A New Kind of Love
BOYXBOY

Chapter 2

(Hunter's POV)

One by one, the students fell silent as they noticed that's what the rest of the people were doing, wondering what was going on. The teachers were even tuned in on it.

Evan's face was bright red to his ears, but his expression didn't show it.

"You're what?!" Christina shrieked. I sucked in a deep breath.
No, Evan can't be gay. This has gotta be a joke.

Evan tried to remain calm, but beads of sweat started to pop out on his forehead. "You heard me."

I finally decided to say something.

"Dude, think about what you're saying. You definetly don't look gay," I said.
I heard some scuffling of feet as people tried to get closer to hear us better. This kind of thing certainly didn't happen everyday.

Evan glowered at me. "Does homosexuality have to have a look?"

I don't know how this happened, but the lunchroom got even quieter than it already was. The room was so extraordinarily silent that you could hear a pin drop from across the room. It seemed like everyone was holding their breaths, waiting, just waiting.

"Well, anyway, f*ck this." Without even bothering to get his lunchbox, Evan left the room.

Hearing the sound of his footsteps echoing throughout the lunchroom, I knew I had to do something. But I didn't know where he would go. To an empty classroom? To the library? I decided to test my luck and check the library first, because that's where I'd go if I was in the same situation.

I got up, reaching a final decision.

"Hunter, where do you think you're going?" asked Breanna. Oh, geez. I totally forgot about her.
"I'm going to go check on Evan," I told Breanna.

She just nodded. "Alright. But make sure not to upset him even more," my girlfriend warned.

"Don't worry, I won't. Thanks." I gave her a little kiss on the cheek and left.

Sure enough, Evan was in the library curled up on a red beanbag chair.
He had his nose buried the a book, but not really reading it.

"Hey, Evan," I managed out weakly, my voice cracking a little.

He lifted his eyes a little, then realized it was me. Then, he gave me such a cold look that his pain practically pierced though my skin.

I walked over to him, little by little, step by step, and dropped down to the beanbag chair next to him. "Look, please hear me out. I'm sorry. So sorry. I wanted to let you know that homosexuality isn't a crime and I have nothing against it. I'm not judging you for being gay."

This managed to get Evan to smile. "Thanks."

I was feeling more confident now. "So what can I do for you to forgive me?"

Evan looked thoughtful for a minute. Then, an idea lit up his eyes like Christmas lights; his eyes were beautiful. "Make it up to me," he simply stated.

"Make it up to you? How?" I asked.

Evan's aroma of cologne wafted over me as he leaned in just a bit.

"Hunter, I want you to take me out on a date."