3RD PERSON POV
"Hey robin, I have a questionnnn" finney provoked, looking over to robin. "Hm?" Robin said in response, not even moving an inch. Finney rolled around, hitting his head against robins leg.
"Why do you hate on gay people so much?" Finney asked, catching robins attention. He didn't exactly know why.
He thought for a second before answering. "Mostly for my reputation, you can't be all gay n shit if you gonna be popular."
ROBIN POV
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I don't know why I said that. Maybe I was getting high, who knows.
"Oh, so you don't actually hate me?" He mumbled under his breath, catching my attention again. "Woah, woah, woah, I never said I hated you." I threw, finally pulling my hood up.
He just rolled his eyes, halting deeply. "As that TikTok sound says, your body language speaks to me, Robin." He grumbled, placing his head on my shoulder.
"Yea, we'll fucking look at you, your a faggot who thinks he can just slit his way around-"
My phone buzzed, thank god. He looked hurt as shit, but I couldn't show I felt bad. I checked my phone, reading the contact.
Angela😐 texted you 3 messages...
I walked to the bathroom, annoyed already. I turned on my phone, flipping through my contacts as I saw her name.
HEYYYY MI BEBE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
HOW IS STAYING AT THAT FAGGOTS HOUSE? I HOPE HES NOT MAKING ANY MOVES ON YOU, THAT DICK IS MINE.
HAHA, JUST KIDDING.
The joke made me tremble, but I decided to ignore it.
For some reason, hearing her call me faggot made me pissed. To think about it, when my friends called him it earlier, I got pissed and started throwing punches.
I called him fag all the time, what was different when they said it?
I thought about it as I texted Angela back.
Hey angel, I'm fine. And yea lol, funny joke.
Anyway I gtg. Bye ily.
Aw OKAY! WELL ILL MISS YOU BEBE!
Can I have a picture before you go?
I stopped and read the text. Pictures. Pictures, pictures, always pictures. I decided to ignore the request.
Oh yea, sure
Attachment: 1 image.
Robin, that's a picture of your face, you know what I mean and want. 😐
Angel, I don't feel comfortable showing all those parts of me.
Oh come on, stop being dramatic. You know you want me, so show me all your body so I can admire you~
Angel, I said no.
Whatever, I guess I'll be telling everyone that you raped me.
What the fuck, no, that's not true!
It doesn't matter, everyone will believe me over you, so give me what I want or your reputation is over. :3
Fine.
I hated her. I hate her. But she wouldn't let me go. Anything for my reputation.
I moved my clothes around, pulling out my dick from my boxers. It made me self conscious, but anything for my reputation. Right?
I took a picture, sending it to Angela. She immediately opened it, showering me with compliments.
OMG BB YOU ARE SO BIG, I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR MONSTER😻
Whatever.
I LOVE YOU!
Lyt.
Why, why was she only complimenting my body. She only ever complimented me when I'd show off my dick.
I held myself firmly, tears threading to fall. I flushed my head to my knees, now self conscious of my body. I don't know what was wrong with me. I'd show myself off to plenty of people, but it made me feel empty how I showed myself to her.
I hated it.
I hated this.
I needed something, so I got something.
