“Is this seat taken?”He points to the seat next to mine.
“No.”I shake my head.He smiles and sits down.
I plug my earphone back in and continue to hum.This time, I turn the volume down a bit to stay aware of my surroundings.
“I love that song,” the guy says, looking at me.
I turn to him.“Thanks.”I pause the music on my phone.
“You’re a fan of Lil Nas X?”he asks.
I chuckle and nod.“Yeah, he’s amazing.”
“True.I’m Landon, by the way.”He stretches out his hand, and I take it.
“Cameron.”
“Nice to meet you, Cam.Public Administration major?”
“Political science, actually,” I respond.“Pub Admin?”I ask, and he nods.
Landon is undeniably good-looking.And if his bold outfit doesn’t scream he’s gay, his confidence does.Honestly, without the fashion flair and unapologetic style, he could easily pass for a straight guy.Sometimes, I wish I had his guts—to be that open, that free.To shout from the rooftops that I’m gay and let anyone who has a problem with it either jump off a bridge or drink piss.
“Is this your first time in this class?”
“Yeah.I’m a freshman.Just started yesterday.”
“Ooh.How are you coping?”he asks.
“Not bad.My roommate is an ass, though.”I shrug.Landon laughs.
“I get you.Mine’s a homophobe and likes to run his mouth, but I don’t really care,” Landon says with a shrug.
I catch a group of guys on the left side of the classroom staring at him.Some glare with thinly veiled disgust, others just stare because—well, he’s hot.Dark brown hair, hazel eyes, slim build, and that beautiful, milky complexion that almost looks unreal.I think I’ve got a couple inches on him height-wise.
“I’m sorry about your roommate.Mine isn’t any different.”I mutter, and Landon chuckles again.
The professor walks in shortly after, and he begins the lecture.After class, I gather my things and prepare to leave.
“Are you heading to the cafeteria?I’m pretty hungry,” Landon says as we walk down from our seats.
“Sure.”We exit the classroom and enter the crowded hallway.
“When’s your next class?”
“1 PM,” I answer.
“I guess we have the same class then.”
As we walk to the cafeteria, Landon and I chat about random topics, and it’s surprisingly interesting.He asks if I’ve made any friends yet, and I admit I haven’t.He mentions that he doesn’t have many friends either, but most are part of the LGBTQ+ community, and his best friend is a lesbian.
“So, where are you from?”Landon asks as we take a seat with our food.
“Florida originally.We moved to a small town about two hours from Seattle, and now I’m here for school.What about you?”
“Born and raised in New York,” Landon says as we start to eat.
“What brings you to Seattle?”I ask.
