Before I knew it he shoved me against the lockers.
"You're just a fag," he growls at me.
Sure, I antagonize him a lot, but it's because he fucking deserves it.
"And you're just a fag in denial," I spit out, as he holds me by my throat.
He forces his hand around my throat more, making it difficult to breathe.
He pulls his hand up slightly, forcing down right on my voice box.
I cough slightly, and he smirks.
"You're... such an... Asshole," I wheeze out coughing again.
"You're a fucking queer," he says leaning closer to me, "aren't you?"
I lean closer to him, "You fucking know it."
Then I close the space between us to which he instantly freezes up.
His hand drops and he pulls away from me, his hand going to cover his mouth.
"What the fuck?" He says.
I smirk at him, "No, it's not bad if you're turned on, right now, to answer your question."
He looks slightly confused, "What?" Then his face gets slightly red.
I start laughing, "You're such a fag."
