The Prettiest Boy

Part 6

(WARNING: BEEP BEEP I've got another warning. This time, we've got some really offensive language right off the bat. In NO WAY is it meant towards anyone in real life, as it is just for plot and action purposes)

When Tory and Victor arrived at the school, they were subjected to burning stares. Nearly everyone was wondering why Victor had kept close behind Tory. Rumor had it that Tory was a lesbian, and most people believed it after Tory told some people she would marry Oprah Winfrey if she had the chance- but now she had Victor at her heels, and most of the teens could tell something was going on.

"Everyone is staring at us." whispered Victor, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Yeah, no shit. It's probably because I would be the last person you'd hang around, considering your ex-friends are at the top of the food chain here." Tory replied, pausing at Victor's locker.

As Victor opened it, a hand softly slammed onto the locker next to his.

"Hey buddy, you know we were only joking around yesterday. What do you say, we make it up over a party at my house tonight." Chris offered.

Victor clenched his fists. He hated those parties. All they ever did was drink, smoke on their bongs, and try to score a ticket into the bed of a lonely and desperate girl.

"No, I'm not coming. I'm done with how you guys treat people." said Victor, keeping his head down.

"Are you serious? Dude, why the fuck do you always got to be so uptight about every thing we do?"

"Because you guys are nothing but douchebags. Just because you father beats you after school, doesn't give you the right to treat others like shit."

Right after Victor had said that, Chris grabbed him by the scruff of his hoodie and slammed him against the wall.

"Hey, get off him!" shouted Tory, trying to pry Chris' hands off.

"Listen here you little fag. You really think I don't know about you and your perverted shit you do after school? You really think Kelly was going to want you after she found out you're nothing but a little tranny-"

"That's enough!" Tory shouted, still trying to get him off.

"Who can't even decide if you want to be a girl or dude? Bring shit up about my dad again and I'll make sure to shove my hand straight down your throat and rip out that weak, pathetic little heart you got in there." Chris continued before slamming Victor against the locker.

"Get the fuck off him you damn hick!" shouted Tory, but this time she punched his arm. Chris turned his attention towards her and grabbed the scruff of her shirt. "Hit me, ya' big ape, so I can watch you get kicked off the football team faster than your little brain can solve algorithm." she spat, staring him right in the eyes.

Chris released her as he straightened his jacket.

"Freaks. That's all you two are. Just know that we only put up with you because Jenny would of had my ass if we kicked your scrawny ass out of the group. I still don't get why she even asked you out in the first place, considering we all had our suspicions about your little perverted activities. The only thing I agreed with was the fact that she left you right after she found out and now I have Jenny all for myself."

Chris turned and left, pushing through the mass of people that had flocked around the three of them. Everyone was staring at Victor, who tried to keep his head down and out of sight.

"Show's over. Leave us the hell alone, now!" Tory shouted at the curious bystanders. Some got the hint and turned away, while the rest followed. Once people were not crowding around them, Tory turned to Victor. "Hey, are you okay?"