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Please save me

"You're a fucking faggot! So fucking disgusting," Jake, the school bully, sneered at Mitch. He shoved him against the lockers, laughing when Mitch's head hit the lockers forcefully. Mitch whimpered under his breath when he felt Jake's body press against him in an abusive way.

"I bet you like that, don't you fag? Little cock sucking slut. Hey if you're lucky you might find another whore like you on the street!" Jake said, shoving his knee up and slamming it into Mitch's groin. Mitch screamed and fell down to the ground, clutching his crotch as if trying to relieve some of the pain. He knew a figure was above him. he braced himself, awaiting the next form of harassment he was about to receive.

"Get the fuck off of him!" He heard. His breath hitched- was someone actually trying to save him?

"What the fuck do you want, nerd? This is between us, and the faggot!" Jake said. Mitch couldn't see what was going on, but he could definitely hear it.

"Stop hurting him!" The other male said, and Mitch could hear a slight hint of fear in his voice behind the mask of braveness. He heard a few snickers.

"C'mon dudes, let's get out of here before Scotty calls the police on us for hurting his little boyfriend," Jake said mockingly to his friends, erupting some laughter.  They began walking away, and Jake turned back to Scott.

"Watch out for him, he's a slut," Jake said, walking away before Scott could respond. Scott snorted and turned back to Mitch. 

"Did they hurt you?" Scott asked. He immediately regretted it as Mitch turned his head to glare at him. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid question. Do you want me to drop you off at your house?"

Mitch thought about it for a few seconds before responding. More of a gesture than a response, because he nodded instead of saying anything. The throbbing pain in his head and groin was subsiding, but only slightly. It still hurt like hell.

They walked to Scott's car, which was very close to them considering Jake and his friends had decided to beat Mitch up right in the student parking lot. "I'm Scott," Scott piped up trying to break the silence. Mitch nodded.

"You're Mitch right?" Scott asked, still trying to get a response out of him. Mitch nodded again, a response was still awaited. Scott sighed and graciously opened the door for Mitch. Mitch silently entered the car, rubbing his head in an effort to make the pain subside.

"Why won't you talk to me?" Scott asked quietly when he entered the car, sitting in the driver's seat. Mitch shrugged and looked out the window.

I can't talk to him. Once he hears my voice, he'll make the same assumptions as everyone else has about my sexuality. They're right, but still, Mitch thought. He glanced at Scott cautiously, but he seemed absorbed in his own thoughts as he drove the car.

"You're going to have to tell me where you live," Scott said, and Mitch could've sworn he heard a hint of smugness in his voice.

"I live on Glander Street," Mitch said, desperately trying to make his voice sound different. He wondered if it was possible to get a prescription of testosterone. Maybe that would solve it. Scott jumped when Mitch spoke, and his eyes glazed over. He looked kind of awed, but it was probably Mitch's imagination running wild.

Scott nodded. "You're a junior, right?" He asked Mitch. I need to hear him speak again.. that voice. It's like the music of angels, He thought.

"Yes. You're one too, right?" Mitch said reluctantly. He'd promised himself that he wasn't going to talk, yet here he was, making conversation with a beautiful blonde boy.

"You're correct," Scott said. He was glad that he had gotten Mitch to be a little bit comfortable enough around him to talk to him, even if it was only a little bit. He hoped that they could be friends, if not something more.when they arrived at Mitch's street, Scott decided to speak up.