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I don't know how it got to this—how my junior year turned into absolute shit. all I know, though, is that everyone knows that I'm gay, because of this asshole on the football team. how he found out, I have no idea. right now, though, I'm just focused on getting through this year. it's only the second day of school, and it's already the worst year imaginable.
as I speed walked down the halls to my first period class, psychology, I could hear the nosey teens whispering about me right before the bell rang and kids scurried to their classes. "there's the gay kid. don't let him get too close. y'know he'll turn you into a fag, too," I heard a boy saying, not trying to keep his voice down. the emphasis on the words "gay" and "fag" made my stomach churn. I turned around to see who said that, and it was my biggest mistake yet.
I turned around to see a couple of jocks leaning against the bright red lockers. amongst them, to my dismay, was aaron hotchner. no big deal, only the boy I've been fawning over since the 7th grade. he was slouched in the middle of the boys, his varsity jacket hanging loosely on his shoulders, with fear painted on his face as they continued to talk about the "disgusting" gay kid, also known as me. he nodded, agreeing silently to the names they called me. that's what set me off running towards my class, hoping they wouldn't follow. but of course, one of them did.
the one I wanted to see the least, but also the most, showed up and slammed me into the wall about 10 feet away from my classroom. I gasped for air, as all of it escaped my lungs when I hit the hard brick wall. I could feel his hot breath tickle my skin, and god, did I want him. I swallowed hard, waiting for his next move. instead of beating the shit out of me—or kissing me like I hoped he would—he let go of me and started backing away with his hands in his now disheveled hair.
"oh, god. I- I'm so sorry, y/n," he whispered with tears shining in his eyes. "I don't know what took over me. I'm so sorry," his voice was cracking, something I've never heard before. that's how I knew he was being genuine. "I saw you run off after watching me agree with them about the things they were calling you, and I knew that if I called your name, you would run quicker. I didn't mean to hurt you, or scare you," there were tears streaking his soft face as he quietly sobbed and continued to run his hands through his hair. "I just wanted to tell you that I don't agree with them. I thought you were a cool guy before, and I still think that now. you being gay doesn't change a thing," he said, his voice soft while trying to somewhat comfort me.
"aaron, what you did was fucked up. why are you friends with them if you can't be yourself and have your own beliefs? you're your own person, hotchner, and you should be able to be that person around your friends," I say, still angry at him for agreeing with those shitty homophobes.
he shrugs, "I don't know, man. I guess it's easier to just..." he trailed off, leaning against the wall, not wanting to finish his sentence. the one thing I knew for sure about aaron hotchner was that he hated opening up. he'd rather bottle everything up and deal with the later consequences than tell someone what was really going on behind that pretty face. he looked like he was about to run away just as I did, so I decided to do exactly what he did to me.
I walked closer to him until there was only an inch between us as I boxed him in, with my arms on either side of his face. "Wh- y/n, what are you doing?" he mumbled. his face was bright red, and I enjoyed the sight a little too much. so much, in fact, that I gained way too much confidence.
I inched closer, closing the gap between us. his breathing was uneven and sounded almost like panting, showing that he liked it. "I'm just doing what you did to me when you thought I was gonna run away if you said anything," I replied, my voice as steady and innocent as possible. I leaned towards his exposed neck, making sure he could feel my breaths. he visibly shuddered at the sensation, and that's all I needed to keep going.
I worked my way up to his ear slowly, making sure he felt my breath trailing up his neck to his razor-sharp jawline, and finally to his ear. "are you liking this, baby?" I whisper into his ear as I push my thigh against his now growing bulge. he moaned needily at the contact, shutting his eyes as pleasure took over. I let him try to wiggle against my thigh before I took my leg back to where it was originally, earning a frustrated groan from him.
"please... y/n..." he said, begging and pleading with puppy dog eyes. holy shit, I could take him right here right now in this hallway and not give a damn about who heard or saw. I decided to follow my brain instead of my dick.
"'please... y/n...' what?" I said mockingly. "you have to admit to what you want before you get even the slightest possiblity of getting it," I say, with a wicked smirk on my face.
"please...touch me. I need you," he begged, looking me in the eye while rocking his hips in a desperate attempt to gain friction in the place he wanted it most.
"I'm sorry, baby. maybe next time you shouldn't agree with those terrible statements that are obviously hitting too close to home for you," I took my arms off the wall and started walking away like nothing happened. I could hear him whimper pathetically as I walked the empty hall the rest of the way to my class.
I turned the door handle, guiding my way through the filled classroom trying to find my seat. there were name tags on the desks, just like there were in kindergarten. I searched the tags on the empty desks finally finding my own. I looked down at the desk next to me, only to find a name tag I never expected.
Aaron Hotchner