I didn’t know whether to be disgusted as hell or go ahead and shake this guy’s hand. 

I mean, yeah, we can sit here and discuss the problematic and homophobic  behavior of today’s youth, (not to mention the self absorbed nature of thinking everyone wants to hit on these ugly kids) but that wouldn’t really change anything. That would just get me persecuted again, for being a decent human being nonetheless. 

But here’s the horrible part, my insides were going cartwheels. I mean, lunch ended abruptly, and no one even noticed me, save for a few who were obviously out of the loop. Everyone’s focus was on this kid. I observed him from across the classroom, and the kid was a total wreck. My horrible self was smiling at his misfortune, because it meant I could finally walk around and be treated normally. 

Or so I thought. 

Everyone’s favorite subject came around, and as I practically skipped inside the locker room to hug Bomi out of sheer, out of character, happiness, shrieks filled my ears and t shirts got thrown at me. 

And like that, joy was gone. 

“What are you standing around for? Get out!” one of these idiotic girls yelled at me. 

“Just because no one’s talking about it anymore doesn’t mean we’re okay with being exposed in front of you?” Another one yelled. 

You have got to be ing me. You have got to be ing me. 

“Alright, alright, shut up for a second and let me get my stuff.” I yelled and swatted smelly uniforms being thrown at me. “Besides, even if I was into chicks, I’d at least have some taste. None of you are hot .” I gathered my clothes and walked outside to the restrooms located outside of the locker rooms. Funny enough I ran into that kid, obviously also facing the same thing I did. We made eye contact, and I raised my eyebrows at him. 

“Oh, hey, you’re the lesbian.” he said. I rolled my eyes. I could tell this kid wasn’t serious or anything, he was just kind of socially incompetent. It was a trait I could easily pick out. Still, being me, it pissed me off. 

“And you’re the gay.” I retorted in a cheery voice. His eyes dropped and I kind of felt bad for the fragile little thing. 

“Well, not I’m not actually-“ 

“And neither am I.” I cut him off. 

“Really?” He said in some form of disbelief. I was trying really hard not to kick this kid, but he was being so incredibly… well I’ll leave that to the conversation. 

“Sorry to disappoint?” 

“No, no, it’s just… I’ve heard things, and they were ver