My Prince Falcon

Paxton Flynn

"Faster. Faster, uh, yeah!"

I cheered for myself as I managed to go between two cars without getting into some kind of accident. I could have waited for the cars to pass by first but that would mean getting to homeroom one minute before the teacher. I can't have that on my personal record. I've got to be at least three minutes early.

"Goodbye, suckers." I said to the two cars, the drivers completely obviously of the competition we just had. However, when I turned back ahead, I saw myself running right into a tree.

"Whoa whoa," I said placing my foot on the floor and putting a stop to the movement on my bike, just in time before the tree murders me.

I couldn't be late, I had a record to uphold. I had to be at least three minutes earlier than the homeroom teacher.

With that on my mind, I didn't delay anymore, as I hurriedly parked my bicycle and ran into the school, sputtering out all the apologies I could remember. I ran into the homeroom class like a crazy person and just when I was about to do some triumphant air fist bump, my leg caught unto something on the ground and I tripped falling face down to earth.

I got up with a groan glaring at the bag. "I'm so so sorry." Some girl sincerely apologized picking up her bag.

I sighed nodding and walking towards my seat. Some students were laughing and others saying colourful words like 'fag' 'dweeb' etcetera. And some others high fived me as they laughed finding my klutzy self entertaining. I settled down on my seat with a smile.

That's the normal for Paxton Flynn, the nerdy boy that's gay. Some people love me, cox I'm intelligent and they love gays, mostly the girls. Others hate me, cox I'm lame -- in their terms-- and being gay is an abomination -- in their own big world -- mostly the jocks. While others couldn't careless, whether gay, bi, pan, asexual, they didn't mind and are friends with me.

"Nice show Pax," Ryder said nudging my side as I sat down close to her.

I face palmed, "I'm a walking embarrassment."

"You mean entertainment?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes, "thanks a lot, best friend."

"You love me tho." She said and she was right. Ryder Tracey was among the few people I loved on this messed up world. And no her first name isn't Tracey, it's Ryder. Yes, Tracey's the family name.

-*-*-*-

First class was Maths, how perfect. No better time to learn maths than early in the morning when our brains are still very much active. Well, at least mine.

"You can't be dozing off during first period." I said shoving Ryder.

Her eyes popped open and she caught herself before she fell off. "Quit it, Paxton. I'm having a fever."

"Um, no you don't." I answered her looking up to make sure Mr Waller wasn't watching, he wasn't.

"I get fever anytime I start hearing walls talk. Especially if its maths, that's practically a fever awakener." Ryder explained.

I rolled my eyes, "Well. The wall is saying things that will help you when you go into arm robbery in less than eight years time just because no one would hire an airhead."

"I'll listen two weeks to exams." She said placing her head back on the table.