Brian sits underneath the bleachers during lunch, a book in hand while waiting for lunch to be over. He doesn't want to be here or at home. He's just tired.
"The fuck are you doing at my spot?" A deep, cracked voice makes him turn from where he's standing, his hands gripping the book tighter than before.
"I'm sorry, Jordyn Coperfield," Brian Johnson let's out. The look on Jordyn's face turns from anger to sadness, making Brian notice the dry tears on his face.
"Whatever man," he sighs, leaning against part of the structure holding the bleachers up.
"Um—sorry if this is rude, but why were you crying?"
"Why the fuck would I cry?" Jordyn scoffs.
"Your face is stained with tears," Brian states obviously, pointing at the athlete. Jordyn moves instinctively, wiping his face quickly.
"Whatever," he sighs once more, staring at the concrete beneath his Adidas.
"Why were you crying?" Brian digs deeper. He had heard a rumor going around, but he didn't know what it was about. However, the question just adds more alcohol to the open wound.
"No reason," Jordyn grumbles. Both heads look up, hearing footsteps. When they turn, they find a few players from the athletic teams walking over, including Jeremy Lopez from the basketball team, Liam Orman, and Andrew Clark from the wrestling team.
"Well, look what happened to the 'Next Michael Jordan,'" Jeremy insults, "now down in the dumps with some random geek." Andrew chuckles loudly. Liam doesn't react, looking like he's trying to burn a hole into the concrete.
"How about you guys go fuck off?" Jordyn groans, rubbing his face tiredly.
"Why? So you could have time with the nerd?" Jeremy then makes smooching noises, mimicking a make-out session.
"Like I said, " he repeats himself, turning his body towards the three, "how about you fuck off?"
"Oh, and what are you going to do if we don't?" Andrew growls, him and Jeremy. "What's a black faggot like you going to do?"
"I will beat the living shit out of you," Jordyn responds, taking a step forward, now only a few inches from the two athletes. Jeremy can only scoff.
"I knew I should've never talked to a n*gger. Fucking fairy." Without missing a beat, Jeremy reals back, before spitting a loogie right onto Jordyn's face.
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