Biggest Homophobic Bully (boyxboy)

Prologue:

My heart hammers in my chest as I lean forward and kiss him; he happily kisses me back. 

Then it happens...

There's flashes; one after another. I turn my head, shocked. 

Connor Hughes. 

Connor Hughes is taking pictures of me kissing another boy, and he's smirking. 

"I'm sure everyone would love to know we have yet another fag at this school," he seethes, grinning evilly; baring his teeth like a feral dog. A similar, vicious look in his eyes; filled with hate.

Without saying anything more, he turns and walks away; grinning at his phone.
Leaving me standing in the school hallway; shocked and knowing that something really, really bad just happened.
I mean, Connor's, like, the biggest homophobic in the school, and his friends are all homophobic, too. 

I look back to find the boy I was just kissing, but he's not there anymore. 

{later... lunchtime}

I nervously glance around the cafeteria, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt; foot tapping anxiously on the floor. I spot Connor and his friends giving me looks of utter disgust.

I'm not surprised that he showed them the pictures; I mean, that's exactly what you'd expect from someone like him.

Despite the fact I expected it, my heart speeds up and starts drumming against my rib-cage; dread. 

I trudge over to Carrie and Holly.
"Hey, bub," Carrie says sweetly. "Are you okay?" Her eyes move to observe my hand, still fidgeting with my shirt; a hint of concern on her features as her eyebrows start to furrow.

"No," I admit. I pointedly stop fidgeting and shove my hands in my pockets.
They look at me, both curious and concerned; silently asking for me to elaborate.
"Connor caught me kissing Finn and took pictures, athen Finn just ran off."

Their eyes go wide; they also know how bad Connor is and how terrible this situation is.
"It's okay," Holly attempts to reassure me; the worry evident in her expression. She then looks at Carrie, whose face holds the same level of concern.
After a moment of silence; "I can't believe there's a time when we actually liked Connor." Holly rolls her eyes as she says it. Carrie hums in agreement, but her thoughts are elsewhere; as evident from the still-troubled look on her face.

My eyes start to sting with unshed tears; I gather all my will to stop a single one from falling. The twins wrap their arms around me, hugging me as tightly as they can; making me feel loved, protected and safe. 

"Thanks, guys," I hum, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips now; enjoying every second of their warm embraces - the safety they provided, and the comfort they always offer me.

"No problem," Carrie chirps, but then pulls away, leaving me feeling cold and a tinge lonely. "But, seriously, if you want us to beat him up..." she declares sternly.

I laugh despite myself. She's just saying that to cheer me up, and I appreciate her effort. A lot. But she would never. 

"Wanna grab something to eat?" Holly enquires curiously, peeking at the both of us. I nod, linking our arms — with me in the middle, we strut out of the cafeteria. 

"Ignore him," Holly huffs. "After boys hit puberty, they become gentlemen. We'll just have to wait it out."

We all start laughing out loud.
"I wonder... when will he hit puberty? He's already, what, eighteen?" Carrie comments sarcastically. 

I guess some people are late bloomers...