- Larry X Travis - {Smut}

Is this really happening?

- Travis' POV -

I heard somebody making.. moaning sounds. I realized who it was after a bit of shutting up and listening..
It was Larry Johnson.

Why the fuck would Larry be in the bathroom stall, especially next to me, probably.. Jacking off or some shit?? I mean, I was practically sobbing earlier. That faggot would know to shut up. Well I guess it's expected because I never knew or thought he could think. Anyways. When I heard those sounds I couldn't move—by that I mean I just thought. Was he doing this because of me? What the hell was going on here?! I pick up my backpack which is in the corner of the stall and stuff my belongings into it, getting up and exiting the stall. I hear silence.. I wash my hands and take a deep breath. Larry seems fuckin weird today. First he bumps into me, then he pins me to a damn locker, now he's moaning in a stall next to me??? This shit is crazy—I walk out of the bathroom and walk to my locker. I put in the combination and open it, throwing my backpack inside and staring at a few doodles I made of Larry that I stuck on the inside of the locker. I'm not obsessed or anything, his facial structure is just.. attractive, atleast to me, to draw. Why the hell am I saying these things.. I'm not gay, it's a sin to fall in love with another man. If my very own father found out about me drawing Larry and thinking about him everyday,  especially about what happened with the locker thing, I would probably break a fucking leg and get another black eye. If my father found out that his son thinks sinful things about the boy he hates most at my school, he would never forgive me. I'm not a gay fucking faggot. That's not what's going on..
Right??..

This is short as hell, it's 323 words which makes me feel ashamed even more. enjoy tho, 2 chapters in one day, woo.