Prologue.

.: Adam's POV :.

Ugh. I hate science. Ms. Torterelli just rambles on even when she assigns us work. I keep dozing out, all I know is that we are doing something about cells and this paper in front of me should be filled out. "Whatever." I muttered under my breath. Looking up at the clock above the door, I noticed a large mass waddling towards the entrance.

"Well hello Mr. Heusten." Ms. Torterelli said, dropping her talk about cells.

"Good morning Ms. Torterelli, class. " We all smiled and looked up at him, "I would like to teel you that your class has a new student." He slid aside causing a small body to appear. The figure was a  small blonde boy whose hair was parted to the right and had a bang hanging down. His black skinny jeans hugging his legs perfectly, and his striped black and grey hoddie doing the same to his torso. I smiled, he was really cute, did I mention that I'm gay? Well, I am. I hope he is to, that  would make my day.

"Why don't you  tell them your name?" Mr. Heusten said, motioning to the small blonde. I slid up in my chair causing my necklaces to rattle. The petite boy looked over at me for a second, our eyes locked, and I blushed.

"Tommy-Joe…." He said. Hm, he didn't look like a Tommy-Joe; I always pictured them being some red head wearing overalls working on a farm. Whatever. I guess I was wrong, very wrong.

"Well, Tommy-Joe, you can go take a seat next to, Mr. Lambert. Adam, raise your hand please." Ms. Torterelli said. I raised my hand, and felt my face heat up.

"Call me Tommy." He said walking past Ms. Torterelli. She nodded, and he finally sat down.

I looked over to him, as Ms. Torterelli continued with her talk about cells. "Hey, I'm Adam." I said smiling, Tommy looked up at me and put down his pencil.

"Look, I saw you staring at me when I first walked up, and I saw you blush when I looked at you. I'm sorry, but I play for the other team, fag." He said sternly.

I looked him over, surprised at the comment. Matt, who was sitting in front of Tommy, turned around and gave him a high-five saying, "Nice one. Sit with me and my football buddies at lunch?" I didn't care to pay attention to Tommy' s answer, I was still disappointed. Not because he wasn't gay, or bi, but because of the remark. I looked up at Ms. Torterelli, then back to my notebook, and began to write.