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Prior to college, I can’t say that I ever gave much thought to the whole gay thing. I grew up in a small town where even the word ‘homosexual’ was met with confusion. Hell, I’d never even met a gay person until I moved to a different state after high school, and even then, I didn’t really care all that much.
Whatever other people decided to do in the bedroom was none of my business, though, I knew that many of my friends back home had much more negative views of the whole thing. Maybe they were homophobic, or maybe they just acted that way to protect their own masculinity. Whatever it was, it never gave me much pause for thought, until my second week in college.
It was a weird feeling, to go from being a popular, well liked sports star in high school, where everybody knew who I was, and I rarely went more than a few minutes without talking to somebody, to being a complete nobody. Life was completely different on campus, and it certainly took some getting used to.
On my first day, I accidentally stumbled upon a group of long haired hippies doing yoga and listening to jazz music. On my second day, I almost signed up to the Lesbian Water Polo society by mistake, and by the end of my first week, I’d come to the conclusion that I was the only normal person in the entire place.
What also confused me, was the fact that my looks didn’t seem to be having the same effect that they had back home. Perhaps I’d become too big headed, but it was odd to me that even after a few smooth compliments, the girls on campus seemed utterly unimpressed by my charm.
I was over six foot. I worked out regularly and had the physique to prove it. I took care of myself, and had been told, for as long as I could remember, that I was a pretty handsome guy, and yet, I felt invisible in college.
Then, one Monday morning, after rushing to a lecture that I was late for, and finding out that the only remaining seat was in the front row beside the weirdos, I sank into the chair and settled down for two hours of mindless information overload.
“Which is why it’s absolutely imperative that your argument is solid under scrutiny”.
The words echoed around the large lecture theatre, but I had no idea what they meant. Paying attention was never a strong point for me, but I glanced to the left to find a row of nerds furiously jotting down everything the lecturer said, and rolled my eyes in response.
“That’s why” the lecturer continued, “I want all of you to get into groups of two, and spend the next three weeks preparing a solid argument on what we’ve spoken about today”.
My heart skipped a beat as the entire room began to chatter. I looked around and watched as people got into groups, and turned back to the front, trying to work out what exactly I was supposed to be doing.
“And remember, folks” the middle aged man called out, “this is worth sixty percent of your grade, so take it seriously”.
With those words, the lecture ended and I remained in my chair as a cold sweat began to break out across my body. I gawped at the skinny young man next to me and swallowed my pride.
“Uh… What are we supposed to do?” I asked, and he looked at me like I was an idiot.
“He just told us” he replied, which made me scowl.
“I didn’t hear him” I snapped back, and the nerd sighed and sat back down.
“The doctrine of precedent” he said, as though I was supposed to know what that meant. I stared at him blankly, and he shook his head and sighed again. “Did you listen to anything he said?”
“Yeah” I shrugged, “I uh… I just forgot”.
The nerd unzipped his backpack and slammed a massive notebook onto the desk. He flicked through pages which were all colour coded and neat, and I glanced at the single sheet of paper that I’d drawn a smiley face on, and squirmed.
“We have to argue that the doctrine of precedent is not without controversy” he told me, pointing to the highlighted section of his notes. I was becoming more confused by the second.
“The doctrine of what?”
“You’ve got to be kidding?” He said, and stuffed his notebook back into his bag.
“Wait!” I said, as he tried to walk away, and he glared at me. “We’re partners now, right?”
He looked to his left and groaned. “I guess so” he said.
“So, if I fuck this up, then we’re both screwed” I added, “which means you have to help me”.
“I don’t have to do shit” he scoffed, “I’ll just find a partner who didn’t spend the last two hours doodling”.
“Wait!” I called again, when he tried to leave, again. “What’s your name?”
“Why?”
“Because” I shrugged, “you seem cool”.
He flashed an unconvinced glance at me before pushing his glasses up his nose. “Andrew” he said.
“I’m Troy” I replied, holding out my hand.
“Of course you are” he mumbled, and shook my hand like he had no other choice. “Well, look, Troy, I’m here to learn, alright? I’m not going to piss away a good grade because you can’t be bothered to pay attention, so if we’re gonna’ work together, we’re doing it my way, got it?”
Never, in my nineteen years, had I ever been spoken to in such a way by a nerd. It felt like my entire sense of reality had been flipped upside down in this damn liberal college.
“Sure” I shrugged, “you’re the boss”.
“Meet me in the library at six” he said, finally pushing by me, “don’t be late”.
I watched the skinny nerd pull his backpack onto both arms and cleared my throat. He stopped dead and shook his head.
“Uh… Where’s the library again?” I asked, but Andrew didn’t answer me.
“What do you mean you haven’t gotten any pussy yet, bro?” My friend Bryce cackled on the other end of the phone. “You’re telling me you’ve been there almost two weeks and you haven’t had any pussy?!”
“It’s different here, man” I told him, “it’s not like it is back home. The chicks are… Weird”.
“I love weird chicks” Danny, who was on the other line said. “Weird chicks give the best head”.
