Gross (Prestyn x Jordan)

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Male x male
Tw: really bad homophobia, really dark stuff
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It wasn't uncommon for Prestyn and Jordan to be gone from class at the same time, but it also wasn't something people noticed. It didn't matter the class, if they could get out at the same time they did. The first time it was ever brought to fruition, was math.

Poor Mrs. Hamling just wanted to get the damn notes done, but the two boys were gone. She didn't even notice until Andy pointed it out. As he did, they both walked back into the classroom.

Now as much as I'd never want to hand it to them, they did a decent job at covering up their tracks. And when i say that, I mean they did a great job at it. Not only were the times they left almost completely unnoticed, but when they were asked about it, they always threw it onto something else.

As they walked back into the room, the jokes started to roll in.
"What were you two doing in there, huh?"
"Were you making out?"
"Keep it for the bedroom."

Prestyn got flustered as he sat down, denying the allegations as much as he could. While Jordan on the other hand, ignored everybody entirely. Neither of the boys were out yet, so they didn't admit anything was going on between them. They didn't know how people would receive them, people jokes about being gay in a derogatory way. If people called each other gay when they do something weird or disgusting, and use faggot to describe people they hate with a burning passion, the pair could only imagine what others would actually say about them.

Yet it was obvious Jordan didn't't give a shit about it anymore and just wanted to yell at them to shut the fuck up. He was tired of his sexuality being used as an insult, because it hurts when people degrade you for something you can't control. Whether they realize how much they are hurting you or not. Whether they know if what they're saying applies to you or not. It fucking hurts knowing that's what people think, and it hurt Prestyn so much more than Jordan.

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At home, all prestyn could think about was the stupid jokes, the jokes that hurt his feelings so bad. The ones that were clearly just meant to be but because no body knew the truth they came out so hurtful. The jokes implied that they were doing something gay and that was gross... gross. He was gross. Disgusting, one could argue.

Prestyn was one, disgusting, gross, person.
Period
On if's, and's or but's.
He. Was. Gross.

And that was all that circulated his mind as he walked into his parent's room and knelt down. He opened the safe and grabbed the gun, hiding it as he walked back to his room. Not that it would've mattered, no one was home, no one home to care... about him.

The thought of a note crossed his mind as he sat on the bed, turning the gun over in his hand. The thought of putting his last thoughts on a paper for everybody to see.

Yeah. A note would be a good idea.

He stood up and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. He wasn't worried about messing it up, after all, he only needed to write one sentace. It wasn't an apology, nothing could be done to fix him anyway. If only he knew he didn't need to be fixed, there was nothing wrong with him. If only he knew he wasn't gross.

So, as he sat the pencil down and pressed the gun to his temple, he looked at the singular sentence aloud, he pulled the trigger.

It wasn't an apology, it was a fact... a truth... his truth..
The wrong truth

"I am gross."
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Sorry it's short
Sorry it's late
Sorry it's dark
Thank you for your time

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