Spoilt Rotten

Chapter Six

The Bathroom Bigotry

It had been a month since I told myself I was gay. In that time I did get outed to my class too. Someone had got access to everyone's computer logins to spy on their stuff and they saw my google searches of countless questions revolving my sexuality and told everyone the next day. I didn't care until they started the typical procedure. I wasn't picked on an awful lot but when they did they weren't nice about it. There was the time in the shared bathroom one night. I walked in, ready to brush my teeth and wash my face before I went to bed. There were already a couple of boys washing the gel out of their hair or exfoliating, luckily they didn't acknowledge me. In the shared bathroom there was a couple of showers that we could use when we wanted to but I tended to get clean early in the morning or super late at night to prevent from anyone seeing my pathetic figure.

I listened to the sound of water being shut off and a curtain getting dragged across the rusty pole. I glanced at his face in the mirror. I sighed, quiet enough so they didn't notice. It was Greg Brown. He had had it out for me since I got exposed. He stood there and scoffed. "Well well, isn't it queen Nickers! Not coming to sneak a peak at my junk in the shower are you?" He remarked, his words like a scorpion sting. I ignored him. The other guys in the room had laughed and were beginning to join in, I suddenly felt uneasy. Greg shoved my shoulder, I spun round and crossed my arms. Many of them were still laughing and imitating me, I just stared at Greg, wishing I could punch his snarky gaze. He shushed his comrades and began, "Why did you come here? If you joined this school hoping you could catch yourself some bent prey just because it's an all guys school then you were wrong. You are the only one, therefore you are the odd one out. And you know the drill for the odd ones out, don't you?" I blinked. I did know the drill and you probably do too. I stood as they continued to harass me, I didn't react. I didn't care. 

It had been fifteen minutes and they still weren't bored of me, despite my endeavours to look uninterested. I don't like to admit that it was starting to effect me. After getting prodded in the ribs by a finger, someone walked through the door. A few of the idiots, including Greg, turned to inspect who had interrupted their secret bully session. "Alex, we found this while we were here. The queer was probably wanting to look at our junk." laughed Greg. Alex didn't laugh. I had suddenly been angered due to the fact that he called me a 'thing'. They were still cackling when Alex cleared his throat, "You've all had your fun, isn't it time we let him go to bed?" I looked at him, shocked. They reacted the same as I did however they weren't as silent about it. They had asked him why and he responded that if I'm tired, I can't give them what they want. All of them, even Greg, thought his point was valid and left me alone in the drafty bathroom. I made a sound that was very nonhuman. Almost a whimper by a lost puppy.  It was the starting whimper of a cry. I'm unsure why I cried. I shrank down against the wall and put my head in my legs to muffle the noise in case they all came back. I heard a door open and feet enter the room. Forcing myself to stop crying was tough but I couldn't cry in front of anybody. A hand touched my shoulder and gently shook. I looked up and saw Alex's face staring down at me, not with mockery but with concern. "Are you okay? I noticed you weren't in your room. I'm sorry about them, that's the reason I'm not Greg's friend. He thinks I am but he'll believe anything." I think he expected a laugh from me but I just looked at him, my eyes watery and confused. "Why are you here?" I muttered. He exhaled and said, "Because you're alone. And I needed to tell you that we have to be in bed by 11:45. That teacher with the abnormally misshaped boobs comes and checks." That made me laugh. He smiled and laughed with me before offering a hand. I hesitated thanks to my expected awkwardness but grabbed it and was pulled to my feet. Soft.

We walked back to our rooms in silence. I don't know what he was thinking but all I could think about was that he held my hand. For two seconds. But still held it. We got to our adjacent bedrooms and unlocked our doors. I was about to go straight in but he tapped my arm before I had the chance. "Are you sure you're okay?" He questioned, eyebrows raised. I nodded. He mirrored my response and went inside. I had missed something and I had to say it before he closed his door. I stepped in front of it and voiced, "Thank you." Alex looked surprised but replied, "No problem." He smiled at me and closed his door. I stood outside his room for a couple of seconds more to process the situation. I beamed and went into my own room and went to sleep.