I will reach for you

" You are very handsome", he complimented me and I smiled, covering my face with my hands.

He was tall and well built but I could not see his face. I was blushing so hard that my cheeks was as red as Rudolph's nose. He touched my face moving closer with his hands on my neck.

  His mouth moved and immediately, I closed my eyes expecting a kiss but instead, I felt water on my face.

" Is it raining?", I whispered, pouting my lips with my eyes closed still waiting for the kiss.

" No, dumbass. Wake up, you are going to be late for school", he screamed in my face.

I frowned, that sounds like my mother.

Splash!

" What the fuck!", My eye shot opened and I sprang up from the bed. My brain was still trying to process what just happened. My pyjamas was wet then it clicked, my mother poured water on me. Thanks to my slow morning brain, I just realized that.

" Language Sebastian", my mother frowned to which I snorted.

" But mom, why the water?", I whined, rubbing my hooded eyes. My mother titled her head slightly towards the alarm clock.

I rolled my eyes and laid on my bed. I don't want to go to school, it may be fun to others but to me it is a living hell.

    " Come on Seb, you are going to be late."

" I don't care mom, I am tired", I was really tired. School weakens me and got me shaking to the bones.

" Why do you always give reasons whenever you don't want to go to school?", She asked me, rubbing my hair tenderly. There she goes, the soft voice that got me agreeing to whatever she says. I shut my mouth tight and refused to speak to her. She is always looking out for me which hurts, I groaned into my pillow and reluctantly stood up from my bed.

After spending years in the bathroom, I came out looking like a smooth baby butt. 

I stared at myself in the mirror, my 5ft6 self staring back at me. I sighed, rubbing my blonde hair. Today is going to be a long day, just like how my days have always been.

I walked into the kitchen just in time to see my mother serving my food, I sighed and dragged myself to the table.

" Here son, eat up", she muttered and kissed my head to which I grunted. I hate it when my mother behave like this, it becomes so hard for me to skip school even when I am reluctant to go.

" One more year and it is over", I whispered to myself before digging into my food.

The sound of door slamming against the wall somewhere in the house made me startled. I kept my eyes trained on my food because I knew who it was. My father barged into the dining without acknowledging me, he does this everytime, treating me like a furniture.

Even without him knowing I am different from his children, I tried hard to hide my identity from my father. He is already disappointed in me for having bad grades and not being a smart son.

I straightened my back and greeted him which I heard a grunt in response. I rushed my breakfast, dropping my plate in the sink and kissed my mother.

" Bye mom", I said before scrambling out of the house. 

Whew!

That was close, I adjusted my backpack and walked to school. Lucky me, my school was twenty minutes away from my house.

The school parking lot was filled with flashy rides, groups and cliques were chatting away noisily and making fun of the average scholarship students including me. I knew they were laughing at me but I chose to ignore it. It is not as if I can walk up to them and tell them to keep their fucking mouth shut.

I breathe deeply through my mouth and clutch my backpack like my life depends on it, it is always the same.

Keeping my head down, I hastily walk into the school entrance also making sure I do not slam into things or people as I was being pushed around.

" Hey fag", a jock ran to my side, placing his arm on my shoulder. I stiffened and try to look fearless but deep down, it is always the same. A scared little me, too scared to stand up for myself.

I anticipated his next move and was ready to do what I always do next. 

He hit the back of my head and laughed when the other encourage him. I tried to remove his arm from my shoulder which led to him slamming me against the locker and my books sprawled all over the floor.

" Oh my bad!", He smirked and walked away.

Tears pooled in my eyes which I desperately tried not to shed. This has been my life in school, I am a weak boy, too weak for pearl high.

I took their scholarship exam and got picked, the biggest mistake of my life. I was been bullied because my besties ratted me out. John and Mason were my best friends, we do things together and got scholarship to study in pearl high but my friends wanted more, they wanted to join the rich kids. They started following them around like a dog and when I told them my secret about me liking guys, they announced it to the whole school and since then, I became a laughing stock.

I wasn't the only gay in pearl high, most of them are rich and have their rich partners but I am an average guy from an unknown background. They said I was not fit to be a gay so I was casted out.

I sighed and crouched down to pick my notes when I notice mason and John heading my way, I held my breath.

Why am I scared of them? I don't know, they were the people I grew up with.

They stop right in front of me, mason bent to help me but John stopped him.

" You know what it means to be seen with him", he warned Mason. " Hey fag", he grin widely before stepping on my notes. " Look how rough it is", he increased the pressure, tearing my notes in the process. " Oh! My leg slipped."