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Damn Regret

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WARNING! EVENTUAL SMEXY MAN LOVIN'
if you don't like this, keep it to yourself

Stacy isn't just a girls name, you know. He thought to himself as he walked away from the group of laughing girls. They had just invited him to a slumber party and assured him that facials and nail-painting would take place before bursting into fits of giggles that seemed to follow him down the hallway.

His name wasn't the only reason they invited him to their 'slumber party'. Stacy was very feminine. His hair fell just past his shoulders and he kept it clean with sweet-smelling shampoos. His fingernails were clean and trimmed. He always dressed nicely, normally khakis and a polo shirt adorned his slim figure. Everyone at his school had to wear polo shirts, so he didn’t stand out any.

Stacy kept to himself most of the time. This wasn't always his choice however. The girls made fun of him for being feminine and the boys pretty much ignored him completely. They all thought he was gay.

They were right.

Ofcourse, Stacy kept this fact to himself. Proclaiming his sexuality would neither improve his circumstances nor make anyone sympathetic to his plight and be friends with him. He didn't want the sympathy vote, anyway. Even in his last school, Stacy told no one. These private school kids were the same no matter where you are. He would be much happier in a normal public school where there were normal people who wouldn’t care about his “preferences”.

Stacy stopped in front of his locker, opened it, and looked for his next class. Classical Lit. Superb. Stacy had good grades, but that didn’t necessarily mean he enjoyed his classes.

He was closing his locker when something caught his eye. There was a boy walking down the hallway with a schedule in his hand. He looked from the schedule to the number on a nearby classroom door. He was lost.

Just as Stacy made a move to introduce himself, the boy looked at him. Stacy’s breath caught in his throat. This boy was beautiful! He was tall, though not quite as tall as Stacy. He had messy black hair that almost covered his eyes. He was wearing black pants and a red polo shirt. All this aside, what caught Stacy’s attention was his eyes. The boy’s eyes were red. There was no tell-tale ring around them that would suggest contacts. These were real.  He had also applied a small amount of eyeliner on the bottom lid.

“uhhh..” Stacy stammered. He had forgotten his reason for walking over there entirely.

“Hi.” The boy said. He flashed a smile at Stacy that made his knees weak. “My name is Lance. I’m new.” He offered a hand to Stacy, who shook it timidly.

“I’m Stacy. It’s good to meet you. Are you lost?”  Stacy said very quickly.

“Yeah, kinda. Can you tell me where I can find Mr. Hopper. My next subject is Classical Lit.” Lance replied laughing quietly at Stacy’s apparent shyness.

Stacy’s heart lept slightly. “That’s my next class, too! We can walk together.” He said happily.

They turned to walk down the hallway.

“Let me see your schedule. I can help you find the rest of your classes.” Stacy said, feeling strangely comfortable around his new friend.

Stacy looked over the schedule as they walked.

Lance just stared at Stacy with an unusual look on his face.
this is just a new story that i've been tossing around in the black pit that is my mind.

i recieved several comments on my Darkest Night series that referred to me not having much of a beginning and/or backstory to it. So i decided to add one this time.

if you guys can make it past the boring-ness, i will make it worth your while. hee hee hee

PART TWO [finally] ------> [link]

PART THREE! ----> [link]
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AnzennaArtz's avatar
this ROCKS! :aww:
*eagarly rushes to part 2*