Dark Secret

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

'No it can't be.'
Zach thought to himself. But it was right there in front of him. Living proof that the very thing he has tried so hard to forget has come back for him. Whether he liked or not.

The name's Zach. I have blonde hair and hazel eyes. People say i'm good looking and they're right, i am. I'm a senior in high school and im the captain of the football team. I'm tall and thin but that doesn't mean i lack muscle. I have a little sister and unlike other little sisters, she's a sweetheart. Her names Katie but i call her Kate. As for my parents well what can i say they're happily married and they do they're best to go to every one of my games and they do a really good job too. I came out to them 2 years ago and they've been VERY supportive. But they're the only ones who know that im gay: them and "him." Which reminds me. I have a secret. A secret that I've kept for a long time. A secret you are about to discover sooner or later.

"I love you Zach." He said, each word he said getting higher then the last. "But If i can't have you nobody will!" "NO!" i screamed.

I snapped my eyes open. Sweat covered my body and my whole body shook in terror. I looked at my alarm and it flashed 7:30am. "So much for avoiding that detention" I muttered not really caring. I rolled out off my bed and struggled to open my eyes. I didnt get enough sleep last night. My girlfriend, Jessica, and i stayed up late texting for a long ass time until she got tired. I went to my drawer and opened it. I picked out a dark blue hollister shirt to wear to school and i pulled it over my head but not before admiring my body. I have a six pack and some nice pecs. I rubbed my hand along my smooth chest smiling proudly.


Next I picked out a clean pair of underwear. While putting them on i looked at my 10 inch hairless dick then put on some black jeans. I looked in the full length body mirror on my door. Damn i was looking good. I headed downstairs, had breakfast, grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I missed 1st period but i didn't care since i dont give a fuck about school. I got a detention from the front office then headed toward the building for my 2nd period. English. I was early so i sat down at my "reserved seat" where i ALWAYS sat. I waited for Matt ,my bestfriend, to show up. "Hey man whats up, Matt said taking his seat next to me, "You missed first period."

Matt is on the football team just like me and we have a couple of classes together. I met him in middle school and we've been close ever since. He's got my back and i've got his.

"It's nothing. I Just overslept."

"Oh, Jessica" Matt said plainly. Someone coughed and Matt turned to face the teacher who had an unfamilar face next to him. "Class" Mr. Burk said silencing everyone. "This is Kyle Miller, our new student." Kyle looked up at the class and I gasped.

I didn't gasp loud enough enough for anyone to hear but I could of sworn Kyle looked straight at me before turning to look at the whole class again. He had dark black spikey hair and his eyes were a piercing gold color. He wore a pair of black skinny jeans and a black leather jacket. 'D-a-m-n.' I thought to myself. "Kyle would you like to say anything to the class?" Mr. Burk asked. Kyle shook his head no. "Ok. Well you can have the seat next to Mr. Stevens." Mr. Burk said gesturing at me. As Kyle walked toward me I was fascinated by him. His walk seemed unreal. Every step he took was so graceful and coordinated.

As if it was rehearsed. I have never seen someone as good looking as Kyle. "Hey" i said to him with a smile. "Hello" he replied uninterested. But i wasnt sidetracked. In fact that made him even more mysterious which i liked. And his accent! OHMYGAWD his accent was adorable! Was it Australian? English? I wasn't sure but i was determined to find out.

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