“I’m just glad I didn’t go to college” Bryce continued, “while you two cocksuckers are jerking off into your socks, I’m making bank and getting laid”.
“Your sister doesn’t count” Danny chuckled, and I laughed along until I noticed the time.
“Fuck!” I spat, “I have to go”.
“Got a date?” Bryce asked.
“You could say that” I sighed, before hanging up and rushing toward the door. By the time I found the library, it was already after six.
“I’m sorry” I called, throwing my hands up when I noticed Andrew staring at me with a look of anger on his face. “If you just told me where this place was to begin with–”
“How old are you?” He asked, coldly.
“Huh?”
“How old are you?” He repeated, “what age are you?”
“Um… Nineteen?”
“Then you should probably start acting your age” he said, and in that exact moment, I knew Andrew was gay.
“Uh, right” I swallowed, as the realisation set in. I watched as he marched ahead of me, and even his walk was gay. “Fuck” I groaned to myself, as I followed him into the library.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he was just a bit more feminine than other guys. That didn’t necessarily mean that he was gay, exactly, but the longer I watched him, the more I began to question it.
“Let’s first establish what the doctrine of precedent is” he said, yanking open a book that was bigger than my head.
“Right” I nodded, “do you have a girlfriend?”
Andrew looked up at me from the book. His brows were creased and he winced at me.
“What?”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked, again. “Like… Are you dating anybody?”.
“No” he replied, angrily, “now can we focus on this, please?”
“Sure, but uh… Not even back home?”
Andrew gave a great sigh and slammed the book closed. “I’m gay” he said, his eyes fixed on mine. “Is that what you wanted to know?”.
I almost choked on my own saliva as I stuttered out some unintelligible noises. “Huh? No, I was just… I um… I was just–”
“You know what?” He said, dropping the heavy book back into his bag, “let’s just forget about this. I’ll talk to Dr. Forde tomorrow and switch partners”.
For a moment, I considered it. Despite the fact that I had no issue with gay guys, how could I be sure that Andrew wouldn’t… Come onto me?
“No” I said, instead, “no, I didn’t mean it like that. I uh… I don’t care if you’re gay. In fact, gay is cool”.
“Gay is cool?” He scoffed.
I knew that Andrew was intelligent, and there was no way in hell that I was passing this assignment on my own. I nodded my head.
“Yeah” I said, “I had a gay dog once”.
Andrew massaged his temples before dragging the book back out and slamming it back on the table. “Let’s just get this over with”.
I smiled at him and felt a sense of relief knowing that with Andrew’s help, the assignment would be a breeze. What I didn’t know, was that Andrew was about to turn my life upside down.
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Prior to college, I can’t say that I ever gave much thought to the whole gay thing. I grew up in a small town where even the word ‘homosexual’ was met with confusion. Hell, I’d never even met a gay person until I moved to a different state after high school, and even then, I didn’t really care all that much.
Whatever other people decided to do in the bedroom was none of my business, though, I knew that many of my friends back home had much more negative views of the whole thing. Maybe they were homophobic, or maybe they just acted that way to protect their own masculinity. Whatever it was, it never gave me much pause for thought, until my second week in college.
It was a weird feeling, to go from being a popular, well liked sports star in high school, where everybody knew who I was, and I rarely went more than a few minutes without talking to somebody, to being a complete nobody. Life was completely different on campus, and it certainly took some getting used to.
On my first day, I accidentally stumbled upon a group of long haired hippies doing yoga and listening to jazz music. On my second day, I almost signed up to the Lesbian Water Polo society by mistake, and by the end of my first week, I’d come to the conclusion that I was the only normal person in the entire place.
What also confused me, was the fact that my looks didn’t seem to be having the same effect that they had back home. Perhaps I’d become too big headed, but it was odd to me that even after a few smooth compliments, the girls on campus seemed utterly unimpressed by my charm.
I was over six foot. I worked out regularly and had the physique to prove it. I took care of myself, and had been told, for as long as I could remember, that I was a pretty handsome guy, and yet, I felt invisible in college.
Then, one Monday morning, after rushing to a lecture that I was late for, and finding out that the only remaining seat was in the front row beside the weirdos, I sank into the chair and settled down for two hours of mindless information overload.
“Which is why it’s absolutely imperative that your argument is solid under scrutiny”.
The words echoed around the large lecture theatre, but I had no idea what they meant. Paying attention was never a strong point for me, but I glanced to the left to find a row of nerds furiously jotting down everything the lecturer said, and rolled my eyes in response.
“That’s why” the lecturer continued, “I want all of you to get into groups of two, and spend the next three weeks preparing a solid argument on what we’ve spoken about today”.
My heart skipped a beat as the entire room began to chatter. I looked around and watched as people got into groups, and turned back to the front, trying to work out what exactly I was supposed to be doing.
“And remember, folks” the middle aged man called out, “this is worth sixty percent of your grade, so take it seriously”.
With those words, the lecture ended and I remained in my chair as a cold sweat began to break out across my body. I gawped at the skinny young man next to me and swallowed my pride.
“Uh… What are we supposed to do?” I asked, and he looked at me like I was an idiot.
“He just told us” he replied, which made me scowl.
