I walked down the hall with a brown-haired girl, Brooke I believe her name was, and her friends, telling them about my other life in Los Angeles.
They seemed really interested in getting to know me, especially Brooke. Sure she's pretty, gorgeous actually: chocolate brown eyes; long, wavy, light brown hair; a dazzling smile; and a good figure.
Only problem with her liking me: I'm gay. Most people can tell by the way I dress that I'm not like them and, if it helps any, I was the leader and star of the drama, dance, and choir programs at my old high school.
And now that I was transferred because of bullying, I'm now the new kid at the San Diego School of the Arts.
Brooke and her friends are in my dance class and they offered to show me around the school. "And over there is the heart and soul of the school, particularly the entire music department, and where all of our instrument players go to practice."
Brooke motioned towards a building as she talked that had high, tall windows. I walked to that building, Brooke and her friends following close behind, The main hall was crowded with people carrying instruments or listening to people play.
I kept walking, trying to find practice rooms, when I turned around to see Brooke and them gone. I shook my head and kept walking, going upstairs and down another hallway.
A bell rang and a few seconds later it got really quiet. I was finally alone.
The only sound that broke the silence was the strumming of a guitar, slightly muffled. I followed the sound to a door with a thin window, beside it was a sign that said 'Practice Room 8'.
I looked in the window to see a figure sitting on a chair with the guitar in his lap, his face hidden behind a blonde fringe. He looked so absorbed in the music, his eyes closed, a slight smile on his lips, that I eased the door open and listened to him play.
I listened to a few chords and recognized it as the rock version of Lady Gaga's song 'Fever'. I began to sing softly without noticing, closing my eyes as well. The blonde didn't stop once and played out the whole song to the end.
When he was finished, his soft, chocolate brown eyes were on me, his mouth open in surprise. "W-wow, dude. You're really good," he managed to stutter softly. I ducked my head and felt my cheeks heat up at his praise, "Thanks."
He smiled warmly and extended his hand, "Name's Tommy." I returned the smile and took his hand, "Adam."
As soon as our skin met, I felt a weird tingling sensation hit me. Our eyes met instantly and it was like we were the only two people in the world. Tommy was shaken out of the spell by the crash of his guitar when he accidentally let go and it fell.
He blinked his eyes rapidly and grabbed the guitar by its neck. I self-consciously ran my palms across the front of my jeans, looking everywhere but at him. I felt his eyes staring at me more then once while he was putting his guitar back in its case.
I suddenly heard muffle voices in the hallway calling my name, "Adam?! Where are you?!"
I motioned to the door and backed towards it, "I'll be back Tommy..." I opened the door and almost hit a small, white boy whose name I think is Taylor.
"Hey, Adam. Brooke, Sasha, Terrence, and I have been looking for you. What are you doing in there?"He peered around my shoulder to see Tommy sitting on a chair. "I was listening to Tommy play and we started talking."
Taylor's face scrunched up and he grabbed my arm, "C'mon Adam. You don't wanna hang around this faggot. His queer-ness will rub off on you."
My mouth dropped at his rudeness to Tommy. I pulled my arm out of his grasp and said, "Oh. You go on ahead Taylor, tell Brooke I'll meet you guys out front." He gave Tommy one last ugly look and turned down the hall.
I shut the door behind him and faced Tommy, "Tommy, I'm sor-"
The blonde raised one hand to silence my words and he shook his head, "No need to apologize, it's fine. I don't care. There are alot of stupid ass homophobes here and they say shit like that 'cause I'm so obviously gay."
He gestured with his hand to his clothing: a sparkly, striped grey and black shirt with the top two buttons open, the collar flared; dark skinny jeans that fit the curves of his legs perfectly with a silver studded belt through the loops.
My eyes shot back to his face and I noticed a thin black line of eyeliner rimming his warm, brown eyes, the tiniest bit of eyeshadow framing them. His lips also had lipgloss, I could see it shining in the light.
My eyes stayed locked in his lips, 'What would he taste like? Probably......" I didn't finish the thought, instead I walked closer, studying his face. I stood so that our bodies were about two inches apart, I had about five inches of height on him, so he had to look up slightly.
Tommy didn't seem the least bit bothered by my closeness, though I was close enough to kiss. "Yeah....obviously gay..." I said softly, running my hand down his bare arm, causing Tommy to shiver, closing his eyes.
My fingers itched to back him up to a wall and taste those full lips, but no one at this school can know I'm gay, or it's off to another place. So instead of doing what I wanted so badly to do, I stepped back from him, returning my hands to my sides.
I closed mt eyes briefly, trying to calm my frantically beating heart. When I opened my eyes, the blonde was giving me a slightly confused look, his head cocked to one side. I smiled reassuringly at him, "It's nothing Tommy, really."
He gave me a look that said he didn't fully believe what i said, but he'd drop it for now. "Don't worry Adam, I won't tell anybody you're-" Tommy started to say, but was interrupted when the door behind me opened. In walked a girl with long, black hair tied back into a messy low ponytail, wearing a long sleeved V-neck blouse and sparkly black pants.
Tommy's eyes smiled when he saw her, "Hey, Cam." "Hey Tommy, Isaac's looking for you." Cam's eyes flicked to me then, a smile gracing her features, "Who's this?"
"Adam," I introduced myself, nodding slightly at her. "Camila, most people call me Cam." Tommy stood up then, grabbing the case of his guitar and walked toward the door, "C'mon Cam. Let's go see what Isaac wants."
She nodded and walked out the door. Tommy stayed behind for a minute, just staring at me. "Well, I guess I'll see ya Tommy," I said, extending a hand. He took my hand and pulled me into a hug, whispering into my ear, "Oh, I just bet you will, Babyboy," and left a quick kiss on my cheek.
He walked away smiling, leaving me speechless and dumbfounded. He turned around in the doorway then, "Oh! By the way, I won't tell anybody."
"Tell anybody what?"
His grin got wider as he said, "That you're so obviously gay." He motioned towards his face and his clothing, then pointed at me. I realized how gay I must looks, though only he noticed it so far.
My pale blue eyes were heavily rimmed with black eyeliner and my hair and clothes had tons of glitter everywhere. How no one but Tommy could tell, I'll never understand.
When I was fully alone, I touched my cheek where he kissed me, still feeling his lips on my skin. I smiled as I recalled his eyes, so warm and inviting; the look they had in them right before his eyelids hid them as I softly touched his skin.
I snapped out of it as I remembered Taylor and Brooke, I was supposed to meet them outside. I sighed and turned out the light in the practice room, closing the door behind me.