The Popular Boy

NOTE: The following short story is pure fantasy.

Something amazing happened to me. It might sound awkward to some people, especially those who have some “issues” regarding gay relationships.
A friend told me something about the term “gay”. He told me “gay” means “happiness”. Well… If that’s true, then I wanna tell you a story about the gayest moment of my life.

I was 14 years old, in 9th grade. I had long blond hair. Well, I was one heck of a school nerd. I didn’t wear glasses, but I had good grades at everything in school… Except math. I was an average kid when it comes to math. My grades weren’t so bad, just good enough to get away with it.
Before I go any further with this story, I wanna explain some things: First, my school had a few kids considered “Popular kids”. Ya know, kids that can hang out with anybody they want, and that everyone knows who they are. Those kind of kids. Well, they rarely hang out with un-popular kids, they usually hang out with other popular kids, know what I mean? Anyways, I guess I was “invisible” to everyone at school. Nobody noticed me, I could be gone for a week or two, no one would noticed I was gone or even ask me if anything happened. Well… During class, some kids like to send me some rude comments, for their amusement.

Ok, back to the story. It was a regular wednesday, I hated wednesdays, cuz the last class of the day was math… Ya have no idea how I hate math, specially with a teacher that just likes to talk really loud and yell at whoever says “I didn’t understand this exercise” or anything of that sort.
Anyways, the only thing I liked about math class, is that it’s the only class where I get to see Dylan Matthews, besides recess, except in this class… He’s a lot closer to me. He’s a popular kid, and the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen. He was around my size, dark eyes and really long dark brown hair. What I loved most about his hair was that it was all black indoors and when it’s exposed to the Sun, you can see the brown color of his hair perfectly.
Every math class, he sits right behind me, with a couple of friends, also popular kids, next to him. They spend most of the time making fun of me, for their personal amusement. Well… They do that to every geek in school, nothing new here really.

Anyways, this wednesday was different… On my way to the classroom, I saw Dylan and a couple of friends fooling around on their way to the classroom, one of them pushed Dylan and a book fell from his backpack, and he didn’t notice that. I quickly grabbed the book, and opened it. Yep… It’s his book, it has his name written right on the first page. I entered the classroom and saw him on his desk. I placed the book on his desk, I said “You dropped this.” and went back to my seat, as if nothing happened… I couldn’t act like he was a good friend of mine, he barely knows I exist… But his friends know I exist, cuz they make fun of me everyday.

During class, I got lucky. The guys decided to pick on another geek in class instead of me.