PREVIEW OF Chapter 2: Troy

Let me just start off by saying that I'm not a bad person. I swear.

Right then, I was hanging out with my friends Josh, Rick, and Bobby. We'd been discussing the new English project Ms. Maynard had mentioned she was going to talk to us about today.

"Do you think it's gonna be some lame poetry unit project?" Bobby wondered, flipping up his phone to check his text messages.

I shrugged. "How the hell should I know? I don't give a damn about English," I replied nonchalantly, resting my hands on the back of my head. As I leaned back against the school's red brick walls, I saw someone familiar out of the corner of my eye. I tilted my head slightly to get a clearer look. Sure enough, it was my years-long crush. That silky strawberry-blonde hair, purpley-blue eyes, perfectly-shaped lips…The chattering of my friends faded away as my focus became more intent. Criss Montgomery. As he stood on his tiptoes to reach a binder near the top of his locker, the reflex accentuating his ass in his skinny jeans, I felt my tongue run across my upper lip.

"Dude, what the hell was that?" I jumped at the sound of Josh's voice. He was staring at me with an eyebrow raised, Rick and Bobby staring at me too. Shit. I got off the wall and shrugged and started walking away, no place in particular in mind. The other three followed me.

"Hey, Josh, there's the faggot!" said Rick, pointing at Criss.