What is Love (BoyxBoy)

I've had it!

Okay, I get the fact that not everyone likes the gay community, but this is just going overboard.

Outside of my school was a protest. I could see signs that read 'LGBT is not for me!' And 'Down with gay! It's not okay!' Half of the city's population was here.

What the hell were they doing here?

I sighed and got out of my sliver Toyota. I took my earphones out my pocket and put them in, blasting Eminem in my ears. I didn't want to hear them, let alone see them.

I brushed past the people with annoyance. Some of them gave me a confused look, as if they thought why I wasn't joining them. Why would I want to join a bunch of ignorant people protesting against something that I am, and something that shouldn't even be protested against?

People don't seem to understand that being gay isn't a choice, or a problem. When people protest against a certain community, kids will start to believe that it's not okay to be different. They will start to think that society wants people to be a certain way, but that's not how it should be. People can't see what influence they have on kids until it's too late.

I had almost made it to the front doors when I felt someone grab a hold of my shoulders and spun me around. I sighed when I saw that it was Pete Wills, the only guy I want to burn in hell.

"Hey faggot! See those signs? Do you understand them?" He pointed to the mob of people and looked back at me with a devilish smirk.

"I understand them, I'm not a dumbass like you, Pete." I rolled my eyes.

I may not have any friends, but the one thing I don't tolerate is bullying. I wasn't scared of Pete, or anyone for that matter. I know when to stand my ground, and how to stand up to bullies.

Pete grew mad at my comment and narrowed his eyes at me. "I may not be a genius like Da Vinci, but at least I'll fit into society, faggot."

"First off, Leonardo Da Vinci was an artist, an artistic genius if I may add, but he's not the kind of genius you were referring too. Secondly, I don't want to fit into a society if all they do is hate people for being who they are. I'm not a narrow minded asshole like you" I said and shrugged his hand off of me. I could hear him growling at me as I walked into the building.

I sighed as I made my way to my locker, that was lucky next to the coffee machine. I got my English book and a vanilla latte from the machine. I turned to start walking to my first period but was stopped when a fist landed a blow in my stomach, causing me to fall over in pain.

I looked up to see Pete raising his leg. he kicked my stomach and I let out a cry on pain.

"That's for correcting me!" He yelled. he kicked me again, and again. "That's for being a little faggot, faggot!" He continued to yell.

By the time I started coughing blood everyone was gathered around me, laughing at me. Nobody cared to make him stop, or help me. Apparently this was a show to them, and I was the main attraction. The Gay Freak.

As I started to lose conciseness, I saw a tall, muscular body pull Pete away from me and pin him against the wall. Finally, someone helped me.

When I woke up I was in a white room, hooked up to machines that were beeping loudly. I smelled rubbing alcohol in the air.

Damn! I think I'm in the hospital.

I could see my mom talking to a lady dressed in blue. Must've been a nurse. She turned and saw me awake, her eyes flashing with joy.

"Daniel, my baby!" Was all she could say as she hugged him.

"Ow, mom. Ease up." I said.

She looked at me, she looked as if tears were about to burst from her. I'm happy to see my mom, but I can't remember why I'm here.

Oh wait, I remember. Pete attacked me like the wild animal he's trained to be. Narrow minded assholes. I wish there was a cure for ignorance.

"It's nice to see you awake Mr. Smith." the nurse said to me.

"Am I that badly injured?" I asked.

"Just a few broken ribs, but I promise you'll heal quickly." she said with a smile.

Thank god. I thought Pete worse than that. I remember someone pulling him away, but who? Nobody in that school has given a damn about me since I came out, so who pulled him away?

"You'll be discharged tomorrow, honey." my mom patted my shoulder.

I sighed and slumped in the bed. Tomorrow? That means I'm missing school... not that I should care. Why should I give a damn about people who doesn't give a damn about me?

Hopefully when I go back I can just go to class peacefully. Pete most likely got suspended, I pray that he got suspended.