Prom From Hell : Second Part

As I made my way into the doors of the school, people stopped and stared as I walked past my locker, past the gym and out to the football field to over hear Daniel say "Hah, that queer is long gone guys, now whose ready to vote for not only the right Prom King and Re-vote me as your new Captain and Starting Quarterback?"

As I'm walking over my team-mates get quiet and I say "So, This was your plan all along, but guess what I saw this coming and made sure I was protected, so when coach made me Captain and Starting Quarterback we both signed a statement that was notarized by a lawyer that states no matter what reason I'm the Captain and Starting Quarterback, coach can't break the contract. Only I can and I want. And I don't care how often you whine to the School Board like a sniveling little girl, but I'm not stepping-down as a Prom King nominee, so you can go tell them from me to go fuck themselves and I'm giving you mine straight to you personally. Fuck you and also I don't give a damn what you say or think you good for nothing, fly fucking, son of a bitch." And as I walk away I flip him the bird with both hands and then head to class as student's glare and started to think of what to say, but couldn't.

Finally I raise my hand and ask Mrs. Garcia, my Spanish teacher in Spanish "Puedo ir a ver al Sr. Pinkard?" She replied in Spanish "Gracias por el español, sí que puede." We walk over to her desk and writes me a hall pass and say's as she hand's me the pass "Your Spanish is amazing, you've been studying. I'm proud of the way you came out, not many student's your age can do that, it's a shame what kids do to those like us." Stunned I reply "Wow, I had now idea." What else was there to say, because all this time I thought she was married to a man, when in truth she was, legally married to a women. Starring down at her wedding band I say under my breath "I hope I have that one day." She follows my eyes and says "Oh, you will I just know it." As she finished she hugged my neck and I was on my way.

After I got there the High School Office was busy with phone calls and they we're all about one subject: Me. Was I ready to talk with Mr. Pinkard about what we discussed or was I not giving in to simple demands by refusing to hide who I was and me being gay was not going to fade like it was a phase I was going through. As Mr. Pinkard called me in he did not look to happy, but then again neither was I.

Sorry for being so late on this part, so from here I'll say since I'm so busy I'll post each part when I can. Parts 3, 4 and 5 coming soon so watch for them and if you have any questions, ideas and comment's related to my story, please contact me at: crazykoolaid0786 [at] gmail or just leave a review bellow. Thank you for reading.