Am I......?(BxB)

Chapter 8

Knowing Coach's and Mr. Creswell's secret is actually pretty cool. It makes me feel like there's some special connection between me and Leo, and them. And every time I pass one of them in the hallway or walk into their class, I'm given a small smile that only I notice. But Leo and I are not going to be given any special treatment. We found that out when we got a C on a Biology lab...

It's the middle of the week and as I'm walking to my next class, someone calls me from behind. "Josh! Wait up!"

I look back and see my motorcycle driving, earring wearing, sexy stud of a boyfriend, quickly walking toward me with a smile on his face. I can't help but smile back. "Hey Leo," I say when he catches up with me.

Even though I want to kiss him so badly, he and I are still mostly in the closet. "What's up?" he asks me.

"Not much. Just heading to Coach's class."

"By the way, the quiz we have in there is kick ass. I'm pretty sure I did well, but it was still incredibly hard."

I groan to myself. "Thanks for the heads up. Now I know when I fail, other people will fail with me."

"C'mon Josh. History is your best subject. You'll do great."

I smile at him. "Thanks for that Leo."

He and I keep conversing as we walk down the hall. But as we turn the corner, I see and a sight I know too well: Brian Mosley being ganged up on by some of the basketball team. Brian Mosley is a senior like me and Leo and is Franklin High School's only openly gay student. He's a good-looking guy, with his dirty blonde hair, thick hipster glasses, and nice smile, but my heart belongs to Leo. Nobody really bugs him about his sexuality and he is very well liked.

But some of the basketball team is made up of a few homophobes. The basketball coach doesn't approve of his players doing stuff like that, but he often doesn't see it happen. You would think that the football team would be the one's with the homophobes, right? Wrong.

Remember Coach Coddler? He's has no respect for people that use 'gay' and 'faggot' as insults. If you even say the word in a way that isn't politically correct and insults others, you run three miles. If you mean 'gay' to be stupid? Three and a half miles. Faggot as a derogatory term? Four miles and a ten-page history paper on the history of homosexuality. As a result, the football team is incredibly accepting of others and doesn't have a single bully on the team (woohoo! Stereotype broken!).

Back to Brian and the basketball players. Brian, despite his smaller five foot eight size, never backs down when he's confronted like this. Leo and I walk a bit closer and join the group of students that have stopped to watch what's going down. "What? You got nothing to say to me, faggot?" says one of the players (I can't tell who. I'm not at the best angle).

"Oh, I have a lot to say," says Brian. "I'm just afraid your tiny brains won't be able to understand what comes out of my mouth."

This prompts a few laughs from the spectators, including Leo and me. The basketball players look pretty pissed off. "You're going to regret saying that, you little cocksucker," says another player, who I know is Danny Walters.

Danny's a dick. He's a complete jackass and often likes it when he sees other people in pain and misery. Not to mention, he's the biggest homophobe you'll ever meet. I, like many other students, hate him.

I suddenly see Danny bring a fist behind his head, ready to strike. I move faster than I even knew was possible and grab Danny's wrist. I twist his arm around and put him into a police hold, causing him to let out a pained scream. "Rusden! Let me go!"