Queer as Muke

1.16.2 French Fried

"Excuse me faggot!"

Isaac Raine bumps into a smaller boy, deliberately shoving him back into his seat as he walks to the back row of the class with his cronies from the football team.

"I'm not a faggot!" The boy objects.

"Well you look like one to me! Do you want to suck my cock?!"

Luke and Chloe walk in just in time to hear the last remark and see Isaac grab the smaller boy by his school tie, twisting it round in his strong hand.

"Christ! Can't he think of anything more original to say?" complains Chloe.

"Leave him alone Raine!" Luke calls forcefully as he goes past to get to his seat.

"Oh it must be a faggot convention!" Isaac forgets the boy he was bullying, dropping him back into his seat before turning his attention to Luke.

Luke looks witheringly at Isaac, "Don't take it out on him!"

"Take what out?" challenges the taller boy, leering in Luke's direction as his friends grin and watch.

"Your dick!" Luke says, looking him clear in the eye before Isaac shoves him backwards. Luke's ready for it, shoving Isaac back equally as hard.

"Alright you two break it up! Now!" calls the teacher who's just arrived in the room. "Hemmings the next time you cause trouble you can talk to the Head Teacher."

"What?!" Luke asks, looking astonished, still standing in the middle of the room.

"Sir, Luke didn't do anything, it was Isaac," Chloe tries to explain. "He called him a faggot!"

The teacher ignores her, "Take your seats. Both of you." He starts calling out surnames and students dotted around the room call 'here' but when he gets to Hemmings, and before Luke can reply, Isaac calls "Queer!"

"Okay everyone quieten down!" The teacher sets off again with the next name after half the class laughs at Isaac's 'joke'. All except for Luke.

"Excuse me Sir!" Luke calls as he stands up.

The teacher looks up, "What is it Hemmings?" he asks in a bored voice.

"Isaac just called me queer!"

The teacher shrugs, "I didn't hear anything."

Luke looks at him, stunned into silence for a second before finding his voice, "How could you not hear it? Everyone heard that."

"Sit down Hemmings."

Luke's mouth gapes, astonished by the teachers reaction. "I want him to apologise."

"Sit. Down."

"Aren't you going to do anything?" Luke demands, still stunned by the fact that his teacher, a person in supposed authority, is letting this pass. "Or are you going to pretend that nothing happened?"

"One more word from you and I'm sending you to the Head Teachers office," his teacher bellows.

Luke blinks, he can't let this go surely? Well, if the teacher won't do anything about it then he will.

"Don't bother!" Luke tells the teacher, swinging his bag back onto his shoulder, ignoring Chloe's warning hand on his arm. "The queer's going, the queer is out the door, the queer is gone!"

"That's enough of that!"

Luke stops and turns to his teacher, frustration and anger blazing across his face. "Oh! What do you know? He says it and you don't hear a thing! Yet when I say it..."

Luke looks at his homophobic teacher with clearer eyes than he's ever had and a burning sense of pride in who he is. How did he never realise before how closeted his school is? No wonder he was struggling for years to come out when he's been surrounded by such close minded bigots. 

"Well listen up now that your hearing has returned," Luke walks towards his teacher, enjoying seeing how uncomfortable the men becomes with every step, his belief in himself increasing exponentially as he closes the gap between them. "This queer says FUCK YOU!!!"

Luke gives his teacher the bird with both fingers as the class erupts around him.

"That's it Hemmings! You are out!" The teachers voice is nearly drowned out by the students hollering and cheering.

~~~

"Next customer please!"

Michael locks eyes with the bank teller as Calum approaches him and gets a look back. He was going to hang back whilst Calum deals with whatever he needs to, he's only here because they're going to get lunch together afterwards, but decides to come forward on seeing how cute the guy is.

"If you open up a moneysaver account with us today I can give you a $50 voucher for laser hair removal..." The teller opens up on his standard sales spiel whilst eyeing Michael up and down as he leans on his counter towards him.

"Thanks, I wax," Calum deadpans as the teller smiles at Michael. "I was just looking at my statement and, unless I got a raise that nobody told me about, there's more in my account than there should be?"

"Just swipe your card and enter your pin." The teller drags his eyes away from Michael and indicates a machine in front of Calum.

"When you've finished helping my friend, can you check the balance in my account?" Michael asks sweetly.

Calum rolls his eyes as he swipes and punches the code in. He's used to Michael getting lots of attention but here? Now? In his bank? Is there nowhere he can go without men being attracted to him?

"Sure," the teller smiles again and hands Michael a pen and paper, "Do you want to put down your number?"

Calum gives Michael a look which Michael returns, with more than a twinkle in his eye.

The teller's lips twitch, "This is your phone number."

Calum rolls his eyes again, "Would you please let him help me with my financial problems before you hit on him?" he asks Michael in a low warning voice.

"So how much extra do you have?" Michael asks, trying to be interested.

"Almost a thousand."

"It appears some of your cheques haven't been cashed...numbers 566 and 574."

Calum looks up from checking his cheque book, "What about 583?"

"Yes that one too."

"Well, I've found out where the discrepancy is, Stephen isn't cashing my cheques," Calum tells Michael who's still looking at the damn teller like he could fuck him right here over the counter.

"Well, I wouldn't be too hard on him, you know what people's memory is like when you get to his age..."

Calum literally starts pushing Michael out of the door, "Come on, let's go."

"I'll check this out sir!" The teller calls, waving the paper that Michael gave him with his phone number on.

"Excellent!" Michael grins, before giving in to Calum's demands that they leave, commenting to him as they go, "There are still certain services that you can't get at an ATM!"