AUGUST
“I didn’t know you brought a friend of yours home?!” The older man wearing this fancy royal blue suit mouthed when I brought myself into the picture basically referring to my sudden appearance. He seemed quite startled to see me emerge from the stairs. Just as the man was startled, I was stunned as well the moment that I heard him speak. The tone of his voice sounded professional and commanding at the very same time and it reminded me of the school’s headmistress.
“Oh, yeah.” Ambrose trailed and it was pretty obvious in his tone of voice that he was faltering as he turned his head to look at me. “His name’s August. He’s one of my teammates.” He introduced me and while he said my correct name, I was confused when he said I was one of his teammates.
I know he used to play basketball and used to be the captain of the team but this exchange m
AUGUSTI was already growing impatiently excited for Monday to come so I’d have to see Ambrose again and it really came faster than I would’ve even realized. Ambrose and I just shared sweet and thoughtful messages to each other throughout the rest of the weekend and it was giving me everything that I wanted. I can’t stop thinking about him and just everything that happened right between us. I’m pretty much confident that Ambrose can’t stop thinking about me too. He was telling me everything that’s happening inside their house throughout the weekend and I’m not even asking for it. He told me that he had a deep heart to heart conversation with his father about a lot of things and that his dad finally began growing closer to him. I was so happy for him that he’s finally getting what he truly deserves in this timeline and I know he deserves a lot of good things and a classic redemption. I
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This novel is entered in the "A Touch of Rainbow" writing contest especially created for stories about LGBTQ+. Thank you for supporting queer creations. Other stories by me: Book 1: How to Destroy a Badboy Book 2: The Emancipation of a Badboy
AUGUST LEVISAY “Beep!! Beep!!Beep!!” The alarm clock began to ring, and so did the most nerve-racking day of my life. I laid sprawled on my bed and stared idly at the ceiling for about five minutes. My thoughts are still profoundly absorbed by the things that happened last school semester. Last school semester was promising to be my best semester yet. I have gained a whole lot of friends, my self-esteem improved by fifty percent, and I eventually reached the coveted popular status. I had just come to accept that my life would be just as colorful as the rainbow right after I bravely came out of the closet when things unexpectedly turned the grey route. The first of these came crashing with such speed that it caught me off guard. I was on my way home from school wearing the best smile ever after having the best day of my life when my dad called to inform me that my mom was in the hospital. It was a p
AUGUST “That guy?!” I huffed in disappointment. I’m sure that Ambrose guy is not the only good-looking guy around here, but I’d be damned if I don’t let the gayness deep inside of me scream in total madness. I have been around the city of Highmont throughout my sixteen years of existence, and while good-looking boys are everywhere to be found, I haven’t really met someone that’s as striking as this Ambrose guy. “Mhmm. He’s nothing but trouble.” Mary nodded and continued talking bad things about Ambrose as she was leading the way to who knows where but I just wasn’t listening to her. My head is somewhere else, and I thought I could steal one last glance at that beautiful creature. I paused for a while and looked back. Ambrose just had a chest bump with another guy, and I got the chance to look at him. I don’t know if he saw me staring at him, but he looked back
AUGUST Ambrose strummed the guitar with such ease. Or at least that’s how I heard it. I’m not a big fan of musical instruments, but it sounded pretty clean. After handing the roses, Phil and the boys all cleared the view, so this Rachel girl could see Ambrose. This is probably the first time I see this gorgeous creature up close, and the inner gayness hiding inside me shrilled in utter admiration. He’s blessed with a chiseled cheek, and his skin appears to be naturally kissed by the sun. There’s a slit in his left eyebrow, and I don’t know if it’s natural or he had it done, but there’s no denying the fact that it made him look sexier. From my youngest years Till this moment here I've never seen Such a lovely queen From the skies above  
AUGUST The headmistress slammed the pen on the table before eventually standing up and giving me a half-smile. She entered the door on the left, which I'm guessing to be some sort of a storage room. I immediately caught the feeling that I was going to wait here for another two minutes, so I let my eyes roam around the office. It's a generic office, and there's nothing much to look at except for the fish tank that housed a single fat goldfish. There are a few seemingly rare and colorful succulents displayed on the headmistress's desk. Perhaps she's one of those older people who love the company of a succulent plant. My eyes moved to her nameplate that said Penelope Briar, and I tried memorizing it just so I knew how will I call her later. Two minutes passed, and she hadn't returned yet. I was already beginning to feel bored. My feet are itching to go home. I carried myself towards the fish tank and thought of observing th
AUGUST My chest was still pumping, thankfully, it's not out of fear anymore, but it's literally out of exhaustion. I might have pedaled my way home in ten minutes, and it got my heart racing with the wind. I dragged the bicycle inside the garage and sat on the ground for a while until the pumping in my chest calmed down to a tolerable state. My backpack felt a bit heavier now than I've stepped down from the bicycle. After fifteen minutes of letting the heat on my nerves settle down, I stood up and staggered inside the house."I'm home!" I shouted as my usual routine, but I immediately remembered I was not in Highmont anymore, and this isn't my old place, and this is not even my old family. No one answered. My dad's probably still at the repair shop, and Wednesday's probably taking a nap or something.I went straight to the fridge and poured a glass of ice-cold water. I gulped the water as if I hadn't had a glass of it for years, an
AUGUST Rachel casually tucked her hair behind her ear before taking her time to sit right in front of me. I'm no blind person; I know when someone's trying to act cute, and Rachel's totally doing that. She lets out a tiny smile, and now that I have a closer view of her face, I must say she's a true natural. I think I'm starting to develop a girl crush on her."Did you know that you are the first person who stood up against Ambrose?" She said as a little trivia of my work."I don't, but now I do," I replied."Hahaha." She lets out a short chuckle. "And you are funny.""Ha, I don't know about that."Rachel's totally trying to flirt with me, and once again, the gayness hiding inside of me is already commencing in panic mode. There are a few girls who tried their luck to flirt with me back when I was still at Highmont high, and I just didn't like any of them. And now here's another hopeful girl, and her actions brought back those cringing me