"I love you, Travis." Says the boy. "I-I love you too, Sally." I reach out and grab his face, finally. As I pull his face towards mine I feel a sharp pain on the back of my head. "What the fuck are you doing, boy? Who the hell is Sally?" I open my eyes to see my father with his hand balled up in a fist. "Answer me, Travis! Who the fuck is Sally?" I panicked slightly. "Umm...A girl at my school?" He looked skeptical. "I've never heard you say that name before, young man." "I promise sir, she's a girl in my math class." He seemed to accept it. "Get ready for school." He walked out of my room, no apology for hitting me, as expected. I got up out of my bed and looked in my mirror. "Fucking...shit." I had morning wood. I started getting ready but it's hard to do that with a boner. I put on my baggiest jeans so my father wouldn't notice it, but it didn't work to well. "Travis, what is that?" Oh fuck. "What is what, sir?" He looked pissed. "Don't question me, what is going on with your pants?" "O-Oh, that's just a uh fold." He stared me down. "You're gonna be late for school, go." I nod and walk out the door. Thank god he dropped it, I thought I was gonna get killed.
My father hated me. He hated most people but I was definitely the thing he hated most, besides homosexuals. Honestly, I think I might be gay. I really wish I wasnt. It makes me so angry, angry enough to resort to violence. Violence towards the gayest person in the school, the boy I happen to fancy. Sal Fisher, but more commonly known as Sallyface. He was a small boy with blue hair he put up in ponytails, Ive never seen his face because he wears a weird mask thing but I imagine he's beautiful. "Larr! God fucking damn it you got milk all over my sweater!" Speak of the devil. "YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAVE CUM ON YOUUUUUUUU!!" Says Larry Johnson, his stepbrother and best friend. "What are you fags doing?" I say. "None of your business, cum guzzler." Larry remarks. "The fuck did you just call me?" "A cum guzzler. Isn't that what you are?" I was starting to get heated, I knew I shouldnt have said anything. "You better shut the fuck up before I make you." I heard Sal snicker and whisper. "Kinky." I automatically turned to him. "Shut up, you're not funny." "Calm down, daddy issues. Just because I get more bitches than you doesn't mean you gotta hate me." I laugh. "What bitches? 40 Year old men who you meet on the internet?" Him and Larry both laughed. "Where'd you get that idea from, Euphoria? Get lost, asshole." I utter a small 'Fuck you.' and walk away. We might go to the same school but we go very different routes so I wouldn't have to worry about him until 5th period math.
