Taste the Rainbow

Chapter One

Carson's POV

"F@g alert, 12 o'clock," Luca sniggered, turning around. "Hey d!psh!t, the girl's locker room is that way.

Josh started choking on his milk with laughter, and George had to slap him on the back. The little queer started blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. 

"What, forgot that real men don't cry? Oh wait, not like you're a real man," I called out. Luca high-fived me. 

"Good one, Carson."

The boy turned tail and ran, finally crying as someone thrust out a leg to trip him, which spilt his lunch tray all over him. Serves him right. 

"Hey, pick on someone your own size. Oh right, there's no one here with a package that small." 

Carson blinked as the kid materialized in front of him, stupidly staring down the entire football team. Not just any stupid kid, but another fuc%!ng queer. The kid had on a denim jacket decorated in glittery silvery swirls and studs, tight electric blue jeans and rainbow converse. His hair was short on the sides and long at the top, gelled superman style. His nails were painted, and he even had on silver eye shadow, black mascara and eye liner, and shimmery lip gloss. Now don't judge me for knowing what that crap is, I have a sister.

"Are you talking back to me f@g," I hissed. 

He rolled his eyes. "Are you always this stupid are are you making a special effort today. Besides, don't let your mind wander, it's far to small to be let out on its own. Just like your equipment."

Choruses of "oohs" and "burn" rang out across the cafeteria. I stood up, balling my fists, the rest of the football team following me.

The little fairy didn't seem to be too fazed. "I mean I would have liked to insult you, but you'd never understand it anyway. I applaud that you don't let your education get in the way of your ignorance. I mean, if you were twice as smart as were now, you'd be freaking stupid." 

"You little-"

"I know you'd never live down to your reputation, but I see you're doing your best. You've got a bit of an inferiority complex, but I mean, its completely justified."

I wasn't the first to lunge. In fact, it was Lorenzo, who had the temper of a raging bull. Fists flying, Lorenzo hurtled at the boy, who side stepped. Lorenzo went crashing into the drama geek table, spilling chicken noodle soup on the star of last year's school play. 

The fairy curled his fingers in a come at me gesture, and the entire football team went for the kill. Unfortunately, the fairy had a few tricks up his queer sleeve. 

The boy was a whirl of fists and feet, punching and kicking the crap out of the football team. I tried to clock him and ended up doubled over, an elbow to my stomach. Luca went flying over the cheerleader's table. 

Stumbling to my feet, I tried to let anotherhit fly. Smirking, the boy grabbed my wrist in midair and twisted, earning a very girly yelp (don't judge me, that f*c%ing hurt) from me. Swinging his leg out, he swept me off my feet. 

I crashed into the group, groaning as my side hit the edge of the lunch seats. George landed beside me, clutching his side very painfully. 

"See ya suckers! Milo out." The f&g, no Milo, sauntered away leaving an entire football team on the lunchroom floor with their &s$es handed to them. 

"What is the meaning of this?" I heard Principle Issing say. I groaned. Principle Issing hated the football team after last year's end of the year prank. We'd filled his Ford Focus with a bubbles, t-p'd the cafeteria, covered the halls in chocolate, released pigs 1,2, and4, and superglued all of his office furniture to the ceiling. 

"That f@gg*t just attacked us." Principle Issing gave us all hard glares. Which was surprising, because if there was anything the principle hated more than us, it was the queers.

"As if a fairy could do this much damage. All of you airheads have detention for the next week."

This time, the football team groaned in unison. Could this day get any worse?

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Milo's POV

My grip on the edge of the sink tightened. Breathing in deeply, I relaxed the tension in my body. I couldn't believe those homophobes.

Opening up my bookbag, I reapplied my my mascara, which was a little bit smudged. Just then I heard a flush and the stall was flung open. I winced at the loud banging noise and finished reapplying the mascara. 

"The girl's bathroom is across the hall."

"I know that d!psh!t. I'm busy now, can I ignore you some other time?"

"If you're a guy then why the F#ck are you wearing make up? You want to be a girl or something?"

I rolled my eyes. "Please keep talking. I always yawn when I'm listening. "

The guy slammed me into the sink. "I'm f*c%ing talking to you! Answer me."

"Why are you wearing  a pair of Levi's?" I retorted. 

His eyes crossed from confusion. "Lost in thought I see? Let me guess, it's an unfamilar territory." He growled.

"I'm wearing a pair of fu*k!ng Levi's because I think they fu*k!ng look good."

"Well then there's your answer."

"You think that make-up looks good. Are you fu#k!ng blind?"

"Are you an &$$h@t? Now if you excuse me, I have to get to class?"

I pushed past him, high-tailing it to 5th period. First day at this he!!hole of a school and I've already been late to three of my classes. 

"Mr. Ramirez, care to explain your tardiness," the teacher, Mrs. Ragos, said.

I plopped down in the only empty seat, which just so happens to be next to one of the homophobic football players. 

"Had to fix my make-up." Half the class burst into laughter, the other half glowering at him. 

"Mr. Ramirez, do you take me for a fool?" Mrs. Ragos asked. Now she was really getting on my nerves. Last time I checked, my make-up was pretty freaking visible. Unless the old bat was mostly blind. 

"Of course not. I would never take you for a fool, but what's my opinion compared to thousands of others.

"Mr. Ramirez!" she admonished. 

"Pardon me, but you're obviously mistaking me for someone who gives a d&mn."

"That's it. Detention for the next week."

I rolled my eyes and opened up my freaking textbook. Of course, something just had to come and knock me in the head. From behind me I heard sniggers. More homophobic football players. Did they want me to hand them their a$$es again?

"Did that hurt, fairy?" the a$$hat beside me asked.

"Be quiet Carson," the teacher reproached.

"Yes, ma'am."

Carson turned back to continue giving me the death glare. Innocently, I dropped my pencil. Leaning forward to grab it, I whispered low enough for only him to hear. 

"The only thing that's going to hurt is you if you don't knock it off." 

His eyes widened. I smirked. Maybe this place wasn't such a he!!hole after all.