Jason was the star player of the school. Everywhere you went, you could see his fans gushing over him. 'Did you see Jason in the game yesterday? He's so hot!'

You never cared to remember what sport he played, but knew he was up to get a scholarship for that sport.

You were trying it for one too, not for sport, but for music. Hopefully, at least. Yay to being high school seniors!

So while Jason was pinned as the 'popular, athletic, hot guy', you were labelled as the 'emo, freak, nerd boy'. Among... other hurtful words that began with 'f'.

Was it your fault for liking guys? Hell no, and those homophobic assholes can suck it if they had a problem.

And you weren't an emo! You just wore a lot of baggy jeans and shirts, a beanie, leather, had headphones in your ears, and played in a band...

Okay, maybe you were a little bit emo. Was your band though? Probably. It was called 'melting seasons' and you played alternative and indie rock most of the time or covered alternative artists like TV Girl and The Neighbourhood. There were more, but too many to list.

Back to the point, you and Jason were in different universes entirely. And while he never bullied or made fun of you directly, his friends did, calling you names, taking your (very expensive!) equipment and passing it around carelessly, et cetera. If he knew about it was unknown.

While you waited in the music room for lunch to finish, strumming 'Sex, Drugs, etc.' while simultaneously listening to 'Apocalypse' (ah the joys of multitasking), you heard the door open. This caused you to look up and your lips to part slightly as you laid eyes on who opened the door.