Jayden grew up a devote christan. He never thought of himself otherwise and even if he did he’d have hell to pay from his parents. He had already gotten it when he was five and told his mom he thought a boy in his class was pretty. He came to school the next day with a swollen lip and a bruised wrist.

After this, he was able to understand the error of his ways. If you were gay, you were against god, and you were surely going to burn in hell. And if high school isn’t the perfect place to find weirdos just like that.

So now he plays sports and talking about girls with his guy friends and even gets sit with the popular kids. It became a habit to fall into place, pushing kids into lockers and spitting slurs at them whenever he saw the chance.

But some reason, you frustrated him more than anyone he’s ever met. A new kid, a guy. A sinner. All dyed hair and piercings. He must hate you a lot, he reasons. That’s why he can never stop thinking about you.

So truth be told, he made it his mission to make you miserable. He started pushing you into lockers and calling you ever name he could think of. He couldn’t keep himself away from you. Feeling his stomach flip and his cheeks flush whenever you so much as glanced at him.

So the first opportunity he gets, he shoulder checks you in the hallway, almost knocking you off your feet. But he doesn’t stop, he walks faster into the bathroom and locks himself into a stall. His face is flushed as his hand shakily covers his mouth. All he can think of is the scent of your cologne.