He sat down on a nearby bench and started to sob again. Chase walked over to a locker and looked at it. Sex “Yes I am, and I hope….”
He didn’t even have to say another word. I was so deep in thought that I didn’t even hear Chase asking me a question. Chase had stopped crying but I could tell that he was still very hurt. Chase looked up at me and stared into my eyes deeply.
I followed Chase into the locker room. “Ya.” he replied. As the locker came into view I saw that in sharpie that someone had written, “FAG!” I looked back at Chase with anger in my eyes. As the locker came into view I saw that in sharpie that someone had written, “FAG!” I looked back at Chase with anger in my eyes. I was a twig compared to everyone else. Chase was the typical high school jock. “Is that your locker?” I asked. “P-p -people that I thought were my friends.” He said. He always knows what to say to make me feel better. He always knows what to say to make me feel better.
