Magcon BoyxBoy

Singing In The Shower // Shaaron

shawn

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After school, I had basketball practice.

I didn't want to do any sports, but my dad wanted me to be athletic. By no means am I even near that, but one sport is a start.

At our school, the "popular" jocks were basketball players. Our football team sucked ass, but our basketball team usually won regional championships.

We had just gotten off the court, and it looked like everyone had already gone home. No one really wanted to stick around any longer than they had to. Granted, neither did I, but our pipes were getting fixed after a tree burrowed its roots into them, so I had to take a shower here at the school.

It had been like this for the past couple days, and the coach knew I was in here. He was actually a very good coach: determined and straightforward but not quite a robot with no human feelings.

"Turn off the lights when you're done, son," Coach Williams called out to me in the locker room before I stepped in the shower.

"Okay! Thank you, sir! Night!

"Goodnight!"

After he was gone, I shuffled my playlist on my phone and stepped in to the warm-ish water. I had my own shampoo, body wash, and towel, so I was set.

I had a few songs on here that I wrote myself and recorded, but it didn't sound too good since I didn't have professional equipment.

One of my songs, The Weight, came on. I liked the song and everything, but it was about one of my best friends. I had had a boyfriend a couple years back, and he couldn't decide between me and this other guy, who ended up breaking his heart. By that time though, I was done with him.

I was halfway done with my shower when Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood started playing.

When I got to the chorus, I started hearing laughing. Panicked, I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair as fast as I could and shut off the water.

"I think we got a little gay boy in here, fellas." It was Jackson, the school's star, starting forward on the basketball team. His best friend, Erik, was a starting shooting guard. Nevertheless, they were both homophobic jerks.

My towel was out on the bench outside the curtain, and I couldn't get out.

The curtain flung back.

I hurried to cover myself in the cool air of the locker room as Jackson, Erik, and their group continued to laugh at me.

"So, gay boy likes to sing, huh? Sing somethin'," Jackson taunted. I stood silent in front of them, embarrassed and scared.

"No? Wrong." He pushed me back, making me slip and fall down onto the tile. Jackson moved to stand over me, and then bent down to look at me.

"Pathetic," he laughed.

"Get off me," I mumbled.

"Why? I thought you liked guys over you," Jackson mocked. He kicked me in the chest a couple of times and then back at my head.

My head started spinning and I did this out-of-body experience. It felt like it wasn't even happening, but I could feel it. I managed to stay awake, but I couldn't tell if that was a good thing.

Erik was laughing. He walked up to me as Jackson walked away and started kicking me, too. It hurt a lot, but I couldn't get up, so I just sat there groaning and covering where it was bleeding.

Erik stood on my chest, since I now lay flat on the locker room tile. With one foot, he kicked my jaw and neck until I couldn't breathe anymore.

"Stop, please," I cried out, not being able to take any more.