Orphanage AU: Lams

Chapter 28: I'm not a Faggot

Wow. I didn't mean for there to be so many different POVs so close to each other. It's relevant to the plot, although you'll still understand what's happening if you don't read it. It just shows why I guess. THANK YOU everyone who's still reading, it means so much.

TRIGGER WARNING: Uhhh, censored gay slurs. Basically just faggot. Which will be written as f****t so... 

---Alex's POV---

John chose to chill in the library after school, and I was too embarrassed to spend time with him. I made the clearly idiotic decision to not remove my hand when I accidentally let it descend onto his. He didn't pull away, but probably only to avoid being uncourteous. I mean, he didn't say a single word the entire way back.

Regardless, it was necessary, at this point, for me to get more coffee.

I whistled as I strolled back, trying to pretend I could forget about 'Liza's teasing. That Laurens boy is pretty cute, isn't he? Is the gay half of your bi freaking out?"

I sipped my replenished coffee, stiffening as I spotted familiar fluffy hair across the street. I had genuinely no desire to instigate or participate in a fight.

I kept walking, pretending to check a text on my phone.

"Ay, Alexander Hamilfag!" Jeffershit.

"Thomas, please leave him be," tried James Madison. He was, of course, ignored.

"Yo! I'm talking to you!"

Well, I tried.

"I heard you. Did you ask a question? Because I didn't hear anything worth a response." I shot back as I turned around, feeling my stomach filling up with dread.

"Bitch." He shoved me and I stumbled back but managed to remain standing.

I scoffed. "Is conversation to advanced for you? I suppose you're incapable of anything save brute force."

"I'm actually smart, I just don't waste it on you." Jefferson snarled, swinging a fist. I ducked it just in time. My physical skills were not on par with my intellectual ones.

"I'm really not trying to pick a fight here. I'm just saying intellectually challenged people such as yourself shouldn't consider themselves above others because they think they intimidate others." I had a lot to study and no time for an ignorant prick like Jeffershit. And yes, ignorant is my most potent insult.

"Look, Thomas, he doesn't want trouble, can we just go?" pleaded James. I sent him a look of gratitude, but that just made Jeffershit more upset.

"What do you know, the whore's looking at you Jemm-James. And here I thought he didn't want to fight because he wanted to look pretty for that new boy in town." sneered Jeffershit. "Gay-"

"Alright, first of all I'm bisexual," I cut him off, before I let myself get hurt with whatever gay slurs he wanted to throw at me. "And second, one day you're going to accept who you are and greatly regret everything you've called me."

Jefferson spluttered and James looked at the ground. "My god." Was all Jefferson managed to choke out.

"Thomas, let's go." James pulled Jefferson away, though he still looked outraged.

Thank god for the existence of James Madison.

---Thomas' POV---

Jemmy paced the room, refusing to meet my eye. "He isn't a bad guy Thomas, just give him a chance, will you?"

It hurt me to see him so upset but I wasn't about to throw away this grudge for my best friend. Best friend. I wasn't a f****t.

"Just because he's bi doesn't mean he falls in love with every girl and guy he meets. Just like I'm gay, and it doesn't mean I fall in love with every guy I meet. He's not into me and I'm not into him." I swore his tone was patronizing.