"Every club is allowed to meet except ours!" Chloe complains as soon as she meets Luke outside on the steps the following Monday morning. "It's not fair!"
Luke shrugs, "Welcome to the real world Chlo! Nobody gives a shit about a gay straight alliance!"
"That's not true!" Chloe voice goes up what seems like several octaves to Luke's sleep deprived brain. "Look how many people came!"
"What eight? And two left! I counted! Besides they only came because we handed out condoms!"
Luke follows Chloe around the corner into the main hallway, nearly bumping into her when she suddenly comes to a dead stop, her hands flying up to her face. There, on the opposite wall, is Luke's locker, burnt out and smoldering still, with red paint scrawled all over it.
DIE FAGS
Luke's eyes go wide and his mouth drops open as his brain scrambles to make sense of what he's seeing; all his school books are in that locker and many of his drawings from art class.
He runs over to the locker, trying to open it but the metal's still fiery hot to touch, it must have been set alight very recently. "Argh!" He recoils from the locker, his fingertips scorched from the heat.
"Stick that up your arse faggot!"
Unknown voices shout from the corridors nearby, all aimed towards him.
"Serves you right homo!"
Luke whips his head around in shock, wondering where the shouts are coming from. There's a but of a crowd forming as more and more student arrive at school. He sees a mixture of pity and shock on people's faces as they come across the scene, and then others laughing and sniggering.
A last and louder voice than all the others rings out, "Burn fag!"
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"Can you believe how he was carrying on?" Corey asks Sam and Michael on Monday morning, still feeling a little bemused and more than a little annoyed at Calum's attitude over the weekend when he'd invited them round to see the photos from their holiday.
" 'Sur la Seine' ," quotes Sam. Yes he'd fallen asleep but he wasn't oblivious to Calum going on like a pork chop using those stupid French phrases he'd picked up in only a week. "I nearly chocked on my pate!"
"He's just dazzled!" Michael says, joining in on their conversation whilst also trying to make a phone call. "Give him a couple of days at le Grande K-Mart and he'll come down to earth!"
"I don't know..." Sam decides to bring up something that's been concerning him for a little while now. "Ever since he met Stephen it's like he's got this whole new life!"
"Please!" agrees Corey, "He was my room mate for over two years and now I never even see him!"
"We have to beg him to come to come out to the bars..."
"Fuck! He's not returning my calls!" Michael says, interrupting Sam. The two of them give him knowing looks, neither of them surprised.
"Oh. My. God! Would you look at that?!!!" Corey flings his arms out, stopping both Michael and Sam dead in their tracks and directs them to look at a gold open-top car parked on the street in front of them. It's like his dream car and exactly the same shade as a pair of sparkly boots he owns.
"Who would drive a gold car?" Sam asks, pulling a face.
"With the top down?!" Michael agrees with Sam, it's ostentatious and unnecessary.
"In the coldest Spring we've had in years!" Corey joins in in mocking the car. Okay it might be his dream car but even he wouldn't be so extra to drive with the top down at this time of year, unless of course he had a full length faux fur coat on.
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Queer as Muke
Fanfiction"The thing you need to know is, it's all about sex. It's true. In fact they say men think about sex every twenty-eight seconds. Of course that's straight men. With gay men it's every nine." Twenty nine year old advertising executive Michael Cliffor...
