Coming Home

I didn't believe Brian, I just didn't. Every single popular person cares about their reputation and I'd give them a shitty one. Just because I'm gay, I think some people know it. After all why would they always call me faggot and emo. I wanted to yell at them that I'm just like them too but it's no use. My face and body stung with pain. Most of it from my dad, but then myself. My wrists stung from last night. I fucking hate my dad and my life. They can both fuck each other but I'm stuck in the middle of them.

Right now I was stuck in gym. More specific, gym locker room. The thing I fucking hated most about gym was showering. People would stare and make comments so I just waited until they were all done and then I would shower. I would be late to the next class but that didn't matter to me, atleast I wasn't getting beat up.

"What's wrong Baker? You afraid everyone will see you dont have a dick?" A guy with blonde hair comments.

"It's okay man we already know." Another snorts.

I just stare away, sitting on the bench. It was no use telling them I had a dick like what's the point? They would still find some way else to make fun of me. I see a shadow form from behind me.

"What happened to your face Baker? Someone beat you up before we could?" A guy from the group of five asks.

"N-no."I stutter out.

The all chuckle and I get this feeling forming in my stomach, disgust towards all of them. I try to focus on something else, the floor. I felt a hand grab my hair, forcing me to look up at them.

"Get in the fucking showers." He spits at me.

My eyes widen but I don't budge. What the fuck were they planning to do with me? I don't want to get my ass kicked in the showers. For all I know they could be intending on raping me.

"Now!" He snaps.

I get up slowly, glancing at all their faces. Smirks of pure evil were on each and everyone of them. I drag my feet towards the showers but I felt like I was going to throw up, maybe I should, it would get me the fuck out of this situation.


"What the fuck do you think you guys are doing?" Brian's voice asked from behind me.

I turn quickly and freeze. Thank the fucking lord, it was Brian. But, he's popular, what if he joins them or some shit? My relief turns back to fear as I stare him with pleading eyes. Please be here to rescue me.

"Were just fucking around with Baker, you can go now Haner." One answers.

"If you haven't fucking noticed," Bri starts crossing his arms. "This is my hour of gym now and all you fuckers are supposed to be out of here."

"We'll just take Baker with us." One mumbles, trying to reach for my arm.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Him." Bri seethes.

They stare at him, frightened by his fierce face. That's a good sign, I hope.

"Haner, he's just an emo faggot, we'll take care of him." The tall blonde that made the comment towards me steps in to speak.

"I don't give a flying fuck, get your fucking asses out of here now before I fucking kill all of you." Brian says glaring at them.

They stare at him, wide eyed. Stepping away from me cautiously the five of them ran out of the locker room, good. I glance over at Bri, his face changed to a more calming expression. How the fuck was I supposed to take a shower now? I would be embarrassed as fuck in front of him. As if he read my mind he spoke towards me.

"You take a shower and I'll go stay by the door incase someone tries fucking around with you." He answers walking away.

I nod my head and walk towards the showers.

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I decided just to skip my next class, I didn't really care about it either, so what my dad was going to kick my ass for it, he does that to me for anything I fuck up, which is everything. I'm so damn pathetic, why do I even try anymore.

"Hey!" Bri calls out.

I turn around and wait, I don't know fucking why. I liked him but he certainly didn't like me in that way. He's straight. STRAIGHT. I need to get that stuck in my head. Staring him down I felt like I was the ugliest person alive, then again, I probably am.

His cheek bones were so perfect alone with his chocolate brown eyes. You could get lost in his eyes barely from trying. His shirt hugged his torso tightly showing his figure. Any girl would kill for him. As for his hair, it was so fucking perfect. Long brown locks in crazy directions every which way. His hands were huge with long slender fingers. This man was perfect.

"Can I walk home with you?" He pants catching up with me.

"But you don't live by me." I protest.

"I have to go to Chelle's." He says but theres a bit of annoyance in his voice.

Michelle Dibenedetto was his girlfriend. I wasn't very fond of her, her sister I was okay with. Val was nice to me, or tried. Her boyfriend, Matthew Sanders fucking hated me, I had no idea why.

We walked peacefully towards my street. I didn't bother making much conversation with him after all, he's not like me. He has a girlfriend, he has a girlfriend, his dad was amazing at guitar just like him, and he had a lot of fame at school for it. I don't think it went to his head though. He wasn't bothered by he could have any girl he wanted. He just seemed as if he was a normal person, but his reputation was still important to him. When we were getting close to parting our ways he stopped suddenly.

"Something wrong?" I ask.

"Zach, what the fuck is on your arm?" He asks.

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