Name: Tate Anthony Johnson Age: 17 Grade: Junior Personality: Tate is a shy, kind boy. He isn't one to make a scene or be the center of attention. He enjoys sitting back and watching more. If needed, he is always willing to lend a hellping hand. Bio: As a child, he always had a feeling he was different. In elementary school, he always wanted to give Valentine's presents to boys, instead of girls. He thought it was normal. Until he got scolded for it, that is. His parents have always been very religious. His dad always had a no-gay rule while his mom was more open minded about it, and he had been close to her. But Tate's mother had died from cancer when he was 7, and his father in his distress buried his sorrow in religion where he met Tates step-monster. When he was 10, he accepted the fact he was gay, but stayed in the closet for fear that his religious father would disown him. He currently lives with his father and stepmother, who's expecting a child any time now. Appearence: Orientation/Status: Gay/Homosexual. In the closet. Tate sat in class, his fingers drumming against his desk. The teacher was giving morning announcements, but he wasn't listening. He was too busy discreetly staring at a boy up front. He was one of the popular ones, and Tate hated how much he thought that guy was attractive. It was such a romantic cliche for the shy wall flower to find the popular jock attractive, but what could he say? The guy sure did look good. The teacher turned off the lights, which snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up to the front of the classroom as the teacher turned on the morning announcements video. It was the usual, sports games that were coming up, as well as scores. Upcoming plays and lunch today. And then the prom. The one every girl and guy was looking forward to. It was a mascarade dance, which was again a cliche, but it was exciting. Tate smiled slightly, but then dropped it. He began thinking of when he would see his friend, best friend, and pretend girlfriend to avoid suspicions from his step-monster. He and her had a locker next to each other this year and he wanted to talk her into going with him so he wouldnt be alone. She knew about him being gay. In fact, she was the only on who knew, since he knew her since the third grade. They had always been close, inseperable really. Of course, school asshats assumed he was gay, and loved kicking his ass for it. But he wouldnt give them the satisfaction of knowing he really was gay, nor would he tell anyone about it so they thought he was a "punk ass bitch" as they put it. But putting that aside, currently talking to her was the only thing he was looking forward to. The teacher snapped the light on, which was sudden. He covered his eyes, blinded by the light. He sighed, resting his hand on the desk and rests his head in his palm. The teacher started talking about some boring math problem while he went back to oogling at the jock again. 'Jeez, he's attractive.. why can't he look at me? Wait. No. He can't look at me. That would be emarassing. Him seeing me watching him? Can there be anything more creepy?' He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts, but continued watching him.