Maybe it was because I spent my days looking at the floor, or the fact that I wore headphones 24/7, that I never saw them after 2 days of their sudden blow in to town. But I wanted to, they seemed thrilling, three boys two girls, I wanted to meet them before the popular kids got to them and told them about me.

I'm not bad or anything, I'm good looking, in some boys opinion, (a boy who lives in southern California nowhere near Ohio) I have blue eyes, and chestnut hair, I'm tall lean but not muscular, I even have full lips and my ass is perfect. But I'm one of 4 gays in Ohio, which means I'm a contagious disease wielding freak that gives bullies a reason to slam me into lockers and throw me in dumpsters.

That's just the tip of the ice berg with me, I have a disability, well that's what I call it. I can read minds its not as bad as when I was growing up, I have learned to block people out. But its exhausting and I can't do it all the time, that's where the headphones come in.

I have two sisters, Quinn who is a senior and 10 months older then me, she knows about it, she knows about a lot of things. She's a peroxide depended bomb shell that is dating the very football player responsible for my dumpster tosses. She is also head of the Cheerios, president of the celibacy club, on the a honor roll and homecoming queen. Then my other sister Brittany, isn't as smart as Quinn, (she's not very smart at all) is a cheerio and dance teacher at the YMCA. She is a junior but will probably be one again next year too.

My mother passed away 8 years ago getting swept away from the bridge in the worst rainstorm Lima has ever scene. My dad hasn't quite been the same without her, he works all day and sometimes I read his mind and all I see is mom. Quinn tries to take her place, she makes dinner and packs dad lunch, cleans the house, buys all the groceries. She is wonder woman and has applied to only ivy league school.

It sucks living in her shadow but being gay I managed to cast a descent one of my own. Brittany is bisexual but doesn't know I know, and doesn't plan on telling anyone. She pretends that my disability isn't real and I wish I could as well.

My best friend (okay, my only friend) Mercedes came running down the hall at me. She knows about my disability and says she doesn't care, her family is wiccan, and her grandmother is a real witch, or at least that's what she has told me. Her mother is physic and her dad just a regular guy. She is an only child but loves it, I spend most of my weekends with her. She had and ear to ear grin as she said, "I saw them, the Andersons, well one of them, she is beautiful and graceful and smiled at me."

"Lucky, I haven't yet but you're first to know." I told her as the bell to go to class rang.

"See you Kurt." She said walking the opposite direction of me. I walked to class looking around hoping to see something but instead I saw Karosky's shoulder as he checked me into the lockers.

"Excuse you!" I shouted leaning down to pick up my bag but instead I was thrown up against the locker by him.

"Is there a problem lady boy?" Dave was touching me. I can't block out thoughts when some one is touching me. His mind was viscous and raw. He saw himself putting his hand around my neck and choking me til I die, but the image blurred with him kissing me, and me throwing myself all over him, then back to him beating me up.

He terrified me, "get off me you nasty pig." I spat pushing him but he didn't budge. He pulled his fist back to hit me then suddenly he was off me and someone had him on the floor. It was one of the new kids, he wasn't looking at me though.

"Leave him alone, or never mess with this boy again or I will find you and it won't be pretty." He uttered giving me chills letting go of karosky and watching him run away giving me a chance to look at him.

He was a little shorter then me, thick dark brown hair parted and slicked back, soft flawless tan skin I could see his muscles through his dark blue button up, and admired his black denim jeans along with his ass which was surprisingly nicer then mine. He looked over at me showing me his face, his lips were lovely parted slightly showing pearly white teeth. His face was sculptured, and his nose swooped down like the Greek David sculpture. He arched an eye brow as those gold orbs stared into my soul.

Words couldn't form at the moment but I thought thank you over and over hoping eventually it will come out.

Don't mention it, cutie. I heard and realized I was reading his mind.

But he was reading mine too, wait can you read my mind? I thought.

He smiled and winked, of course I can silly, see you around.

And like that he walked into the classroom, leaving me dumbfounded in the hall.