Does the jock want the cock? (boyxboy)

Chapter 8

   I could see Joseph across the cafeteria, but he didnt know I could. We were all in the same lunch for a pep rally, but instead of cheerleaders, I just saw Joseph. He was talking to his friends, laughing and smiling, before he started to sing along goofily to the national anthem. They all deeply admired him. I deeply admired him. He is amazing.

   I wish I could be one of his friends. I wish I could walk next to him in the hallways, and laugh with him in class. I'm excited though because we have a sleepover on Friday, but that is in four days.

   He looks over at me during the golden girls (the cheerleaders that are in dance and twerk on the mats and do a bunch of club dances) and smiles. He mouths "hey" and I just slowly wave and giggle. I feel like a young girl around him. He's perfect.

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Joseph's POV

   "What the fuck is wrong with that Trevor kid?" Nathan said, sitting next to me looking like a complete fucking asshole.

   "I don't fucking know," I replied nervously.

  

   "He is such a fag" and "what a queer" echoed though the group and I wanted to cry for him.

  

   Nathan stands up and grabs his nachos and throws them at Trevor, hitting him hard in the chest, when he falls back and hits the backside of the bleachers. Please stop.

   "QUEER," he yells across the cafeteria. Everyone looks at us, then at Trevor. A lot of people laughed, but Trevor's pretty known, so most people just look pretty annoyed at how much a fascist he was acting.

   "Trevor," I whispered.

   I can't get up and follow him, people will think I care about. I do though. I love him.

   I wiped the corners of my eyes with my jacket sleeve quickly, and just continued eating in silence.

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Trevor's POV

   I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I have missed more than half of 4th period just standing there, cleaning myself up, crying, it doesn't really matter. The tears were making the  lights kinda glow.

   Who does that? Nathan hates me. He hates me. Who hates people just because they want to kiss the same sex. I've never done anything to him. And Joseph? Letting him throw that at me?

   Tears are dreaming down my face by now. All I can think of is Joseph. How even though I've dated him for almost 2 weeks, I've love him for three years. Having him text me, hurting me, that was different. He publicly humiliated me. He didnt laugh, but he just stared, while I crumbled to pieces. He just stared, while the shreds of hope I had for, I don't know, a better life? Stared while my hopes were ripped out from under me, and shoved down my throat until I couldn't breathe. At least once a month i'm tortured, and almost every time it's someone I've never met. Why? I cried till I couldn't. I opened my bag and found the small container of pills from a car accident I was in months ago at the bottom of my bag. I guess I'm not "better now."

   "Bye hannah, ily"

   I turned my phone onto my sad playlist, and fell asleep inside the stall. "In the land of Gods and monsters, I was angel, looking to get fucked hard," echoed in the background. "Please God," don't let me wake up.