I Don't Mind

Chapter 6

A/N: Trigger warning: Use of homophobic slur (I'm sorry guys I didn't want to go this way with the story, but it just makes sense and will easily give me a way to write angst later). Also, thanks for 1,000 reads already!!!!

Derek's POV

1 week later... 

Well, we're starting college in a couple days, we just have to get set up and shit. DeShaun is my roommate, which is pretty cool, but I hope he doesn't bring his girlfriend around and fuck her while I'm in here. That would not be a fruitful sight, or a fruity one, which I prefer. 

Adrian has noticed my hostility towards him growing. He glances at me a lot while we're with the rest of the group, and he sees me glaring at him. He gives me a confused look and then turns away. If I didn't know better, I might think that Adrian is into me. It doesn't matter though, I can't imagine he wants to be with me, especially with that hot piece of ass Julian flirting with him constantly. 

They would make a cute couple, there's no doubt about it, but something wouldn't be right about it. I don't know what it is, I really don't. Something about the two of them being together makes me feel weird and I can't explain why.

"Derek, do you have everything you need?" DeShaun asks, hauling a massive box of miscellaneous shit into our room.

"Nah. I still need to go back to my house and grab a few more things before I can come over."

I need to get pencils. A lot of pencils. And a lot of notebooks and folders and pens. I might need some more things, but I don't really know. I'll know when I get there. 

"Aight. Do you want me to drive you there?" he asks and I shake my head.

"No, I can go myself. Thanks though."

"Cool. I'm gonna take off, I'm gonna go grab some stuff to eat."

"Aight, see you later," I say.

I grab my keys and go outside to my car, which I parked pretty badly. I used to be a decent driver, a year ago I was a decent driver, but somehow I got worse and now I'm definitely fulfilling the role of the terrible gay driver. 

I don't really want to go home. I really don't. I don't want to see my mom and just have to think about the shit she would say to me if she knew that I'm gay. She's really such a bitch and I can't hate her though because she kind of raised me alright. I am a great football player, I'm good at what I love doing. I don't know who else to credit my motivation to other than my mother, because she kept me working. 

I park in the driveway of my house, unlocking the door and letting myself in. My mom is sitting on the kitchen table, eating a meal by herself.

She looks up at me and smiles. "Derek! I'm glad to see you," she says, standing up and walking towards me, hugging me. I'm not used to this, this behavior is not normal for her. 

"Hey, mom," I say dryly. "I'm just here to pick up a couple things."

"Can I talk to you for a bit?"

"Sure," I mask my exasperation well, I don't want her to know how little I want to talk to her. 

"You have a couple teammates, I think you knew them in high school, that are homosexuals. Are you friends with these people?" she questions and I contain myself from crashing out right then and there.

"Yeah," I reply bluntly. No lies. 

"Why? They're just gonna try to impose their agendas onto you, and I don't want that for you. I want you to be a great football player, and God knows gay people aren't gifted in sports the way you are."