Shoey Oneshots

Locker Love

Joey's P.O.V

"Hah, fucking fag !" A boy named Greg yelled behind me , as I hung my head and did my best to scurry to the locker rooms for gym.

God, I hated sharing classes with the group of all-around athletes . Worse, homophobic athletes.

They trailed behind me, taunting and hooting out offensive names about my sexuality. The loudest coming from the "leader", Shane. And out of all people, I actually liked him. Pitiful, embarrising , I know. But he has a surprisingly difficult history.

One day, I headed to the guidance office after one of his pals had almost beat me up for being gay, and while I was waiting in the small room, I heard Shane crying.

The Shane. Handsome, athletic , all the more reason I was surprised.

"My dad won-won't stop. " He choked between sobs.

"He's drinking more. " I know I shouldn't have, but I peeked through the door in which he confessed his secret to our soothing counselor. But he saw me. It was less than a moment glance, but the lost look in his eyes turned to hate as he spotted me. And I did the only thing I could do. I ran.

So four months later, he still hasn't forgotten. And I put up with the harrassment knowing he has it rough already. I just want him to have closure, love.

"Hurry up ! " Shane hollered behind me the rest of the guys yelling too. They shoved me out the way.

"Slow faggot. " Shane snarled, looking back at me. Is it a curse that I want those eyes staring into mine lovingly ?

Finally reaching the locker room, I chose the empty row and began changing into my loose gym clothes.

"Aw shit ! " I heard Shane curse, and I couldn't help but freeze, curious.

"Aw dude, that looks bad . You sure you're gonna be able to play on the team today ? I don't want the fag on my side ! " One of his friends announced , and I huffed in anger.

"Yeah, you guys just go ahead. I'm just gonna run it under some water. "

After I heard Shane's crew rush out and into the gym, I peeked into the bathroom to see what had happen.

I gasped at the terrible cut on his arm.

He swung his head around and glared at me.

"What are you looking at ?"

"Shane I-uh, I have something for your cut if you-"

"No thanks. I don't want to catch your faginess. "

I almost laughed at how ridulous that was.

"So you would rather let your team down ?"

I knew I had him there.

He sighed and looked around, making sure the room was empty before slightly nodding his head.

I grabbed his hand, and dragged him to the locker where I kept my bandages.

"Why do you have all that ?" He asked , a look of amusement on his face.

"You guys beat me up alot." I said, deciding to leave it at that . Plus it was fun to watch him squirm uncomfortably. The guy he harrassed, helping him ?

I silently took out my supplies and examined his bad cut.

"This looks like...a deliberate cut. Did someone do this to you ? "

He looked up at me, silently grim.

"Oh my God do you...cut yourself ?"

"No ! For fucks sake Graceffa, I thought you of all people would know ! It was my dad !"