transit (boyxboy)

nineteen

When mom and I arrived at Vic's house, I was still thinking about what she told me. I would never even think to hurt Vic so that was a no-brainer, but how would I hurt myself?

We got inside and I became quiet. I was just thinking. It wouldn't leave my mind, even when I watched Vic smile and come closer to me to give me a hug. I hugged him back but my mind was still processing possibilities. Maybe I did like him. He was on my mind enough and we hung out all the time. But, if I liked him, that means we'd date, right? And that couldn't happen because I was a nobody. I dropped out of school, I work for his dad. I help my mom and I eat. He's the opposite. Why would he want to date me?

I looked at him and he smiled a small smile towards me. I just looked down at my plate. Oh yeah, dinner. So much time had passed, I just realized we were getting food soon.

"Vic, how's school?" My mom asked. I just watched the conversation going on. I had no interest in joining. Vic answered quickly and then both of our parents got to talking again. Still, I sat there with thoughts littered in my mind. I was close to figuring this thing out, I could feel it. But I felt something else, too. The bad feeling was still there from earlier. It ate at me.

"K, are you alright? What's the matter?" He grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes. I looked away. I didn't want him to see my cold eyes right now. They held nothing but focus and worry. I didn't need him to see that.

"I'm fine don't worry please," I whispered and he nodded. He directed his attention towards the food that was being brought out by Mark. We ate in good fun and I pushed aside my thoughts for the time being. It was a lot easier to enjoy the meal and the company with a free mind than with a full one.

When dinner got done, mom and I were headed for the door when someone called from outside.

"Oh, tranny-tran! Get Kellin out here! We want to treat him to dinner tonight!" That was Justin's voice. I looked out the window and groaned. He and his friends were all there and blocking our car.

"Kellin, who is that?" My mom asked as she looked back at me. Vic stood there with confusion and fear in his eyes while his dad stood behind us all with his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

"Who just called my son a tranny?" He asked in a stern tone.

"Dad, don't do anything; it's fine." I looked at Vic. That wasn't fine and he knew it. He just didn't want to get his dad involved which I agreed with.

"It's not, Vic. But, Mr. Fuentes, don't worry. I can handle it. You guys just stay in here, please." I sighed. I stepped out with my arms to my sides but a calm manner. I was mad they called Vic that again but I couldn't react how I normally would. Saying that just wasn't right at all. He was different, sure, but nothing to be made fun of.

"I told you to never call him that again. Get out of here; all of you, now."

"No, no, no. Not yet. Not until you pay for what you did in the parking lot." Justin said. He and his friends walked closer and closer to me, getting in my face and pushing me back. I shrugged it off and kept my cool. I had to. I didn't want to fight them with my mom and everyone watching.

"Come on, Justin. You and all of your friends need to leave now. Beat it." Again, he was in my face but I toppled over him.

"Why are you protecting that dyke? It's in your interest to join us." Justin said in a small voice. His friends snickered at him and my fist bawled up but I stopped before I raised it. He just didn't understand, like I didn't.

"What do you know about Vic, huh? Nothing. He's not a fucking dyke or a tranny so don't call him that. If you took the time to learn about who he is you wouldn't say these things." I spat.

"You sound real fag-like, Bostwick. Like hell, I'll learn about that thing." He laughed in my face.

"He's not a thing, he's a guy. He's a transguy and he's as much as a guy as we are so knock it off." I was fired up now. I was done. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? How many hints does it take for him to finally take one?

"Unless he drops his pants and shows me his dick then he's a fucking drag."

"Get it through your thick skull, Justin: you're an idiot. Vic is a man. He's a man and he's someone who will be considered as such. What's in his pants doesn't fucking matter. You have one last chance to get out of here." I warned. I could practically feel the steam coming from out my ears.

"Fucking fag." He spits in my face and that was it. I punched him right in the mouth afterward and he stumbled back. His friends immediately charged me. I ducked when one swung and quickly landed one in his stomach before kneeing him in the head and pushing him aside to make room for the second one coming.

This guy came in full force and he was a really big dude. He punched me in the ribs but I kneed him in the cojones and pushed him to the floor. I punched him square in the jaw, making him pass out. My hand was bleeding and trembling but I couldn't feel any of it. I was still so angry.

I tried to stand up, and look at Justin but I was ambushed and knocked down to the ground before I could. Over and over, he punched me in the back and I groaned at each blow. It wasn't long until he turned me over and kicked me in the stomach four times before someone came running outside.

"Vic, stop!" I heard my mom strain but Vic was already outside. He had tears in his eyes as he looked at me lying there with blood hanging from my lip. I felt like an idiot. I didn't want him to see me like this. How pathetic.

"Knock it off! Why are you doing this?!" He yelled. I coughed and tried to stand up but Justin pushed me down one final time.

"Why am I doing this? Because you're a fucking queer, that's why! And you've got his head fucked up! He should be with us! With me! But, instead, you filled his mind with your fucking-"

"You don't know jackshit about me, Justin. Leave him alone. If you want to beat me up, fine, but don't touch him ever again." Justin walked closer towards Vic with hate in his eyes. He gave him such a cynical look and I hastily got up. He looked like he was going to hurt him bad and Vic knew it but he still stood there, strong and confident. And I realized something then.

"Beating you up," he laughed. "Would be like murder,"

"Justin," I coughed, wiping the blood off my of mouth and bawling my fist. When he looked I punched him in the face once with my right and once with my left. He fell back and laid there unconsciously. "I love him, never come back here again."

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IM SORRY!!! Literally, I've been so busy you have no idea. I made it to the next stage of science fair so I've been doing that and I have school and everything else. Smh, sorry guys.