Tristan stepped out of the car and turned to face Turner High. He already longed to depart from this parking lot. Since they had already had their morning cigarette they had almost fifteen minutes more to be at school. It pained Tristan to sit and think for eight hours enough. Now he had fifteen minutes more. How could any respective teen already on premise stand to be here.

The time past much quicker than he had suspected. It was homeroom before he knew it and he was in school mode. He sat in the back of his Human Anatomy and Physiology class and stared at the teacher as he prepared the materials for what they were to learn in a mere fifteen more minutes. Tristan quickly pulled out his folder for this class and got out his assignment. It was easy, only a worksheet on the femur and reinforcement exercise on the solar plexus. 

Tristan’s mind brought him back to his thoughts in the car as he looked around the room. How could he tell what he was or what he wanted? All that he knew seemed to fall around him because of a comment said in pun. He looked at other classmates and realized that none of the girls had ever caught his eyes. Thomas and Greg were sitting three desks apart. They were obviously taken. However, a few guys in his class weren’t really obvious about their sexualities either. He looked around at some of the un-preppies and realized that some of the guys he was staring at were pretty hot.

There was Marshal Sternway, George Stanton, and well only, one other that caught his eye. More his mind because of the rumors Tristan had heard about him and another guy. This was Trenton Pierce who was actually A-Grade material now that Tristan looked at him.

God, how could he be thinking of this at a time like this? He was straight right. Now that Tristan said it in his mind it made less and less sense each time that he talked about it. Tristan felt like the solution had been in front of his face the whole time. This morning he had been a straight man and now he felt like a new beginner to this gay world.

Now that he looked back at his life, the signs were right in front of him the whole time. The extra second to look in the showers as other boys were naked, the extra seconds looking to see if someone was in the stall in the boy’s bathroom. This had made no sense until that comment in the car but now he suddenly knew about this longing for companionship. It wasn’t because he had been longing for some tall blonde prissy girl to fuck on the first date. It was because he was looking in the wrong place for love.

What would he tell Greg and Thomas? What would he tell anyone? Would he tell anyone? All these questions rushed through his mind until finally, the bell rang, and he was ready to begin school.