I'm Not Gay

|| Bill’s PoV ||

Going to a new school is probably the absolute worst thing that would happen to you. One day everything’s going great and the next thing you know, you’re parents tell you that your dad got a better job offer and you have to move. The new house thing doesn’t bother me. Nor does the new neighborhood. I don’t mind the move itself. It’s just the change of schools. It took me forever to get the friends I did have. Especially Andreas. Andreas was my very best friend, he cried with me when I told him I was moving.

“What are you going to do, Bill?” He asked me, laying his head on my shoulder and wrapped both of his arms tightly around me.

“Call you every night like I never left at all.” I told him simply, my head resting against his. An odd gesture from me- I’m normally so worried about ruining my hair.

“It won’t be the same. You’re on the other side of the country. How will you survive without me?” He asked lifting his head up and kissing my lips lightly.

I smiled and kissed him back. Andreas and I were both gay, but not together. We learned that us being together was a bad idea- Andreas got to jealous. “I’ll manage somehow, Andi. I love you.”

“I love you to Bill.” He said back, leaning his forehead on mine.

That was the last thought I had before I walked into the school that would ultimately be my worst nightmare. I got stares and wide eyes and whispers and just walked past them. I was used to that by now. I know I dress different then a normal boy. My clothes are tight, my nails are long and painted perfectly, my hair is long and spiked out- black and blonde, and of course the much makeup and jewelry that adorned my body. So stares were nothing new.

“What did Tom do to himself?” I heard a girl whisper as I passed her. I was a little confused, but not to much. She could have been talking about anyone. It wasn’t until I was walking by the boys room headed to the office and I was grabbed by to others and pushed against the wall did I understand anything at all.

Even though I was confused at this point as well.

“Tom,” The one with longer hair hissed at me, “What the hell are you wearing? What did you do to your hair?” He poked a finger threw my spiked mess of hair and I tried jumping away from him. Tom? That girl has said Tom…

“I… I…”

“That’s gotta be a wig!” The other one exclaimed before tugging on my hair making me yelp. And he quickly let it go and they both took a step back when someone else walked into the room.

“Georg. Gustav. What the fuck is going on? Sarah said she saw you two in here with me.” He said, pushing a long dreadlock over his shoulder and I gasped when he looked up. That’s why I must have been called Tom since I walked in here. He had to be him.

The long haired one was the first to speak, looking at Tom with wide eyes and trying to think of something that may have sounded normal. I’m guessing telling him that everyone was mistaking me for him all morning wouldn’t have been a good idea. “No. No, you heard her wrong. We told her to tell you to meet us in here.” He said, fixing the strait brown hair over his shoulder.

I was basically cowering against the wall. The dreadlocked boy was taller then the other two, and he looked like he could snap someone in half if he really wanted to, especially with that glare he was giving the other two. At least, until he noticed me. Our eyes locked for a moment and identical brown eyes grew the size of saucers.

“You can’t be serious,” He was the first to speak and started laughing, “You seriously thought he was me!” His arms went across stomach as if he was breaking into two pieces as he doubled over in laughter.

“Tom! He looks like you!” The shorter haired one argued, “You can’t blame us!”

His laughter started dying away as he looked at me again, “Dread his hair out, loosen up those clothes, take off that gaudy jewelry, and all of that make-up, and we might talk.” He shook his head, “You guys are serious assholes to think I would ever look like that. Now come on, I need a smoke before class.”

The other two just looked at me once more before following Tom out of the bathroom and wherever the other wanted to go. I guess its better not to argue with him.

I stayed where I was for a bit longer before I left the bathroom. The whispers had stopped and it proved what I thought as soon as I had seen the other boy. The whispers were only following me because they thought I was that kid. How weird is that? I really didn’t look that much like him. The same colour eyes… that’s about it. I’m sure of it.

But I couldn’t get that sinking feeling out of my stomach that if we stood side by side and I took off my make-up… we would look exactly alike.

The side by side part didn’t take to long, As I was walking to my first hour, there was Tom walking in the opposite direction. He noticed me as the kid from the bathroom. “Sorry about my friends.” He said, I didn’t expect him to acknowledge me. “They don’t know their heads from their asses.” He gave me a half crooked smile and I nearly melted. Looked like me or not- his smile was to die for. “I’m Tom.” He held his hand out to me.

I smiled at him and took his head, he was a lot nicer then I originally thought he was. I guess his friends just had him pissed off. “I’m Bill…” I said to him, as we both took out hands back. His fingers were calloused from some instrument; my guess would be a guitar. I wasn’t like him at all. My hands were smooth, delicate; I could never play a guitar.

“Nice to meet you, Bill.” He said, walking into the classroom before I did. I followed him with a smile over my lips. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I had a crush on this me look alike person. Tom.

But he wouldn’t be interested in me. I could tell by the way he looked at the girl in the front desk and raised a brow at her. She giggled and nodded, looking away from him and back at the teacher. He smirked and sat back, looking very smug indeed.

I took a desk a few seats behind him. Yeah, I defiantly had a crush on him. My jealously of that girl proved it. I wanted to get to know him… but how do you get to know someone who so obviously wouldn’t want to get to know me?