DONT RUN FROM ME

I'm Grayson. I know this might be a bit odd and yeah, introductions are cliché yet, what's there to lose? I'm an average eighteen year old senior about to graduate with zero losses and everything to show for it. Also, I'd like to mention that almost thirty-five percent of men have a feminine height and weight and so that concludes that the number of times I get my ass handed to me in my existence doesn't really matter, what matters is personality really because where's the brains in brute? But I just wanted to justify that the gene pool has favorites and I am living proof that I am in fact, not a favorite. I've been living in California for the past two years and a half and I'm well adjusted to the bustle of the city. You can exclude yourself quite easily when you see through the façade everyone tries to upkeep. To be honest, I don't find myself interested in females but with also very little interest in relationships as a whole but I'm not bitter about it. Like I said, 'well adjusted". I was on the bus; heading regrettably at full speed to the worst possible sanctum they could call an educational institution and I'm not even exaggerating. When we arrived the bus stalled; the mass starting to stand up as if all seven-hundred of them could fit through that dog door. I stayed seated because I wasn't in any rush. I looked tired and I felt like s**t. I'm pretty sure my sweatpants are at least two weeks raw. I was done caring in the middle of the school year but now I have more of an excuse since we're nearing the end. I got up and walked off just to be met with my best friend and i***t in crime, Anise. Considering it was an, 'ok' morning. It was way too early to deal with any of her but unfortunately, she was already in front of me. "Hey gay." I paused. She beamed at me, fighting back a snicker. I think I felt my eye twitch. See? Too early for this. If I wasn't already out and comfortable with my sexuality, Anise would be way more of a headache than she already is. " Don't call me that." I muttered pulling my bag over my shoulder and pushing the doors open leading us into the halls. I wasn't embarrassed about it either, but how many times was Anise going to make it so obvious? She smiled and flipped her dark hair over her shoulders. " Gay, I wanted a new nickname for you, and your name is Grayson and you're gay so I thought, Gay." She explained rubbing her chin. I gave her an unamused look and her smile fell. " Don't call me that" I sighed once again pushing past her. She pouted and followed after, laughing to herself. " Did you see the new guy, can you say hot? Brazilian Exchange student and let me tell you, I wanna exchange some things with him" she said looking into the distance with that gross look in her eyes as she fiddled with her lock. I gagged mentally leaning against the cool metal, my eyes glazing over the sea of people that transgressed like a rapid river. She giggled looking in the mirror, snapping my attention to her once more. The student body Penalty Advisory installed it for her. Did that make any sense? No. Yet, there's the mirror. I shook my head and grabbed my lab book, stuffing it in my bag before I headed to my first class of the day. I turned around and walked off desperately trying to get to the restroom before class while trying to make my hair appear less disastrous. Shaking my head, I ran my fingers through the curls to try and loosen them. One more left toss and I think I looked okay or maybe I looked like a peacock? Only Christ could tel- My face smacked into a hard surface and I felt myself fall backward and straight onto my ass. I yelped In shock as the pain took over, biting my lip, wincing quietly as the pain soared up my back lingering defiantly. I groaned under my breath, looking up. Before I could say a word to whoever couldn't watch where they were going, a hand was shoved in my face. " I am so sorry, Let me help you up" A voice came deep , each word slipped off his tongue smoothly, the accent made it nearly impossible to make out what he was saying. I grabbed his hand and pulled my bruised and broken body up in such a swift motion, it made it hard to regain my balance. " I'm sorry." he apologized sincerely, yet again. I looked up into wide eyes, his warm gaze captivating enough to stall me for just a moment. I cleared my throat, creating some distance between us. His smile was nearly blinding, his teeth so white. Divine s**t, this guy was like 6ft of HD. " It's cool man." I reassured, brushing myself off. " I'm Lucas, by the way " he introduced out of the blue, smiling broadly. His minty breathe fanned me coolly. I opened my mouth; shutting it just as fast. This was not the circumstance for intros. I glanced up at the clock sitting above the lockers realizing I was late. " ok? " I sidestepped him and walked away. That may have been rude but honestly what was I supposed to say in that situation?