Chapter 12: Losses

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IAN'S P.O.V.

Should I tell him the truth? Or... "Well, I mean its really your call..." Anthony stands there, looking at the ground for a moment. "What do you think of her?" He asks me, hesitantly. "To be honest, I don't think she deserves you," I reply, blushing lightly. "What do you mean?" Anthony asks. "What I mean is..." I take a deep breath "She's being a bitch to an indcredible person even though you did absolutely nothing wrong. Just because you don't want to make out with her doesn't mean she should yell at you. Therefore, she doesn't deserve an amazing, nice, great, smart guy like you," I say quickly. Oh god...you probably just ruined your friendship Ian...

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

Wow just...wow. I didn't expect that. "I-I'm sorry I-I didn't m-mean to make things a-awkward," Ian stutters, playing with his thumbs. That's what he always did when he was nervous. It's cute. I hug him and Ian hesitantly hugs back. "Thank you," I replied. Yup. I definetly need to break up with her.

ONE DAY LATER

Apparently, my friends have a surprise for me after lunch. I'm somewhat excited and scared. I sit down at the table and they are all laughing silently to themselve. "What is it?" I ask. "You're gonna love the surprise," Lucas tells me with a smirk on his face. After lunch they all lead me down the hall. My eyes widen. It's Ian's locker but...completely different. There is a bunch of sticky notes, papers and terrible pictures on it. All about him being gay. They were completely awful. Every single one was different 'Gays fuck animals', 'Faggots burn in hell' they read. Ian walked down the hall with his head down and then got to his locker. Tears filled his eyes. My 'friends' had crossed the line. A crowd had gathered and everyone was laughing. Except for me. I stood there. Completely shocked. "Everyone. Shut. The. Hell. Up," I mumbled. Lucas's expression changed from content to surprised. "What was that?" He asked me. "I said...everyone...SHUT THE HELL UP," I yelled at them, anger rushing through me.  Ian looked at me with shock. I knew exactly what I had to do. Suddenly and quickly, I grabbed the collar of Ian's shirt and slammed his lips against mine while everyone was completely silent. Ian's eyes widened and I stopped. "See? That didn't matter. It didn't make any effect on your life. It didn't cause world hunger. It didn't give any one cancer or the plauge.  So, why is it considered 'bad' to be gay?" I tell them all, proudly. The tears that were running down Ian's face were stopping slowly. "But we all know that fags-" Noah started to say, but I cut him off by punching him in the face, sending him backwards. Everyone was completely silent. They only thing you could hear was Noah groaning in pain. "I think I've made my point," I said, people starting to go off to their class. Ian is standing there in awe, yet still crying. "Are you okay?" I ask, sympathetically. "Yeah," He was smiling. That's when I realized, those were tears of joy. "I'm sorry about kissing you back there...I just had to make my point."

IAN'S P.O.V.

"It's alright, I understand-" "Kissing?!?!" A farmiliar voice, rings. Kalel. Kalel storms over to Anthony. "The ONLY person you should be kissing is me!" She yells and then she did the unexpected. Kalel slapped Anthony right across the face. Hard. That's when I lost it. "You do realize he wouldn't have if you weren't acting like a bitch," I told her. "Excuse me?!?" "I think you heard correctly," I reply. A mark was forming on Anthony's cheek. "BUT YOU SHOULD BE KISSING ME! Or I'll do this," She leaned in to kiss me, to try and make Anthony jealous but I put my hand in front of her lips. "The only thing you'll be kissing, is my ass," I told her. Kalel stood there frozen and then stormed off. "We're through," Anthony called out to her, and I smiled to myself. "You didn't have to do that for me," I told him, changing the subject to what had happened earlier. He had lost his friends, his girlfriend and Anthony knew what I meant by that. To quote me from when we were in the janitor's closet, Anthony smiled and said "I've had much worse."

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