I was out of line. Full of pent up rage that came out of nowhere. Every time I see his unemotional face, hear his pragmatic voice, even traces of the top of his head through the halls makes something in me boil and turn over. How he can be like that, in front of everyone. A sinner bastard of god, as my father would always say. Freak.
I always see him in class a reminder of how I am doing everything wrong. Mrs.Pakerton seems to like him as he always does well in her class. She hates me I know it. I don't get why he, despite all my effort, comes out better than me.
I had to confront him.
Tell him how I really feel. That I hate him. But do I?
I've hated people before like my 6 grade math teacher, or Larry, or.....father. Some how this is different.
Yeah different
This time it's pure unadulterated Rage. That little faggot needs to get what's coming to him.I conspire my plans to confront him right before lunch. I get more irritated sitting there in class the more I think about it. Calming down I try to forget about that so I can focus on my test. A, B, B, A, D.... or maybe it's C. I'm sure Sal would know the answer. Think about it I turn to look at him, curious to see his reaction of his test.
Still unmoving; I can hear his quite breath as everyone is silent taking their own individual test. His relaxed shoulders some how look appealing as he puffs up and down.
I think he's asleep.As quick as a pen drop Mrs.Pakerton wakes him up and announces to all the class that he aced the test. It's so fucking hard. Hearing that fuels my anger again.
If dad found out how much I was struggling. I can only think of the disappointment on his face. I can't let fisher beat me. I'm already a failure of a son, why does this faggot freak have to be better than me.
"Mr.Phelps eyes on your own paper" I huff back to my half erased sheet. Covering my mess as I slowly go through each answer painstakingly. I almost finish until the bell rings and begrudgingly turn in the test.At least now I can confront sally boy once and for all and not have to deal with these weird feelings anymore.
Hey reader, that was the first chapter. If you are reading this and some how like it, comment and I will see about getting more chapters out sooner. I only really plan on doing the first two for now. Oh and don't worry, it'll get better and longer. But for now- until next one
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FanfictionTravis Phelps has always struggled with his identity. Growing up in a house where the wrath of god is forced heavily. As test from god travis was born gay, hiding it from an abusive father, once he finds himself. Seemingly no sanctuary for a preach...