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Chapter 7:

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"Hey fag."

Corey rolled his eyes at the harsh voice. At the end of the day, he was out of this hell hole in a couple months. Not that this dude knew, but it wasn't like he had any friends to tell. Sadly this was probably more friendship than anything. Yet the taunts seemed to follow no matter the state and the shitty school and the even shittier people.

He closed his locker without saying a word trying to ignore it. He didn't care to hear it. It was even the same taunts at home. It was so boring. How did you even know someone from looking at their sexuality? Forced by the conservative nuclear family ideal. Well he wasn't in a nuclear family for certain and what was wrong with experimenting anyway?

"Hey fag, I'm fucking speaking to you!" The chauvinistic pig spat

"What...?" he sighed. Trying to ignore how that insult really did fucking hurt. He got it, they could smell the fact he was rotting fruit, they could smell the fact he as dirty and what had happened between him and that kid.

"Greg saw you talking to Stephanie, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" He said as Corey looked Down "i asked you a fucking question nerd!"

"Having a conversation." Corey shrugged "I don't see what's the fucking problem Zack."

"The problem? She's my fucking girlfriend!"

"Then talk to her about it dick!" Corey spat

He felt two hands round the scruff of his neck as he was painfully pinned against a locker. His head hitting the locker in this ugly displace of anger. His feet dangling as he was just that bit too god Damn short.

"Stay away from her faggot!"

Corey rolled his eyes as his head was slammed back on that harsh metal "I said stay the fuck away or find the fuck out!"

He closed his eyes not arguing back, the same technique used at home, as he was dropped to the floor. He sat up to see that motherfucker and his ugly friends walk off.

"Fuck..."he sighed

Home, school...it was no fucking different. Always getting the short fucking end of that god forsaken stick.

And the worst part? No one fucking cared..

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"Do you have to leave?" The man said sadly as Corey put on his jeans and sat on the end of the bed, cupping his own face as he cringed at what he did.

Corey sighed. "Yeah. I shouldn't have came."

"Dont say that. I love you." The man smiled, playing with the quilt he resided naked under.

"I said dont say that!" Corey snapped, he turned around to see the sorrow and heart break in the other mans eyes, he sighed again feeling bad, "Sorry, its just, you know, I dont feel the same. Please dont get hung up over me."

"But I lo-"

"No, you dont. Please. Find someone better. Dont waste an I love you on me." Corey shook his head.