Christian Turners' Upward Fall (BXB)

No Fucking Clue

The group of guys that were harassing Samuel in the empty hallway I immediately recognized as members of the football team. It felt cliché enough to the point I wanted to laugh at the scene. 

Jackson Taylor was the captain of the football team and also, or at least in my opinion, a good guy. Although now as I watched his ruthless shoving and name calling my opinion on him faltered slightly. Jackson had always been exceedingly charismatic and inclusive. He knew everybody and acted as if everyone around him were all close and dear friends. The second he met me he had thrown his arm around my shoulder and said I was now apart of the "family" that is Yorkwood High. He had never seemed like the homophobic type for as long as I've know him. Of course his group played harmless pranks on several students throughout the years, though those students were all people he considered close friends. 

Jackson, despite usually seeming as a morally good person, wasn't my favorite on the football team. My favorite dude from the football team was Axel Graham, Axel was a genuine guy, I wasn't surprised when my eyes shifted to his guilt ridden face. Axel looked like he was on the verge of vomiting. His hand clutched his stomach and his face twisted uncomfortably. He watched Jackson with clear disappointment. Axel and Jackson were best friends from what I had observed. They were the golden boys that everyone liked, hell even I found it in me to enjoy their company.

When I had moved here Jackson and Axel were the first guys involved in a sports team that approached me. Sports were taken in high esteem here, so usually the members on the sports teams didn't intermingle with other students. Except for Jackson and Axel of course, they were inclusive towards all students. They are the reasons the football team has some sort of weird friendship with me. Every member considered me a friend which I had never understood because I was nothing more than simply just polite towards them. I was on good terms and at the least mutual friends with almost every member of every sports team. I was especially close with the football, soccer, and tennis teams because of my closer friendships with important members. And through those teams I has also befriended the other sports teams on campus. 

I'm sure the present team members messing with Samuel would at the very least listen to me if I told them to stop. 

Samuel was biting his lip roughly, most likely in attempt to keep himself from saying anything that would dig his grave even deeper. I was thoroughly disturbed when I heard what the members were saying as they shoved Samuel roughly against the lockers. 

"Stupid Fag"

"You like being shoved don't you? You probably like being whipped and shit"

"You really like dick that much? then suck your own you fag"

"Fucking fairy"

"Disgusting cocksucker"

"Fucking die already sinner"

"Want us to send you to hell early? we'd be happy to"

"You're probably thirsting over our dicks aren't you"

"That's so fucking gross"

"Commit suicide already you fag"

The last phrase they spat at him ticked me off the most.

I found myself quickly and abruptly walking over and placing my hand on Jacksons shoulder to stop him from throwing a lethal punch. 

"What's going on here man?" I did my best to act nonchalant. I kept my face passive and kept any anger from my voice. I held a tone of curiosity and that was it. Some of them grinned at me and shot me greetings. Jackson and I did that classic bro hug as he patted me on the back shooting me a beaming smile.

"We missed you man, God it's been a while hasn't it?" his previously angry tone immediately disappeared with one of pleasant surprise. "Ever since your last game I believe" I said back to him. I looked over at Samuel who was watching me curiously. 

"Bullying? didn't know you as the type" I said casually. I saw Axel bite his lip in shame out of the corner of my eye. I ignored him and faced Jackson, my eyebrows raised as I waited for a response. 

"I don't know man, it just freaks me out I guess. Did you hear he likes dick?" he cocked his head in my direction. His movements and tone of voice made him seem so innocent. Like a child doing something they weren't aware was actually wrong.

"Yeah I heard, he's friends with my girlfriend. You know, Claire doesn't seem to mind that he's gay so why do you?" I knew mentioning Claire would knock some sense in them. Claire was good friends with the team and they considered her actions and beliefs to be absolute. Probably because everyone considered Claire as a really good person and someone who was always morally correct. 

Jackson made a disgusted face. "Claire doesn't care he's gay?". I just nodded and shrugged. "I don't either to be honest. Doesn't affect me in the slightest. I mean he can sleep with whoever he wants as long as it's not me". Jackson nodded hesitantly at my words. Jackson still looked uncomfortable as he peered at Samuel. He exhaled sharply before walking off without even saying a goodbye. The other team members were shocked for a second before following. 

Axel stopped next to me. "thanks for stepping in" he whispered to me. "why didn't you?" I shot back. He looked ashamed then walked off without answering. 

Samuel finally let his face show his anger after they turned the corner out of sight. "It's not like I could like any of those barbarians anyway" he grumbled in distaste. I couldn't help but laugh at this comment. "Barbarians?" I asked, looked at him curiously.

"Football is pretty barbaric if you ask me. A bunch of dudes tackling each other for a ball? They're the ones that sound pretty gay to me" he straightened his poster as he spoke and lifted his bag of the ground. I smirked at his comment. "They'd be pretty upset if they heard you say that" I told him, a little sternly. He shrugged mumbling something incoherent. 

"Anyways, thanks a lot for stepping in" he said as he turned to me and looked into my eyes. We held eye contact for a few seconds until I cleared my throat and looked away.

"No problem, my brother was gay so I couldn't just stand by" I told him. He nodded as his mouth made an "o" shape in understanding. He shot me a happy grin and he dug around in his pocket, I assume he was searching for his phone. He pulled his phone which I noticed had a shocking amount of cracks and scratches. Next thing I knew I had grabbed it from him and stared at it in shock.

"How the fuck does this thing even work?" I said, holding up his phone to show him the cracks as if he hadn't seen them before. He blushed profusely before snatching it back. 

"I'm not clumsy I swear" he mumbled to me as he observed the cracks in awe of all the damage. I let out a loud laugh at his actions. "You sound pretty clumsy to me" I teased as I leaned in close to his face. When he noticed my teasing and close proximity his face grew even more red than it had already been. He stepped back but his back collided with the lockers. I furrowed by brows and scowled at his behavior. 

"Are you scared of me?" I couldn't keep myself from sounding bitter as the words shot out. I didn't want him to be scared of me. I wanted him to like for some ungodly reason. His head shot up so he could make eye contact with me, he shook his head quickly.

"That's not it I swear! Well uh yo- well you um, you just are really good look-" his hand shot up to his mouth to stop himself from saying anything more. I found his stuttering and blushing face oddly adorable. "Oh so you think I'm attractive?" I said, teasing him even more as I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. 

He scowled before saying in protest "Well don't let it blow up your ego anymore than it already is". I couldn't help but laugh at that. If only he knew how much of an insecure baby I was.

He held out his phone once again. "Can I have your number?" he asked casually. I was taken aback for a moment before giving it to him. I didn't ask why he wanted it because frankly I wanted his number as well.

Why did I want his number exactly? I have no fucking clue.