𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 - byler

14

"what you looking at, freak?" troy marched over to will with james trailing behind. the cafeteria got a little quieter as people looked over to see what was going on.

max and lucas were about to get up to confront them but will told them not to.

"redhead, midnight, and the little fairy who is also a fucking snitch. what an interesting little group."

james didn't know why he was still standing next to troy even after troy just told him a few seconds ago that they were just friends.

"leave us alone."

"got something to say, hottie?" max gagged.

"why don't you go somewhere else?"

"why don't you go somewhere else?" troy mocked will, "what? you think you're better than me, faggot?"

"it's funny how you keep calling me that considering you're ga-" will cut himself off. he knew that it wasn't right to out anyone. but now troy got the message that will knew.

to try to appear tough to the few people paying attention to them, troy kicked will's backpack and called him another slur. troy and james speed walked away.

"dude, you should've finished your sentence."

"i mean, at least now he knows we know," max said.

"and what good does that do?" will whined.

"it might get them to back the fuck off."

will sighed.

-

"that was a pathetic excuse of an apology!"

"yeah, i know. i get it."

"why'd you choose to get him a sketchbook anyway?"

mike looked at his sister confused, "that's not even relevant."

"well, i'm just curious and i'm sure it symbolizes something."

mike looked down, "um, troy kinda destroyed his old sketchbook so..."

"you and your friends are so unbelievably pathetic."

-

"i'm gonna kill that faggot! how does he know, huh? did you fucking say anything about us?" troy shoved james but not hard enough for him to fall.

"dude, calm down. i didn't say anything. you know i wouldn't, troy."

"fuck, fuck! i bet you guys are fucking and you mentioned me and now he knows. fuck, i'm literally straight. i should've never- we are done."

"you're straight?" james laughed, a little louder than he intended.

"look, all we did was make out-"

"-what?" troy and james both looked over at mike. they stayed quiet in shock. "y-you guys are gay?"

"mike, i can explain-"

"-you guys are such fucking hypocrites."

"yeah, well, look at you and will. i bet you're gay for him, that's why you targeted him the most," troy sneered.

"i targeted him the most? what the fuck does that mean?"

"i-i guess we're all a group of gay besties," james said to try to lighten the mood.

"what the fuck did you just say?" troy grabbed the collar of james' shirt. "for the last time, i'm not gay!"

"you two can work this out. um, i'm gonna go-"