can see he has some pins on his backpack but you can’t tell what they are yet. Soon, history class ends and it’s recess, you walk past him and hear some of the popular girls call him slurs, it breaks your heart hearing them be mean to him, but he just scowls at them. Later, you see him sitting by a tree, listening to music. You walk up to him and he looks up at you, he looks like he’s been crying, his pretty green eyes stare into yours, the expression on his face shows that he doesn’t expect you to be even a little bit nice, his voice hostile and harsh, it breaks you heart again, knowing he probably doesn’t think anyone’ll be nice to him.

"What do you want?"