BACKPETAL

BACKPETAL

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***flashback 3 weeks earlier*** "You faggot." Aalina says pushing me into the lockers and onto the floor. Many emotions crowd my brain at once, but not one is a strength to fight back, I've tried that before and it didn't end well. I lay on the floor dazed due to the blow inflicted on my head, thinking if I played weakling she'd leave me alone; that she'd leave me be. But Aalina and her homophobic lackeys keep going, they kick me hard: in the mouth, chest, ribs, nose, stomach, and eyes. I feel myself bleeding profusely from my face and my left eye is closed and throbbing, I know it'll be a black eye later. That is if I don't die here. Aalina leans over me, and smirks coldheartedly at me "What's wrong Caelan? I thought you were strong, all big and mighty. Guess you're just a stupid little dyke." The last thing I see is Aalina pull back her leg, and her foot coming right for my face before the darkness surrounds me.
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This is the rewritten (better!) version of Boys Will Be Boys DISCLAIMER: This book will contain foul language and general idiocy. I started writing this almost six years ago, and many of the writing techniques and actual content are no longer representative of me as a writer. Nonetheless, I do hope it makes you happy to read. CW/TW: (internalized and general) homophobia, other TWs are specified as needed in chapters *** "You good Keke?" I felt a hand slap my back and looked up excitedly, lips splitting into a grin when Lukas dragged a stool over next to mine. He nudged me with his shoulder, a small smile on his lips. "Don't fucking call me that, and yeah, 'm alright," I yawned, resting my head on my forearm and leaning so I could meet Lukas' eyes. "Just tired and sore" I admitted, letting my legs dangle so I could knock them into Lukas' in a repetitive pattern. He looked down in surprise, which soon turned to determination as we waged a silent war between who could kick each other harder and evade the other's attack. "Yeah, I'm still sore from last night too" Lukas murmured, wincing when I got him in the shin. "Same here" DJ piped in, echoed quietly by Roger who was still lost in his own world. "You guys make it sound like we had a massive orgy last night"

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