"Trevor, wake up you stupid child, you're going to be late for school!"
He woke up feeling groggy, 'great,' he thought to himself, 'another night of absolutely no sleep.' If he kept this up than he was never going to get to ever fucking sleep, he sat up and stretched, feeling several different joints pop, and groaned. Standing up, he shook his head yawning and grabbed a towel from his closet to take a shower. When he was finally finished and ready for school he left, he didn't need to tell his parents, because they would never care. He was 17 so he couldn't move out, but he did have the money saved up from various 'odd' jobs he had done. If you had asked Trevor to describe himself, He would have told you he thought he was fairly average looking. Raspberry Brown hair that was often combed off to the side with a spike added into it, blue eyes that his mom once adored more than anything, and dimples on both his cheeks. Both of his ears were pierced, but he never had matching earrings in; often times he would have a hoop ring hanging from his right ear, in his left ear he wore either an amethyst or a Rose Quartz stud. His nose was delicate almost effeminate and added a softness to his face, his lips were perky, fairly full with a cupids bow most envied over. His arms had definition to them, but they were still pretty lanky, often covered up by the many sweaters or sweatshirts he would wear. His chest was slim, but not enough so that you could see under his ribs. It was between casual gym goer and stick. Trevor didn't think of himself as attractive, and if you asked a stranger on the street they would tell you Trevor was attractive in the "He looks like a sweetheart in the boy next door kind of way."
As he walked down his street, his hand fumbled for his phone that was in his pocket, an Iphone. The only present his father had gifted him since he had "come out" to them. He suspected that it was a way for his father to keep an eye on him, make sure Trevor wasn't going anywhere deemed "impure." When he was finally able to fish his phone out of his pocket, he put his earphones in and pressed play. There was a moment of silence as the song loaded, and soon the melody for Flyleaf's "All Around Me," was playing in his ears.
Music, he found, was often his only escape from the pains and irritations he felt from the 'real' world. No one understood him, at least he never thought they tried to. As he was the only 'openly' gay guy in his small town, with a population of only 2,000 people. No one said, "Hi," to him in the hallways. They'd just shove him around out of their way. It didn't bother him now, what irritated him more was that he knew if someone asked him if he was alright; he knew he would be able to look them stone cold and tell them he was used to it, except no one ever did.He continued walking towards his high school, Medusala High School, home of the Snakes. Named after the Greek Medusa, Trevor couldn't understand why they would name a high school after a Greek Monster. Although he had suspected it was long past to ask the person who had named the school, as they had done it over a century ago and had never told anyone else b efore their passing as to why they had named it that.
Trevors thoughts went back to his early high school days like the first time he had told someone he was gay. The worst mistake he had ever made. He had been best friends with this girl Kylie Anderson, they had grown up together and had trusted each other with everything up to that point. At the time he was 15, a freshman in high school, when he began developing feelings for his first crush, Jacob Mandela. Jacob was a part of the "Popular Jocks," group. The ones who loved American Football, Jacob even made it to JV Quarterback his freshman year of High School, a position usually given to Sophomores and Juniors. So it was no surprise that he had many people send glances his way, or for their admiration and adoration for him to grow as rapidly as it did. The feelings surprised Trevor, he had never had feelings for a boy before, or anyone for that matter. He thought women were pretty, but never had he felt "physical feelings" for one.
When the feelings started to go beyond just "admiration," and "idolization," and moved into "Adoration and attractiveness," Trevor went to his best friend, at first Kylie did a great job helping him through his fear of these new feelings. She would talk to him about it as if she supported him and at first it was amazing. Trevor could feel himself grow more confident in himself. He started to feel pride in who he was. He felt like he could come out and at least he'd have some sort of support system in Kylie. However the Monday a couple weeks after he came out to Kylie he was shown how wrong he had been about her. He showed up to school, a smile on his face. It wasn't until he was down the hall from his locker that he realized that everyone was looking at him while whispering to each other. His smile faltered a little, but it was his locker that made his smile fall completely. On his locker was a picture of him posted all over the locker with the word "Fag!" in large letters on each of them. It all made sense to him now, the stares and the whispers in the hallways. Someone had found out. Someone had found out and had now told the entire school. It felt as if someone had just punched him in the gut with an Iron Fist. He couldn't breathe. His arms reached for his throat and he started coughing. It was after the coughing that the tears started welling up.
It wasn't until that moment that Trevor observed a crowd had gathered around him, the crowd just stood there watching him begin to have an anxiety attack in front of them, no one coming to help him. Than he heard the sound of laughter spring up from behind the crowd. The people in the crowd spread out, parting as the red sea did for Moses. Trevor looked up, walking towards him was Jacob, laughing almost maniacally. On his arm, almost as if they were attached was Kylie. Who was also giggling behind her hand.
"Did you think I wouldn't figure it out Trevor?" Jacob said between laughs.
"It was pretty obvious though. You're disgusting, thinking I didn't notice all the times you would look at me? What the fuck? Why would someone like me go out with a Fag Loser like you? You disgusting FAG!" Jacob was getting louder with each word, before spitting on Trevor as he finished talking, practically yelling at this point at him. The spit breaking the crowds silence as they began laughing at Trevor.
"How appropriate they call the school, 'Home of the Snakes' though." He thought to himself as he walked through the gate onto school grounds before shaking his head to clear himself. The thoughts and memories weren't important to him, he would just push them back down. Bottle them up and never let them see the light of day. He had dreams to focus on; dreams of escape, dreams of hope, of peace. Finally his favorite dream. It was one he had often, he would always wake up in tears after the dream, but they were never tears of pain or sadness. The dream was always of a family. Not a nuclear family, but a family he knew that he had helped create. He always saw two boys running around a giant house, while a little girl sat nearby playing with her dolls. Him and his husband sitting on the nearby couch, Trevor's head laying in his husbands lap while his husband brushed his hand through Trevor's hair with his hand.
Trevor never saw who his husband was in the dreams, there was never a full face that he could see, but in the dreams he knew the man was his husband. He also always knew he felt safe and confident with the man in his dreams. He also knew that he and his husband had fought hard to make their home in the dreams feel like a brave space for their kids. It was those feelings that made Trevor believe that he wasn't actually dreaming, but having visions of his future.
The thought of his future appearing to be brighter than it was at his present filled him with a smile as he walked into his first hour class, English. It was one of his favorite classes, only because the teacher treated him as if he didn't exist. Which was better than how some of the other teachers would treat him. That and he and loved to read, so English was his greatest subjects with the highest grade for him. When he saw the new boy sitting in his seat though, his smile fell.
Bracing for the scene he knew would about to unfold, he timidly walked up to the boy and said.
"E-Excuse me, I think you are sitting in my seat? I know t-the seats are not assigned, however this is w-where I usually sit." He told the boy, instantly bracing himself. When it never came Trevor was shocked, he slowly opened one of his eyes and looked up at where the boy had been sitting. Now the boy was standing, picking his things up.
"Oh my Gosh, I am so sorry, I didn't know someone was sitting here." The boy said, still gathering his things before setting them on the desk adjacent to Trevor's. When he was finished setting up the boy turned back towards Trevor with his hand out.
"Hi by the way, my name is Alex."