I'm a Flaming Homo, Then Why Do I Like Her?! [2] Bisexual, Mr. Thompson

RYAN POV

Lunch, my favorite class of the day, well besides Media, but I don't have that today. My moom had packed me yesterdays, toralini, yum! One of the best vegetarian options ever. I'm a vegetarian, just sayin', meat is murder guys, don't you forget it. I never really have liked meat much so why not be kinder to my body and annialate it from my diet. Bri says vegetarians have better sex, I believe it hehe, not like I've ever had sex. But anyway, I got this cute little red gummy bracelet at Hot Topic that says "Herabvore" Eee! Br

"So Ri Ri, how was Health?" Bri popped on my left side and sat down enjoying her school lunch food. A salad and and apple. Skinny bitch! Hahah kidding, guys, I love her.

"Usual, learn about disgusting methheads, gross, they do people do that, it mades them look all scabby and twitych, so ugly!"

He made a look of disgust, "ew, Ri, this is lunch I don't want-" cunching sounds of her apple" Hear about methheads while I'm" crung. "Eating!"

"Haha you wanted to know!"

On my right side Christina with her boyfrieend Trevor sat down, they were being couply so I decicded to go back to my conversation with Bri when I saw Samanatha sit down across from us timidly with her lunch. "Hey guys"

Trevor and Christina didn't say anythign because their mouths were on another, gross. Bri gave what sounded like a "Heloghghdsooo" With a big forkfull of salad in her mouth, I gave a polite nod.

Bri swolloed what was inside her mouth an began at a rapid place trying to make up for her lost time "SohowwasAmericanHistoryclass?Borninghuh?IthinkIhavethatonenextandpeoplehavetoldmeitsucksdoesit?"

"Bri, slow the fuck down," I chuckled, the new girl probably coudn't understand Brianese. After many long years eduring Bri I've learned to understand it fluently.

Bri gulped down her vitamin water. "So how was your last class haha?"

She sighed, "It was ok, I don't know many people there, Kelsey was there though, she seems nice."

"SPEAKING OF WHICH!" Bri stood up rattling the table, "I'LL SWIM THE OCEAN FOR YOU, OH KELSEY!"

"Bri! Shut up!" I yelled. She can be so obnoxious.But I love her.

He sat down, and kissed my cheek, "You love it Ri Ri" See?

"I love Metro Station..."

We both looked at Sam, she was looking down at her pb & j sandwich.She looked up "What?"

Bri giggled "Well, Trace is cute. hehe"

"Oh ew, Bri, heis not, he's too tall and skinny!"

"Oh c'mon, Ryan, you like him, and you're tall and skinny!" She snorted.

"Am not!" I yelled, playfully pushing her. "Plus he has those gross tattoos and pierings all over! He looks structurely unstable!"

"Ri Ri!" She pushed back, "You've been aching to get your lip pierced for ages!"

She was right, I have been. Haha, don't judge me, they're so cute on guys, why shouldn't I get one or two?

" I think it will look cute on you, Ryan" I turned to look who said that, it was Samantha.

Shocked "Thanks, Samantha, I'm glad you think so ahah"

She blushed.

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My next class on this godawful school was Spanish 3, "como se decie: yuck!" I have absolutly zero friends in this class so I sit next to some blonde girl wearing a Boys Like Girls T-shirt. She smiles and I see she has gorgeous teeth. "Wow, you like have really pretty teeth" I tell her, to you know, break the ice, I'm not that much of a social reject, I know how it goes. Complement her on something medeocre and obvious then she'll complement back and we'll then strike up this wonderful converstation. In english.

She giggles, "omg, thank you, I love your hair, it looks so soft!"

"Thanks," I say, carlessly petting my flawless blonde hair that I swept casualy the side today, "It's not healthy at all," I say being modest.

She giggles, "No, its gorgeous! Are you a natural blonde"

I laugh at this, such a typical question, "Of course, haha, I guess I'm just one of Hitler's race, you know, blonde hair blue eyes. Actually I went into the beautuy salon before school to get a touch up on my ends and I asked it the sylist wuld take my color a little darker. They won't even touch my hair! She said girls come in there to get my color all the time!"

