Pressed against the wall of the school hall was a nerd, by a jock. A girl making out with a boy, the emo kids standing in the corner giving you a glare as you walk by. The cheerleaders giggling, the weird horse girls trying to make friends with the cowboys. The wannabe gangsters and the ones who act like they’re black, but in reality aren’t.

You roll your eyes as you walk out of the school, going out to the tables outside and sitting down with your Group. It didn’t really have a name, all you knew was that you weren’t really popular… you weren’t not popular either. It’s just… people stayed away because of the specific rainbows on your backpacks, one girl with a orange pink and purple-ish pin, you , a green, blue and teal-ish pin, and Oren, a rainbow pin.

Queers, they called you, freaks, normals, you didn’t know. All you knew? You liked boys. That was final, all Oren knew? He liked boys. That’s final. And all Harper, your friend knew ? She liked girls, that was final.

You sat there, no one talked for a long while. Before Harper got up and left, leaving you and Oren together.

He sighs and looks over at you, you were best friends, some might say more , some might say you were dating. They were lik… friends with benefits. But not, you slept in a bed together once, held hands once, hell, you kissed him on the cheek once .

He looks at you for a long while before sighing. “I’m gonna go skate for a bit, wanna come?”

You say yes, get up. And leave. Ahh, skiping school to skate. Sounds like Oren.