Dylan
I wasn’t sure how I was going to go at school after this weekend. My phone had been blowing up since the party and Josh opening his big mouth. The silence from Aiden was deafening though. I spent as much time as possible at the beach with Alex and surprisingly Sarah. She had been the first to text me and let me know that she didn’t care about me being gay and that we were always going to be friends. Alex told me that she had been pretty vocal in her support to anyone who tried to make a big deal of it. Alex himself was rock solid and stayed with me the whole weekend which I really appreciated. When I finally broke down and told Mum what had happened she went in to full mama bear mode (her words not mine). She was ready to hunt Aiden down and tell him exactly what she thought of him. I talked her out of that though. Last thing I needed was my mum fighting my battles for me. Jesus. I needed to prepare myself for school tomorrow and just take whatever crap I could without losing my temper. Good luck to me.
Monday was here before I knew it and I walked slowly towards school with Alex and Sarah beside me.
“Dude, the others are all going to be waiting there for us, they don’t care either. The only one we’re pissed at is Aiden. And that fuckwit Josh but he’ll get sorted out. I spoke to some of the other boys at the beach yesterday and I’m pretty sure he won’t be getting any good wave action any time soon.” Alex grinned at me with this wild kind of glee at his version of sorting Josh out.
“Cool. I guess that’s better than anything else happening to him.” I replied.
“Oh we’ve got more plans, but you don’t need to know about them.”
Now I understood the glee. Alex was part of a tougher group of surfers than I was and I knew they weren’t always playing legally with what they did. They were older than us and his brother was a part of it too. Andy, Alex’s brother, had always scared me a bit and my mum had actually banned me from spending time with him. Alex she had no problem with. Yet.
“Dylan, things aren’t as bad as you think they are. And I think Aiden is regretting anything he said about you. He rang me yesterday to try to explain but I couldn’t really understand what he was saying. He was a mess. And I’m still angry so I didn’t give him much of a chance. What I did get was that he said something out of jealousy and then couldn’t take it back. I dunno. Maybe you should ask him?” Sarah looked at me questioningly.
“Yeah, maybe.” It hurt that he was upset and that pissed me off even more that I still felt like this about him. I needed to be strong and not fall for his shit anymore. I wondered if the whole thing had just been a set-up? Did he just get with me to bring me down?
As we approached the carpark of the school I could see Simon and Macca waiting next to the gate. When the saw us they ran over and immediately started on about how they were going to fuck up both Aiden and Josh. I let them go for a bit and then got them to stop. The last thing any of us needed was trouble this year. We headed towards our form classes and separated at the senior block. I was by myself for form which made my stomach swirl with nerves. And then I remembered that Josh was in my class. Well, shit. I was just about to turn around and wag school for the day but my teacher Mr Weston was behind me.
“Morning, Dylan. Good weekend?” He asked.
“Oh yeah, fantastic, Mr Weston. Couldn’t have been better.” Ok so my tone was slightly bitter and sarcastic.
“Right. Sounds like it.” He stopped before entering the room. “Anything I can help with?”
“Nah, just shit happening.” Luckily he was okay with swearing sometimes.
“Okay, doors always open.”
With that he started form class and I sat in the back row and silently watched as Josh rolled in late.
He looked up at me straight away and a shit eating grin appeared on his face. He made his way to the closest desk empty near me.
“Hey faggot.”
“Are you talking to me?” My eyes widened as Carlos turned around and glared at Josh.
“What? No, man, I was talking to fagboy there.” Josh pointed at me and looked back at Carlos for support. “Didn’t you hear how it all came out about him this weekend?”
“Yeah, I did. Can’t say I was too bothered considering I’m gay too.” Carlos shrugged and glanced over at me. “Sorry about what went down with this dickhead.” He jerked his head towards Josh.
“What the fuck? How many more fucking faggots are gonna turn up in my school?”
I couldn’t believe that Josh was talking like this about Carlos, in front of him. Carlos didn’t surf, he was as a skater but his brothers surfed and they were the kind of surfers you did not piss off. They were extremely loyal and protective to the ones in their crew and their family. I didn’t spend any time with him or his family but I knew enough that you didn’t just start throwing insults around like Josh was doing. Dude must have had a death wish.
It was kind of funny because all of a sudden it seemed to click in his mind just who exactly he had called a faggot. His face went bright red then turned a sickly shade of pale. I’m just petty enough to enjoy watching the horror in his eyes. Josh loved surfing and Alex had already hinted that his crew were ready for him, but now, now he had Carlos and his brothers against him. I didn’t like to be the cause of anyone getting hurt though. Mum would kill me.
“How bout you just don’t use that word anymore?” I said quietly to Josh. “And just leave me alone. I have a feeling it will better for you if you do.”
He didn’t say anything just kept staring at Carlos like he was mesmerised or something. Weird.
Carlos shrugged and turned back towards the teacher
I couldn’t wait for this day to be over and it had barely started.
I finally got to lunch and made my way over to our normal spot. The boys were already there but so was Aiden. I stopped and decided that I just didn’t want to face him today. After waving at Alex I turned and went back the way I had come.
“Dylan, wait up.” Aiden called out.
Yeah that’s a big fuck no. I kept walking and didn’t even acknowledge him.
“Please. Just wait. I need to explain.” He sounded desperate and sad and I just didn’t care.
Okay, I do care but I wasn’t stopping and letting him tell me some bullshit lie to make me forgive him.
He finally grabbed my arm and spun me around which made me angry enough to punch him in the face.
“Don’t fucking touch me. You lost that chance when you opened your mouth on Friday.”
“Dylan and Aiden! Principals office now.” Mr Farrow was marching towards us. “There is to be no violence in this school. I don’t know what’s going on but you can explain it to Mr Jones.”
With a disgusted look at Aiden I followed the teacher towards the office building.
“Way to go, you tosser.” I muttered.
“You hit me, you can’t blame this on me.” Aidens voice was indignant.
“Watch me.”
And then I realised that they would be ringing my mother about this. Well, shit.
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