This is my story.
Hi, my name is Omega.I know, weird name for a 16-year-old kid. But I like it, it’s original. And I feel that the name suits me a lot. Anyways, I don’t really know how to exactly begin the story but... I guess I can start with a background.
I met this person named Autumn back in Kindergarten. He was always a tall, emerald eyed brunette a month and a half older than me. It was pretty typical, he moved in the summer before school and happened to live down the street from me. We clicked in a week and have been best friends ever since, a very beneficiary friendship is what we had. We always helped out each other in the time of need, talking about everything that bothered us. We were so close that he was the first person I came out to as gay because I trusted him, and I was right to, because he was extremely understanding to me.
The problem was that there was something I kept from him for good reasons. I actually liked him and that’s how I knew I was gay. It was very weird because for one thing he said he was straight, and for another I never liked any other person until Autumn. I always thought I was asexual for that specific reason.
You’re probably wondering what caused my crush to develop. And I guess I’ll spare no details.
It all started on a Friday afternoon when Autumn and I were walking home together. I know, I know. ‘Very cliché, Omega.’ But hey, sometimes cliché is okay. Anyhow, it was supposed to be a typical walk home as always. Us talking about our days and weird things that happened to us throughout them. But this wasn’t a typical walk. It was far from typical.
It was peaceful at first, Autumn was rambling on about how his teacher was yelling at the entire class for the “stupidest of stupid reasons” as he puts it. I, of course, listened intently because as a best friend it’s my job, and I liked that job a lot.
“But seriously, all the girl asked for was a pencil. A pencil! I feel bad for h-” he stopped completely, dead in his tracks, causing me to look up at him in confusion.
“What is it?” The question was answered as soon as it was asked.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the weirdo and the girly kid.” That voice. Only the voice of the true enemy in this story, Jacqueline. She may be a girl, but she is vicious.
“Leave us alone,” I mutter, grabbing onto my best friend’s arm to pull him away from the soon to be disastrous situation; he didn’t budge.
“Where ya trying to go, O-me-ga?” her tiny voice extended the syllables in my name, that made me shutter.
“I’m going home. Why do you care?”
“Oh, I just thought you’d want to have ‘fun’.”
As soon as she said that, her boyfriend, who was somehow next to Autumn, pushed him into me and we both collapsed. Jacqueline giggled at our tumbling. “See? Fun!”
Then Autumn got mad, he stumbled off of me and stood at the both of them. “Leave Omega alone, okay? You can bully me, but leave my best friend out of it. You have no right because he did nothing to you. If I see it again, I will tell someone. Now back the hell off.”
Needless to say he was my hero at that time. While I just sat up and stared at the scene before me, something switched. I looked at Autumn differently at that point. The way the sun hit him, the way he stood his ground and sounded clear when he started talking to the two evil people in front of him. I felt weird, a good kind of weird. It made me smile a toothy smile.
I guess it worked for the time being because Jacqueline and her bonehead boyfriend stomped away, obviously angry. When he was sure they were gone, the taller brunette loomed over me only to hold out a hand. “Come on, bud. Let’s get home,” he smiled. I blushed and took his hand.
And that’s when I knew:
I was in trouble.