They probably thought of me as being smart and popular, to be honest (which in their eyes was not too common a combination). Some probably thought I was an attention whore, others might have thought I was nice, fun, etc. Others remembered the weird things about me (my quirky interests, my memorization of the periodic table, my ridiculous geography skills). I was that cute little blond rich kid (a friend of mine said that about me once). I was just a weird amalgam of different things. Honestly, I really liked high school, I don’t remember having any “enemies” and I still spend time with people I went to high school with but now go to different colleges.
To me, I just came off as harmless as possible. I was never rude, mean, or condescending; I was nice to everyone, I never saw any reason to not be. I never got angry. It would be hard for me to imagine people having an overall negative image of me.
Interestingly enough, I bet some people thought I was fruity, whether or not they knew I was gay for sure. But the fact that I wore striped sweaters and other more “flamboyant” clothing on occasion and that I hung out with girls all the time and never had a girlfriend. Maybe they could’ve put two and two together, not sure.