Attention ~A Newsies Story~

Not Fond Of Him // Hey, Uh

Albert DaSilva wasn't fond of Racetrack Higgins upon first meeting him. Racetrack always had himself all over his boyfriend, Spot Conlon. He seemed like any other drunk partygoer, clingy, stupid and annoying. Race also never seemed to stop saying how great his boyfriend was.

Race was newer to town as he was just starting college. If there was a party though? He was at it, never alone but the 22 year old seemed to live the life of a party. Constantly having some sort of cigarette, cigar or chewing gum, gum was only for in classes. Albert later learned alcohol and drugs were also on that list.

Race was hammered the first time Albert met him. Race was joking about Alberts red hair before being dragged away by Spot. Albert found him irritating and made a mental note to avoid him. Albert confirmed these beliefs upon seeing Race boasting about his boyfriend's football skills.

The next time was at a football game, Albert saw Race all dressed up in school spirit. At a closer glance Albert noticed more, Race's eyes were bloodshot and the boy shook horribly. He's probably high. He stared a moment longer and saw the boy just stared into space, not even paying attention to the game. Definitely high.

Albert took his seat that wasn't far from Race. He mostly observed him. He didn't actually like football but had nothing better to do. He felt a twinge of worry for Race then pushed it away, if Race was gonna be stupid then it's his own fault.

Albert knew Spot Conlon was a star quarterback and if Spot was taking Race as a partner that there was something in it for him. Albert tried to stay out of that drama. He knew he was better off to keep his demisexual pan romantic ass away, despite how far society has come, it still can't get rid of uneducated close minded idiots. The school seemed to be fine with LGBT but any other letter was like a different language.

Albert looked back at the football game, his school was winning, meaning a victory party the coming days. Albert thought about going, he found it amusing to watch all the idiotic people and plus he would get some free alcohol if he had the free time.

Albert got up and started to leave the football game just before it ended, not many people were there, but he still wanted to beat the crowd out. A hand on his shoulder stopped him on the way out.

"Hey uh, Albert right?" Race stuttered to Albert.

"Uh yeah. Whatcha need?" Albert turned around.

"I, uh just wanted to say sorry, I was kinda a ass at that party. My boyfriend needed me so I couldn't say hi." Albert noticed he spoke oddly, some slow, almost slurred then the rest very quickly.

"Oh, it's- it's fine. He seems like a chill dude." Albert watched Races face contort slightly and added on, "You do too." God, why am I saying this? Now he will try and talk to me again.

Race glanced at something behind Albert, "I-I gotta go." As he ran off Albert noticed the shaky boy was quite pale in actual light. He really should lay off the drugs. Albert rolled his eyes and headed back to his small apartment not far from campus.

He pulled open Twitter upon flopping onto his bed.

Spot Conlon : Which one of you Bronx f*cks beat my boyfriend?

*2 images*

Albert was disgusted at the pictures. Race had a black eye swollen shut, his nose was a whole new color and bleeding. Race obviously had cried and looked scared.

Gross. Probably some homophobic a**hole. I guess that's a price to pay though if you always want attention.

He kept scrolling and remembered he should probably work on his project. He was majoring in photography, he needed to make something resembling something beautiful but with a closer look was built on hate. Albert didn't have any ideas though, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He had two months to do it and it was worth quite a bit of points.