The next day I had gym again. I hesitated outside of the locker room, unsure about going in. I didn't want to do this
at all....but I'd promised... I sighed and, clutching my books to my chest, went in. The locker room was crawling with
other students. Some talking, some changing, some fooling around. I just wanted to change and get out of there. I
quickly strode to my locker, keeping my gaze down. I'd successfully retreived my gym clothes, but just as I'd prepared
to change someone popped into view, leaning against the lockers, watching me was a Junior whom was commonly referred to
as Rob. He had a smirk on his lips and he looked at me in a way that told me I was in for a hard time.
"Wow, Mark, don't often see you here." he said, cooly. "Can't beleive you're actually here in time to change with the
rest of the class."
I glanced around, looking for an excuse, an oprotunity to get away from him, but it was no use. His other friends where
all nearby, and watching the event. Frankly...I was trapped.
"What, you can't change with other guys around? Are you gay or something?" he asked, with a cruel smirk.
"No." I replied. "I just-"
"Why're you so red?" he pinched my ear, hard, I yelped and forced his hand away, dropping my clothes.
"Seeing a bunch of half-naked guys must turn you on" he laughed. "You're such a queer."
"Im not!" I protested, feeling the insult like a knife in my chest. I could feel my ears burning.
"Sure, I bet you don't change with the rest of us because your afraid everyones going to notice you staring at their
asses!" someone whipped my ass with a rolled up towel. I cried out.
"Stop! Leave me alone!" I felt like I was going to cry.
"You're so gay!" Someone called out. I stumbled and went for the door. Forget about my promise, forget about the stupid
class! I just wanted out of there. Someone tripped me and I fell. There was laughter. I just closed my eyes and laid
there. I laid there untill the voices and laughter faded. I layer there untill the door to the gym closed for the last
time.
The I heard footsteps. A pair of sneakers appeared in my feild of view. I looked up. The face of the person was
blacked out by a light in the ceiling but a hand reached down to help me. "Are you alright?"
That voice. That accent. So familiar. I took the hand and stood up, looking into the beautiful face of that dreamy guy
I'd met before. He was in gym clothes this time, but even so he was beautiful. He gently wiped my tears off my cheeks.
He smiled gently."Such tears are a sin against your angel's face."
I shook my head, wiping my eyes. "I don't know about angel's face..."
His expression got stern. "Those boys wouldn't know love if it gave them a concussion. There's nothing wrong with the
way you are. Even if you are gay. As a matter of fact, I myself am gay."
My eyes widened. "R-really?"
"Yes. I know what it's like to be hurt like that." his eyes softened. "It disturbs me to see you in such pain."
"I-I'm fine...now....you cheered me up a bit...." I said softly. He smiled gently.
"Good....now you should change. I'll wait on the other side of thease lockers. But hurry, we don't want to be late, now
do we? I beleive we have a few boys to crush in tennis..." I chuckled at the hard, determined look on his face and
nodded. He mussed my hair then went to give me some privacy.
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