hellbound; cory | ACKLEY BRIDGE

THE GAY STRAIGHT DUDE, or WHATEVER

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all in one night
she just went to heaven and back
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"riz! long time no see," i commented, rushing up to him with open arms. he gave me a quick hug before we continued to walk into school.

"maybe i been avoidin' ya," he smirked, shoving me gently.

"yeah right. i'm the light of your life and you know it," i grinned back, keeping my eyes open for a familiar backpack or two in the crowd.

"don't take offence to this, right, but you stink of hash —"

"what do you mean? no i don't!" i got defensive all of a sudden, whacking him round the arm. i'd been sober. i had, i really really had.

"let a man finish his sentence! dunno how cory puts up with you, gobby knickers! hash browns. you stink of hash browns."

"ohhhh," i realised, awkwardly chuckling. "yeah, i uh, made cor some. sorry," i apologised sheepishly.

"why don't i get free food?" he complained as we entered the busy hallways.

"uh, cause you're not my boyfriend?" i answered, shoving passed an annoying year 7 that had been making faces at me all week. some kids, man, freaks.

"thank god for that," he joked. "don't reckon alya would approve. especially not after that whole - y'know - woof woof situation."

i gasped dramatically, turning to riz with a wide mouth. "are you calling your sister a bitch, riz?"

"uh, no no no! don't go twisting my words!" he laughed, flicking me on the forehead. "i was referring to your little karaoke session."

"surprised i didn't get in more trouble, bet your dad was pleased," i smiled sweetly. "has he managed to keep his dick in his pants this term?"

"has cory?" riz retorted, cheekily. "oh wait, i don't have to ask. i can see for meself."

"don't make it sound like we've been filming pornos!" i groaned loudly, before realising just how loud i'd been as a bunch of heads turned towards us.

"now i'd pay to see that," zain muttered to his friend, nudging him.

"is it because i'm hot, or you're desperate?" i spat, scowling at him. "no, don't tell me, it's probably cause ya want to see cory naked."

"are you callin me gay?" he piped up, acting like little man was about to square up to me. riz watched us, trying not to laugh.

"ooooh, did i just hit a nerve?" i asked, folding my arms as the halls settled into silence around us. "is zaney waney a little insecure?"

"i'm not a fa—"

"if you're about to shout a slur in my face just because your masculinity is far too fragile to handle an insult in an argument which started from a dirty comment you made, i'd shut up and rethink that decision," i cut him off venomously, giving him an icy glare.

"i—you—uh—oh, shut it man!"

"i—i—i—cat got your tongue? do women intimidate you, zain?" i snarked. "newsflash, babe, being gay ain't nothin to be ashamed of. it's the 21st century, go nuts! literally!"