Louis didn't glance in my direction for the rest of the day. I knew that it was my fault for being scared and ashamed, but I also know he had no idea what would happen if I did come out.I would have nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide and no one to miss me. I would have no family to pretend to be happy to see me. I would lose the ability to protect myself from everyone here. I would lose the mask I've spent all my life creating, and without the cover, I wasn't really even sure if there was a me. All I would have were my dreams.Sometimes dreams just aren't enough.No one dared say another word to me because they were afraid of what would happen to them. So fearful that they lied about what happened in the cafeteria. So I didn't get into trouble for once.But that meant I was stuck in English sitting next to Louis, who now hated my guts. I was stuck in my own self-pity because I wouldn't risk sending him another note. We both knew it. Even I hated me at the moment. I just didn't know how to fix this.He probably thought that this whole thing was a prank to mess with his head. But he was the one messing with my head.I was fine before he came to this school. My heart always beat at the same pace. I was never worried about what one person would think of me or if I had done something to hurt them. I definitely hadn't had the slightest urge to come out and be proud.Later that night, I fell into a troubled sleep.I was in my room, but my dream boy was there. He was getting less and less fuzzy as the days went on. He had feathery brown hair now. It almost reminded me of something, but I couldn't quite place who or what."Tell me what happened today."" They called me a fag. I don't know how Alex even guessed, but he did and if his dad finds out it won't be long before they find a reason to kick me out. My disciplinary history definitely won't help my case.""Don't you want to get out of there, though? Wouldn't you rather be free instead of torturing yourself?""I'll never be free."_____________I promise the pace is going to pick up from here I feel so bad for Caron
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Every Dream BoyxBoy ON HOLD
العاطفيةSeventeen year old Caron Ace was happy in the closet. As the school bad boy with no friends he had no one to turn to if he came out and with a homophobic principle looking to expel any 'fairies' that he found it was probably a good thing. But Caron...
