"Watch it, fag!!" Said some jock, as he shoved a kid into the lockers in the back of the class room. Our ancient looking teacher didn't seem to care much.
"You're such a bum, cobain" said anther one. "I could find better clothes than that at goodwill. Where do you get yours huh, the trash?!"
"Fuck off man." He said, pushing them off him.
"Oh those are some fighting words dickwad" said the first jock beginning to charge at him.
"Yeah, well maybe I am looking for a fight huh? You and your bitch friends just can't get enough of me. Maybe you're the faggot, huh chad?" He angrily retorted.
"That's it you fucker , I'm gonna kill you where you stand-"
"Hey hey hey HEY. Bro chad come on it's not worth it. Coach will kill you again if you get in another fight"
"Pfft, hes begging for my foot up his ass. I'm gonna show this faggot who's the boss around this school"
"Yeah right man come on, this gaylord isn't worth it. I'm dipping."
"See ya, cockbain!" Said the other one before they both chest bumped and left the classroom. "Ya, see ya dicksucker!" Chad went before throwing one last ball of paper at him.
The bell rang, and "cobain" stormed out pissed. Normally I keep to myself, I wouldn't care if I saw someone getting bullied. But this time was different. I wanted to know more about the mysterious guy in the back of my calculus class..
Cobain, it rolled easily off my tongue. It even sounded sweet.