“I didn’t hear him” I snapped back, and the nerd sighed and sat back down.
“The doctrine of precedent” he said, as though I was supposed to know what that meant. I stared at him blankly, and he shook his head and sighed again. “Did you listen to anything he said?”
“Yeah” I shrugged, “I uh… I just forgot”.
The nerd unzipped his backpack and slammed a massive notebook onto the desk. He flicked through pages which were all colour coded and neat, and I glanced at the single sheet of paper that I’d drawn a smiley face on, and squirmed.
“We have to argue that the doctrine of precedent is not without controversy” he told me, pointing to the highlighted section of his notes. I was becoming more confused by the second.
“The doctrine of what?”
“You’ve got to be kidding?” He said, and stuffed his notebook back into his bag.
“Wait!” I said, as he tried to walk away, and he glared at me. “We’re partners now, right?”
He looked to his left and groaned. “I guess so” he said.
“So, if I fuck this up, then we’re both screwed” I added, “which means you have to help me”.
“I don’t have to do shit” he scoffed, “I’ll just find a partner who didn’t spend the last two hours doodling”.
“Wait!” I called again, when he tried to leave, again. “What’s your name?”
“Why?”
“Because” I shrugged, “you seem cool”.
He flashed an unconvinced glance at me before pushing his glasses up his nose. “Andrew” he said.
“I’m Troy” I replied, holding out my hand.
“Of course you are” he mumbled, and shook my hand like he had no other choice. “Well, look, Troy, I’m here to learn, alright? I’m not going to piss away a good grade because you can’t be bothered to pay attention, so if we’re gonna’ work together, we’re doing it my way, got it?”
Never, in my nineteen years, had I ever been spoken to in such a way by a nerd. It felt like my entire sense of reality had been flipped upside down in this damn liberal college.
“Sure” I shrugged, “you’re the boss”.
“Meet me in the library at six” he said, finally pushing by me, “don’t be late”.
I watched the skinny nerd pull his backpack onto both arms and cleared my throat. He stopped dead and shook his head.
“Uh… Where’s the library again?” I asked, but Andrew didn’t answer me.
“What do you mean you haven’t gotten any pussy yet, bro?” My friend Bryce cackled on the other end of the phone. “You’re telling me you’ve been there almost two weeks and you haven’t had any pussy?!”
“It’s different here, man” I told him, “it’s not like it is back home. The chicks are… Weird”.
“I love weird chicks” Danny, who was on the other line said. “Weird chicks give the best head”.
“I’m just glad I didn’t go to college” Bryce continued, “while you two cocksuckers are jerking off into your socks, I’m making bank and getting laid”.
“Your sister doesn’t count” Danny chuckled, and I laughed along until I noticed the time.
“Fuck!” I spat, “I have to go”.
“Got a date?” Bryce asked.
“You could say that” I sighed, before hanging up and rushing toward the door. By the time I found the library, it was already after six.
“I’m sorry” I called, throwing my hands up when I noticed Andrew staring at me with a look of anger on his face. “If you just told me where this place was to begin with–”
“How old are you?” He asked, coldly.
“Huh?”
“How old are you?” He repeated, “what age are you?”
“Um… Nineteen?”
“Then you should probably start acting your age” he said, and in that exact moment, I knew Andrew was gay.
“Uh, right” I swallowed, as the realisation set in. I watched as he marched ahead of me, and even his walk was gay. “Fuck” I groaned to myself, as I followed him into the library.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he was just a bit more feminine than other guys. That didn’t necessarily mean that he was gay, exactly, but the longer I watched him, the more I began to question it.
“Let’s first establish what the doctrine of precedent is” he said, yanking open a book that was bigger than my head.
“Right” I nodded, “do you have a girlfriend?”
Andrew looked up at me from the book. His brows were creased and he winced at me.
“What?”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked, again. “Like… Are you dating anybody?”.
“No” he replied, angrily, “now can we focus on this, please?”
“Sure, but uh… Not even back home?”
Andrew gave a great sigh and slammed the book closed. “I’m gay” he said, his eyes fixed on mine. “Is that what you wanted to know?”.
I almost choked on my own saliva as I stuttered out some unintelligible noises. “Huh? No, I was just… I um… I was just–”
“You know what?” He said, dropping the heavy book back into his bag, “let’s just forget about this. I’ll talk to Dr. Forde tomorrow and switch partners”.
For a moment, I considered it. Despite the fact that I had no issue with gay guys, how could I be sure that Andrew wouldn’t… Come onto me?
“No” I said, instead, “no, I didn’t mean it like that. I uh… I don’t care if you’re gay. In fact, gay is cool”.
“Gay is cool?” He scoffed.
I knew that Andrew was intelligent, and there was no way in hell that I was passing this assignment on my own. I nodded my head.
“Yeah” I said, “I had a gay dog once”.
Andrew massaged his temples before dragging the book back out and slamming it back on the table. “Let’s just get this over with”.
I smiled at him and felt a sense of relief knowing that with Andrew’s help, the assignment would be a breeze. What I didn’t know, was that Andrew was about to turn my life upside down.
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