School just didn’t work for me – until one day, at the age of 14, when I was walking down the corridor and caught the eye of one of the cool kids.
It was a typical teenage crush: my stomach did a flip and my throat tightened with nerves as he looked back at me, holding my gaze for just long enough.Many corridor encounters later we had struck up a friendship, and soon after that, I started my first relationship with him.
It was a strange set up – I was still closeted while he had just come out; he was popular, and I was not.We’d steal moments after school, kissing in the bushes, or we would meet up in town on a Saturday afternoon.