Important Note: The following scenes contain violence and homophobic slurs. Unfortunately both really happen.
"Faggot."
Luke’s hand hit Shane square in the chest and knocked him back against the locker. His ribs burned from the hit but he looked his bully in the eye. Nearly a foot taller than Shane and eighty pounds of muscle heavier it wouldn’t have been anything close to a fair fight but he decided to stand his ground. If it came down to it he could use the self-defense moves he had learned from the repeat of the Roseanne when she went with her sister to self-defense class.
“What’s that arrow supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what it says,” Shane replied.
“You faggots today with all your rights,” Luke said. He reached out and grabbed Shane by the shirt and pulled him from the locker to raise him in the air until just his toes touched the ground. Shane could hear the fabric seams begin to snap.
It was an impulse and Shane took a swing at the other boy’s crotch with his fist but hit his thigh instead. Luke laughed back at first then became very serious as he pulled Shane closer.
“This little faggot just tried to take a swing at my nuts,” Luke said.
“Did he try and grab them or just punch ‘em,” someone called out from the growing audience.
“Good question, so what is it faggot?”
Shane knew it was coming but as he looked back in the boy’s eyes he knew that the pain of recovery was worse than the pain of being hit. Being hit was some kind of momentary event that left a lasting mark. He had been through it all before but somehow he thought it wouldn’t happen again. He wished it wouldn’t happen again.
“You really need a breath mint,” Shane responded.
“Funny guy,” Luke said. “And that’s a funny shirt you’re wearing. But you know what maybe I want to be a funny guy so give it to me.”
“Get bent,” Shane said.
“Still not laughing,” Luke said. And with that he twisted the boy around by the neck of his shirt and threw him to the ground. He was on him instantly and it was easy to overpower him and rip away his shirt. Luke stood with the shredded cloth in his hand with a grin on his face. “Now it’s my shirt and if I catch you wearing anything else I don’t like then I’m going to rip those off as well.”
Shane tried to stand and Luke watched him. Barely to his feet Luke shoved him and knocked him back into a bench.
"Why are you always on me?" Shane said.
The other guys were watching as they eyed each other.
"I'm not always on you. I just don't like little runts who are always bragging about being a little faggot."
"I'm not bragging. I'm just being myself," Shane said.
"Well then I don't like who you are."
Shane stood his ground but he wasn't sure what to do. Luke's physical attack had ceased and there was a feeling that nothing more would happen but he wasn't sure. Luke could be after him just as easily as before.
"Screw you faggot," Luke said before turning away.
He knew he should have let it drop and he fought the urge to say what he thought but it still slipped out. "You'd like that," he said.
Luke turned on him with a renewed anger.
"Wait," Shane said.
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