This is just another boring day for me in high school. Listening to the teacher explaining about bank balances. I am tired of high school and don't want to do this anymore. I have lost interest in what the teacher is saying, and am diving into my own world now.

" Class, I would like you all to meet Gareth. " Suddenly I lift my head and look to the front of the class. There he stands. This tall, tanned, dark blonde, blue eyed hunk. Broad shoulders and damn sexy. Who is he? Where does he come from?

" Mark, do you mind if Gareth sits next to you? That's the only available seat we have. " " No ma'am " I replied. I see him walking closer and closer. He looks like a God. Something out of a movie. And then, he sits next to me and smiles.

" Hey, I;m Gareth, nice to meet you. " I just sit and stare at him for a while. " Oh sorry, I'm Mark. Nice to meet you too. So what brings u to this school in the last year? " " Well I had some troubles at my old school. "

I didn't catch a word he said that day. But since that day, we have been inseperable. He became one of the cool guys of course, but every day after school we would hang out. During school, he didn't even look my way, because I was the fag boy. And his friends didn't approve. But I know who the real Gareth is.

I am a tall guy, and have an average built. But I am not an abusive person. One day after high school, in the hallways, Gareth's friends decided to pick on me. " Hey fag, get up. " I couldn't, they kept kicking me down.

There was no one in the high school. These boys are going to beat me up senseless. That was going through my mind. What if they never stop? What did I do to deserve this. Then all of a sudden ... " Hey, stop it !!! Get off of him !! "

That's when I saw Gareth beating his own friends down to get me out of it. " Whatever gareth, you are just like him. You faggot !! " " Hey, I'm sorry for what they did. They are jerks. I should have never started becoming friends with them. Are you ok? " He gave me his hand and offered to help me up. I took his hand and smiled, and felt him lift me up. " Thanks. How long have we been " friends " now Gareth? " " Well almost a year now. And I want to be your friend forever. "

" There is something I have to tell you Gareth. " i don't know how I am going to say this to him. What if it all stops? What if he beats me up and goes back to his friends and call me faggot? " What is it Mark? You can tell me anything. " " Well ... " How am I going to do this? I don't want to ruin what we have.

" I am .... " " You are what? " Oh well, here goes. " I am what they call me ok. I am gay ... " Have I done the right thing? He just stands there and looks at me. He is thinking deeply. What if he hits me now? Oh God, why did I do this? " Mark ... come here .... " Did he accept? Is he gonna punch me now? And then the unthinkable happens. He grabs me and pulls me closer and kisses me. " I like you too. "