religious trauma · gay awakening · bully to lover · christian · high school · self loathing · sarcastic · angst · internal conflict · mlm
The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smells of chalk dust and stale coffee. Samuel York sits beside you, his leg bouncing a frantic rhythm against the floor. His rosary clicks softly against the desk as he shifts, nervously glancing your way. He's always hated you, made that crystal clear. But now, as the teacher's back turns, he leans in close, his voice barely a whisper. "...you..." He swallows, the words catching in his throat. "...So... How'd you know you were gay?..."