Maddow walked into English class, less than a minute before the tardy bell rang. Whispers and insolent stares were made as he approach his seat next to Carter. He met with his best friend 'you're getting stares' glare.
"People are talking," Carter said softly as Maddow dropped his backpack next to the desk. His eyes wasn't leaving his phone, glaring at the rapidly incoming posts. "About you are gay..." he trailed, his tone was confidential.
Maddow's expression turned from jovial to frantic and felt overwhelming sorrow over cross him. "Who'd would had done this?" he groaned and buried his oval face into his hands. With that, he disclosed his hands from his face and took out his phone, quickly draw the simple shape to open it. As he did, innumerable of remorseless messages and posts he was tagged in, flooded through. He groaned and buried his face into his hands. "You got to be kidding me."
Carter peered onto Maddow's phone. "Pretty boy, really?" he asked, his eyes wasn't leaving the phone screen. "Well, at least it is better than the word fag."
"Put it away Lucille," Mrs. Lyndol said with a firm tone, butting into the conversation as her eyes peered into the textbook. "Whatever it is, it can wait. For Frinne, we don't use that language in this class nor this school."
Maddow nodded and glared at some of the basketball team dismissed a hysterically chuckle and smooches faces from afar. He knew he had to say something; to speak up and not be who they want him to be, afraid and frightening teenager. "There's nothing wrong with being gay. So, I'm gay. So, what? it's normal. I love guys and none of the rest matters; the impolitic stares and bullying. None of it."
"What did you say incapable worthless human being?" Mitch asked, a dark edge linger beneath his tone. Mitch was the captain of the basketball team, his dark-brown hair swept back from a Los Angeles' cap and his brown eyes were fuming with flames.
"Couldn't hear me? I'll say it again," Maddow sighed. "There's nothing wrong with me being gay, Mitch. It's normal if guys like guys," he lifted his chin and locked glare with Mitch.
Mitch let out a chuckle and clasped one hand into the other. "You talking back to me?" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Stand up, you freakenstein!"
Maddow sat up abruptly, shook his head in disbelief. Before he could wander off to the exit, he was shoved against the jointed desk, causing the desk to tip. The loud crowded laughers echoes throughout the classroom. He took notice Mitch balled his hands into a fist, his heart racing against his ribcage, turned around to witness his best friend doing nothing just watching the scenario, and his backpack being snatched off the floor and tossed into the trash.
"I would back away if I were you," Jaxon said, gesturing through between desks. "Leave Maddow alone. Breaking news just in! Mitch Latado is an asshole."
Maddow immediately reached for Jaxon's hand and stood up. He felt his heart hammering in his chest, almost the same way he first saw Jaxon. This time, it wasn't good. Maddow and Jaxon took steps backward, heading to the exit. They wanted to leave. Mitch's friend, Noah blocked the path with his built athletic body. Mitch had also blocked the trail to freedom, they were trap. "Get out of our way, Mitch!"
Jaxon turned his direction to Maddow and smiled. "Mitch, you taking this way too far. Acting like a dick won't make yours any bigger," he said and chuckled.
Mitch sneered. "Do you have a crush on freakenstein?" he said, gripping Maddow's arm tighter and harder. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine. You and this worthless human can leave."
Maddow stepped further, and Jaxon retrieve Maddow black-and-white backpack from the trash and tossed it over his shoulder. "Let's get out of here, Maddow."
There comes to a point where it becomes too much. When we get too tired how we are treated by the narcissistic people in our life. So we give up when enough is enough. That's when we become stronger.
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