“Hey!”
I rolled my eyes, and closed the locker, immediately knowing who it was. Sex “Malik…” she sighed, wiping her face and sitting next to me. My mother hated the idea, and everyone teased me for it. I wanted to take a knife and just stick it into my chest. My heart told me to be gay. “I don’t want you to go through what I went through growing up.”
“What do you–”
“When I was your age…” she breathed, closing her eyes. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Whoa!” he chuckled, leaning against the locker with a smile. Just then, I felt a tap on my ass. “I’m…I’m not LIKE you, though,” I told her, wiping my tears. If they don’t like me…” I got beside myself. And my dad…he was telling me a bunch of things. “I don’t like this fighting bullshit.”
“Sir,” pleaded Jordan. He came by and slapped his…butt and called him a fag.” He kinda smiled a bit when he said ‘butt’. “I don’t care what people think of me. “So you really are gay?” said Joel (my friend), holding his pained face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing out there?” blurted Dr.
