Healing The Scars From The Past (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2 - Ashamed

Chapter 2 - Ashamed

School went the same way as everyday. You know what they say "Same shit, just another day." Well, that's the way it went. At least, Mrs Campbell, my literature teacher is a cool person. I really like her. And I think she has some sympathy for me. She won't let any harassment being done in her class. She wouldn't have it. I know I'm safe in her classroom. But I can't help getting very nervous when I have to present an expose. And that's exactly what today's course was all about. In gym, we played some basketball, and as always, I've been the last one to be picked, and I think they even considered hiding me so they could get rid of me. I didn't care. I hated everybody in that course. Even Sergeant Pickett, as I call our coach. She really is one hell of a bastard.

At the end of the day, I was really getting nervous. I couldn't stop wondering why exactly Mike wanted to make up after all these years. I could have ditched him and gone back to my little nothing of a life, waiting for a family that is not my family anymore, do my assignments, finish to read this book I started yesterday and go to sleep early since I wake up at four to go to my bench in the elementary school playground, but I never fail to what I promise. I couldn't anyway, since when I approached the faggy locker, Mike was already there, waiting for me. He seemed to be deep in thoughts. But when he saw me, a shy smile appeared on his lips.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah... Give me five minutes." I said, opening my locker.

As we were passing through the front doors of the school, heading for the driveway where Mike's beaten old Civic was parked, right next to Matthew Harris' brand new pick-up, I stopped in my track when I saw him leaning against it. Matthew was your typical jock. Captain of the football team, he was one of my worst nightmare since my forced coming out when I was eleven.

"Hey Mike!" he said, looking at him like he was growing as if he were growing an arm in the middle of the face. "What the hell are you doing with the poof?" he asked, glancing at me with a look of disgust on his face.

"I..." I started, but Matthew wouldn't have any of my try at an explanation.

"I'm not fucking talking to you, queer!" he snapped at me, shoving me to the ground, sending my backpack flying on the concrete sidewalk. "So, why in hell are you hanging with the poof? Are you going crazy or something?"

"I..." Mike started, a bit confused. Then he looked at me and all I could see in the pools of his eyes was some kind of sadness. "I'm not hanging around him! We just happened to leave the school at the same time."

"Are you playing fool with me or what? I saw you fucking this morning and you were fucking speaking with him! Don't tell me you're being infected by his disease? You won't turn queer will you? He's going to give you some AIDS or something else!"

Yeah right! As if I could ever do that! Who would have given it to me, anyway! Even my father wouldn't look me in the eyes, how could I catch this disease if nobody would even touch me? Anyway, with all the stupid big boobs and air head girls he bragged on having fucked, I thought he had more chance to have it than me.

"Oh please, Matthew! I am no cock sucker! Who do you think I am, fuck! We were... he just asked me for some help for his literature expose this morning." he said, not able to look me in the eyes when he turned to look at me.

"Oh..." Matthew said. "Okay then... So... are you going to Gina's party Friday night?"

"Of course! Wouldn't miss it for a million bucks!"

"Yeah! There's going to be a lot of fresh boobs to munch at!" He looked at me and smirked, than grabbed his crotch through his slacks. "Yeah man, lots and lots of boobs. You surely wish you had some, faggot! That way you could fancy having a piece of me!"