"Wow, kudos for us blondes," She chuckles, "I bleach mine,I hate my natural color, brown, ew." She bends over and touches my hair like I did earlier, I have to say I didn't really like this judging that I spent all that time this mornig getting it right. But whatever, I wont snap at her, we just met and this class would suck without anyone to talk to.

"How can I get mine that way?" She says as she pets.

I smile, I'm such an expert on this, "Just experiment with a lot of products, get like a skin routine, just like you would a skin routine, so your hair gets used to the products, I use Catwalk it'll look way healthier-"

"Buenas dias classe!" The teacher greeted, uh, how rude, really, I was having a converstation. The teacher was a short women of about 5'3" with tick curley red/brown hair and dark Chilain skin. She probably was Chilian come ot think of it. Well anyway, I don't care. "Hola, me llamo Senora Estes, bienvendidos!" (Hello, my name is Mrs. Estes, welcome) She changed from spanish to englis, "As you know, this is Spanish 3, this will be a more extencsive couse than Spanish 2 with Sr. Ortiz so you're going to have to study study study!"

Ugh, really, this is poopie. Suddenly "Spice Up Your Life" byt The Spice Girls starts to play from my pocket, Bri is calling. I reach into my pocket to silence it but I feel someone looming over me " Mr. Andrews, is there a problem?" she says with a choppy accent.

I look up at her, "No, Sra. Estes."

She smirks, "well then you should have no problem taking yourself to the office."

Ugh! No!

"Ok, Sra Estes," I say grudgingly. This is poopie! In case you're wondering, I almost never say shit, its so unsappealing, I'll say fuck, I like that word, but shit, no. Poopie is ok with me. But really, its the first day of school, we're adjusting from our summer scedules, give us a fucking break!Okay, so I made my way to the office and slumped in one of the ugly coffee coloed chairs waiting my turn.

A few minutes later Samantha walked in a timidly sad beside me and breathed a short silent "hi" that I almost didn't hear.

"Hey, what're you hear for?"

She kept stating at her shoes, some cute hot pink ballet plats with acute bow ontop "I'm just getting some last tranfer paper adjustments" Without looking at me, "You?"

"My phone stupidly rand in spanish class and that "perra" sent me here. Sucks."

She smiled "Haha, yeah it sucks."

Silence. Wow, I hate silence, whe is the fucking secretary going to get one of us!?

"Are you gay?"

Silence broken.

I didn't know what to say, of course I'm gay...I think.

"No."

Did I just say no?! Why the hell did I say no?! I'm gay! Gay gay gay gayyyyyyyyy. UGH! I hope I don't some weird experssion on my face now, that'd be horrid.

"Oh." Oh?! That's all she said?!

Fuck, I better make this right. " Er, I mean yes."

She raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"

"Er, no, y-y-yes." Fuck, am I stuttering?

"No yes?"

Wow, I'm for sure makign her confused, nice job, Ryan, nice job.

"I-I-I'm bi"

"Oh. Cool"

I felt myself want to laugh to ease the awkwardness, so I did. I came out like one of those nervous laughs like if some evil demon soceror is asking if you have any last words. So it really wasn't a laugh more of a talking...laugh. Essentually its like this: "Ha-ha-ha-ha..yeah." Luckly I started to hear angels.

Well, not exactly angels, an angel might look like Shemar Moore From Criminal Minds. Thats right, gay thoughts, Ryan, gay thoughts. The secretary calling my name was a great save as a cantered into the vice-principal's office. I don't think I really listened to what he was saying because I was too busy recounting what had just happened. Why had I said I was not gay, then gay, then gay/straight...then well the middle, bi. I'm not bisexual am I? I'm 16 I've been calling myself gay for years, I AM gay aren't I? Why is this girl fucking with my orrientation?I just met her! And frankly she isn't anything special. I don't even like girls! Do I? Poopie. Wow, now is not the time to be questioning my sexuality. Could I be bisexual?That could work, guys and girls. What is it about Samantha? I have to find out.

"Well, Mr. Andrews, I hope you will consider rereading the school rules and regulations before bring your phone to school, Don't let it happen again or we'll confiscate next time. Since its the first day I'm letting you off easy."

"Thank you, sir."

"No problem, son, have a good day."

I turn to exit the door, "Bisexual, Mr. Thompson"

FUCK!

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