"Well man, this is it. The showdown, the fight club, the getting your *** kicked fan club. You are a total idiot. Why would you fight with the captain of the Hockey team. You are going to be killed." That's Jason, my best friend. He is a wimp, I am a black belt.
"Dude, chill. I can take him, I'm a black belt, remember? Don't worry." I say to him, he just shakes his head. Tyler walks out.
"Hey, Spaz, you ready to be flattened." He smiles, sowing a number of missing teeth. I get into position.They all stare as I get in 6 hits without a scratch.
This whole thing started a few weeks ago. I'm not the smallest of guys, at least not for height, but I'm scrawny, so people ignore me. I was talking to my Jason, minding my own business, when I got hit in the back of the head. I turned, and got hit again, it was Tyler. He just said, "You, it's your fault." He challenged me to fight. I have no clue why.
I was going to roundhouse him in the head, when he hits me the groin, then knocks me out. I wake up the next day (I'm told).
"Well that's over with, want to go play some CoD?" Jason asks, what a week.
The end. Just something off the top of my head, unless you want more.
"Hey Jace, what's up?" Jason just walked over, looking all sad and stuff.
"My teacher hates me. We were talking about god and stuff when someone brought up gay people and she said, "Gay people are simply misguided by the devil, we must help them by bathing them in holy water, and sending the devil away.' Then she turned and kept teaching. I was horrified." He looks really hurt, so I give him a hug.
"Don't worry, just go to your happy place, and forget the comment." I say he smiles, "Now, we have to get to gym class."
We grab our gym stuff, and head to the change room.
Once we get into the change room, I once again have to live with my best friend checking me out. I don't mind that he's gay, not at all, it's just kinda awkward.
"Jace, you're staring at my ***." I say, he laughs and looks way. We go to gym.
"Men, today we play a little game I like to call, 'War', prepare to die." This gym teacher is crazy.
'War', is an game of tackle. You tackle the nearest man. That's it.
Finally, Chapter Two: Jace, the untold story. (From Jason's point of view)
I can't not stare at Jericho, he's really hot. Black hair, grey eyes, a heartbreaking smile. Not that I want to date him, I just think he's hot. Until Ryan transferred, I never really thought of dating, but the day he walked into home-room, I knew we were going to date. Only a Gay could pull of his look. Long, blond hair, deep blue eyes, and the perfect tan. Oh yeah, he is wearing a black t-shirt and neon green so-skinny-my-feet-have-gone-numb. Black shoes, designer Prada.
He smiled at me, look at his teeth. Externally, I look bored, but internally, I am screaming with joy.
Not bad, JC. With the demi-god-like introduction, it's proving interesting. And I have to say, I plan on using literature for "retribution" as well, lol. If you don't like the anti-gay lady, sock it to her! :P
Finally, Chapter Two: Jace, the untold story. (From Jason's point of view)
I can't not stare at Jericho, he's really hot. Black hair, grey eyes, a heartbreaking smile. Not that I want to date him, I just think he's hot. Until Ryan transferred, I never really thought of dating, but the day he walked into home-room, I knew we were going to date. Only a Gay could pull of his look. Long, blond hair, deep blue eyes, and the perfect tan. Oh yeah, he is wearing a black t-shirt and neon green so-skinny-my-feet-have-gone-numb jeans. Black shoes, designer Prada.
He smiled at me, look at his teeth. Externally, I look bored, but internally, I am screaming with joy.
All through class, I am floating. I keep getting this nervousness, but it's not butterflies, but it isn't excitement. It's weird. I get home (after exchanging numbers with Ryan) and look at myself in the mirror.
Tall and thin. I am also the blackest Black kid at my school, they all seem kinda washed out. Me and Jericho are exact opposites, he's an albino, and i'm the blackest person I know; he's loud and rambunctious, and I'm silent; I'm gay, and he's (mostly) straight.
The their's Ryan. Calm and cool. He's got that whole, "Silent but cool" look going on, unlike me, I am just screaming, "Run, I'm hiding a gun in my pants," people have actually said that. I blame the whole 6'10, 235 pound, thing. Maybe I should start carrying a gun, just to see them eat their words.
"Jason, Jericho, come and eat." Jericho's mom calls us down for dinner.
Yes, Ryan is very Gay. How many straight guys do you know who can pull of super-skinny-skinny jeans?
