At Least I Tried

Inside Out and Again

"Lance McClain!" Called his mother at the top of her lungs, banging on the door like a soldier locked out in war.

Lance grumbled and stumbled out of bed even though the fluffy blue sheets and blankets were the warmest thing in his house. They were warming than his mom's heart, that was for sure.

"Get ready for school! You'll be late." Shouted the Latina mother from the other side of the door. Lance heard her stomp off down the hall to dam his other siblings with her words.

He looked at the time. "5:32" he yawned. "That's too early." The brunette wiped his eyes with the back of his hands before he went and got dressed for the day.

Once school had ended and Lance managed to get out of the crowd quicker than he had before, he bolted to the sidewalk; hoping he could escape the bullies. But such luck was never real.

"Hey, Chop Sticks!" Someone shouted behind Lance. Lance turned around to face who it was, even though he knew fully well that it was Brandon.

[warning: strong language]

"How's your boyfriend?" Brandon grabbed Lance by his shirt and pushed him to the ground. "The f*g cant even speak." Laughed the large obese kid. "Too busy sucking on cock."

Lance whimpered. He stood up off the dust walk and dusted himself off. "I don't like boys." He mumbled.

Brandon laughed a full Santa-like laugh. "Oh ho ho that's the funniest joke I've heard all day."

The bully was a big kid. Much larger and stronger than Lance was by a lot. But he was obese and slow and not very good at anything other than sitting and laughing at people while snacking food. Lance considered that karma for him. He picked on others way too much.

It just happened that Lance was his target most of the time. At first it was just during the lunch period where Brandon would knock his food off his plate or steal his lunches but then he started to pick on him during class or after school.

Lance didn't want to hate Brandon but every fiber in his body told him to bite him and kill him. But the brunette knew better. His mom would beat his ass if he did that along with the police.

"I DONT LIKE BOYS!" Shouted Lance at the top of his lungs at Brandon before his skinny long legs took off and he ran down the sidewalk away from Brandon and his gang.

The bully chased him for several minutes before he collapsed with exhaustion and Lance was home free.