The Neighbors

Chapter 53

** Harrys POV **

I don't actually own too much pink, but I know Logan has plenty. I find pink skinny jeans and a pink polo. I put them both on and put a pair of my own pink boxers over the skinny jeans.

I've got so much spirit! yay!

"Are you riding with us?" Noah asks me as brush my teeth in the mirror.

"Mhm, but we will pick up Louis," I say with the toothbrush in my mouth.

"Alright, I'm going to go get Shea," he says and tucks the front of his pink t shirt into his black skinny jeans.

"Mmk," I say.

When we're all finished getting ready we head to the car. Logan has on a pink t shirt with a pink fedora and pink shorts, Shea has on a grey t shirt with pink skinny jeans, and I of course have the most spirit in the car.

Louis kisses me as he slides in the back seat next to Logan and I and tells me he loves me.

"I love you too, but where's your pink?" I ask. He doesn't have any pink on him.

"Shit, I forgot," he says and ruffles his fringe around.

"You want my fedora?" Logan offers.

"No, I'm not the fedora type," Louis rolls his eyes and I force a kiss to his cheek. He's so cute.

When we make it to school I use the restroom immediately. Louis offers to come with me but his class is on the other side of school and I'd hate for him to be late.

I stand in front of the urinal taking care of my business when somebody says, "hey princess, feel real comfortable in pink?" I turn around to see that same camo-clad dirtbag being rude. He's the first one that called me a fag on Monday.

I roll my eyes and turn back around to finish up. I tuck myself away and as soon as I zip up my pants two hands push me, hard. I stumble a little and catch myself on the sink.

"Excuse me," I say and try to walk passed him.

"Look, fag, you're gonna go to hell anyways so why don't I just make your time on earth useful and prepare you for when you meet the devil," he says and shoves me again. His sentence sounds stupidly disorganized.

"I've got to go to class," I say and my voice trembles slightly.

"Is the fag scared?" he asks.

"You can't hit a fag Hunter, it's just like hittin' a girl," some other boy in camo walks in next to the bully, whom I'm assuming to be named Hunter.

"I'm more man than you'll ever be," I shout at both of them. It sickens me that they believe these things because of my sexuality.

"See Jack, he's a man so he can take the hit," Hunter says and hits me square in the jaw with a smirk on his face. I stumble back into the sink again and look up at this menace.

"I-I have finals to get to," I say and try to get to class.

"Let the poor fag go," the Jack says. His words are offensive, but much nicer than those of Hunter.

"Not until he learns his lesson," he says and punches my mouth. His reasons for this attack don't all go together. I'm sure he just wants to attack me for being gay, not entirely for religious purposes.

I feel blood already dripping from my lip, "there ya go, now ya can't be kissin any boys," he says and spits at my feet.

"Let's go, Hunter," the Jack sounds somewhat irritated and pulls Hunter away.