Semua Bab Dancing in his Storm: Bab 1 - Bab 10

    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     “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   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   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

AUGUST  “August!” Rachel suddenly showed up at the door. She appeared to be concerned about my current state. I can’t think of any possible reason as to why she’s acting this way. Although it’s nice to have some stranger show a bit of unwarranted concern to me, still it’s bizarre for that person to be Rachel Curtis out of all people. Everyone adores this girl. She’s every guy’s dream to date and every girl wants to be.“Hey,” I smiled at her as she inched her way closer to me.“Thank goodness you’re okay!” She let out and hugged me tight as if we’ve known each other for so long. It isn’t the case but it puzzles me to think that she’s into me or something. She smelled like vanilla and daffodil though.“Woah, Woah!” I spat as a surprising reaction. Mary and I exchanged some looks. I’m to going to g