Just A Drag No One Wants To Inhale

Jesus Christ

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I blinked and red slowly went away from my vision, and I could feel the jock's tongue as he rammed it down my throat. He yanked a fistful of my hair and I yanked on his collar so he could meet my height. I bit his bottom lip aggressively and he did the same. I tasted the red. His and mine.

Not Christmas Red. Not Sex Red, but Angry Red. Bad Red.

My heart raced all over my body and Colson's tongue was halfway down my throat again before Jorden pulled me away from him and let me go after we were a safe distance away from each other.

I pushed him off of me and stared down Colson from where I stood. How fucking dare  he? I mean, I asked for it. But at the same time if I hadn't, I swear I would've done so much fucking worse.

Jamia tried to link arms with me, but I don't want anyone to fucking touch me. I flinched away from her and I guess she got the message, because she linked up with Jorden, who's muffled voice is beckoning me over to them.

"Let's go home." I heard him say behind layers of the blood and music pounding in my ears, as well as The Bad Red very slowly dissipating from my vision, only to reveal the many strobe and disco lights that blinded my vision. Giving me a raging headache.

I straightened out my collar and tie and as I turned to saunter over to my dates, I felt a hundred pairs of eyes watch my every move.

Including the chaperones.

Why they didn't stop me from doing what I did or call our parents is beyond me, but I'm sure it's not something they wanted to witness or write up.

What would they even fucking say?

"Uh, yeah so these two fuckers were having a screaming match before they started making out... Yeah, I don't even fucking know either. But they stopped! So... How 'bout that raise?"

Fuck you, it was your fucking job to watch us and see the tension between us and it was your fucking job to stop us from yelling and interrupting the fun night that everyone else seems to be having.

How fucking bad at your job do you have to be to let some random 4-foot pothead suck a jock's face angrily, only to have another student  break it up?

Fuck you.

I held my head up high and walked through the sea of students, they split apart and for a minute, I felt like Moses.

I took only 3 steps before I saw some kid throw confetti towards me and yell, "Fucking fag!"

This may or may not have incited a riot.

Because I was a small boat caught in a horrible storm in the middle of the ocean. I am not ready to be capsized.

Their faces contorted from wide-eyed speechless wax figures to cannibalistic cyborgs that are tired of taking shit from humans.

Except I'm  the one who's done with their shit; they're yelling at me, throwing every homophobic slur in my direction. Throwing every drink and food they had ready in their hands.

I smiled.

I smiled through it all.

I was an inch from the entrance, and right when I thought it was all over, I felt a hand smear food across the right side of my face. I froze and turned towards them and I could feel my jaw hit the ground.

Abed.

It was Abed.

Sweet, devout Abed.

Of course he sided with them, all religions have fucked over gay people, saying that they all deserved death and they'll get what's coming to 'em...