BULLY (choen)

7

Chase was pretty mad and it was pretty obvious the way he kept kicking ball. It was Tuesday, around 9 am, they shared 2nd period together (Gym). They had to use the gymnasium because it was raining outside. For this period, they were playing soccer which was something the older boy was actual good at but chose to sit out with a kid named Sam Hurley.

Sam Hurley only had to sit out because he kept on using so much profanity when playing. You could say he would got really annoyed easily. Noen enjoyed his company from the way he kept on going even when sitting on the bench. "Dude you could've easily shot that what the fuck!" Sam exclaimed, pointing his finger. Sam threw his arms in the air from frustration.

"Hurley cut it out now I don't want to hear it" The gym teacher, Mr. Franklin, yelled at him. Mr. Franklin was a black man who was roughly in his late 40s. He was bald, around 6'2, and weighed 200 pounds in fact, this made everyone in the school intimidated by him. Noen wasn't exactly on his good side because he would get F's in his class from not showing up.

Sam sighed heavily as Mr. Franklin blew the whistle to signal to restart the game. Noen watched quietly, sitting besides Sam, in a tired position. He was ready to fall asleep as Sam ranted on until the lower class men shouted again but more heated. "DUDE WHY ARE YOU STANDING THERE? ARE YOU DUMB THIS IS WHY YOUR FUCKING TEAM IS LOSING!" A random kid looked at Sam in a surprised expression.

Mr. Franklin blew the whistle very loudly to the point everyone had to cover their eyes to cancel out the noise. He took the whistle out his mouth slowly and crossed his arms tightly. He glared at Sam and spoke in a strong stern voice. "In.. My.. office... NOW!" Sam rolled his eyes and clenched his teeth.

The lower class men walked out the gymnasium with balled fists, knowing he was in deep shit. Mr. Franklin turned to rest of the class, "It better be silent in here when I come back" everyone nodded carefully at his instructions.

With Mr. Franklin gone, It was Chase's opportunity to pick on him. "Are you going to play or you going sit there and a faggot?" Everyone found what he said amusing. Others holding their mouths because they felt bad or just straight high five Chase because they did not like Noen. The blonde haired boy was startled. He didn't know where this was coming from but I guess Chase would never stop pushing the limits.

"Bro this isn't cool" Anthony stood up for Noen. He knew Chase could be harsh but damn, this did took him off guard a bit. "shut up Tone" The younger boy scowled at his best friend. "Faggot get up and play" Chase yelled at him, throwing the soccer ball at him hard. Noen catches it on time. He pressed his lips together. He was tired of Chase and his bullshit.

"I'm so going to kick your ass" Noen whispered more to himself. If Chase heard that, all hell will break loose. Anthony came up to him while running his hand in his hair, "You don't have to play if you don't feel comfortable, he's just being a dickhead." Noen shook his head, "I'm fine I want to play." He shoved passed Tone and went onto the court.

The brown haired boy smiled at him,"You're on blue team, make the first move fag". Noen moved to the right side of the court as his team mates waited impatiently for him. He kicked the ball, the game has begun. Noen wasn't sure if it the game was getting heated or it was the Gym's heater. Chase kept on giving him death stares every time he score the goal.

Some of his teammates gave him a pat on the back for sportsmanship. Noen could tell Anthony was going easy on him since he didn't try to steal the ball. This is the only time Noen was concentrated. He actually wanted to win. His blood was boiling so much. When Chase tried to steal the ball from him, he used his skills that caused Chase to fall on the floor.