Hey so this chapter does use offensive terms, swear words, and themes based on society nowadays, so if you get easily offended don't read this chapter.


Maybeck looked at his small clay figurine proudly, grinning in triumph on how it came out. When he put the small gray Mickey Mouse shaped clay in the kiln, he had expected it to break from an air bubble. Being an experienced artist, of course there were no air bubbles. Once it was painted, it had looked like a professional created it. Seriously, he could sell his work on Etsy and make tons of money for it (he even thought about it once). The detail in the delicate sculpture was breath-taking, and he put it in the window of Crazy Glaze next to a Minnie Mouse one of the same style. The Mickey and Friends collection was almost finished, he just needed to make a Donald Duck figurine, which was harder than he expected. He wasn't sure if he should make the duck angry or...-

"Hey, fag." The bell on the door rang, and 3 of the Evans High football jocks walked in. They wore their letterman jacket, the air around them seemed cocky and conceited, to make it worse the overwhelming scent of Axe hit Maybeck's nostrils (making him want to gag).

"Welcome to the Crazy Glaze. We have a special today, 20% off when you bring two arrogant friends." Maybeck said with fake politeness, wiping his hands on the dirtied apron he wore.

Caleb Lee snickered, "wow, very creative of you."

The other two boys chimed in with "Yeahs" and "So creative", fist bumping afterwards.

"Ah well, I try. But right now three fuckboys are clouding my creativity bubble and I'm choking on the scent. Seriously, Axe attracts no one." Maybeck began heading to the back to get away from the blonde.

"Hey guys, what do you think Charlene Turner wants with this monkey? Can't she tell he's a fag?" Caleb sneered, speaking loud enough for Maybeck to hear.

The other two smirked in response, seeing the African-American boy freeze.

"Yeah, dude. He'll be a high school dropout sooner than we know." Aiden remarked, the shorter brunette of the three, nonetheless cruel.

"And killed by the police." James laughed, him and Aiden fist-bumping once again like the belittling idiots they were.

Maybeck shrugged them off the best he could, continuing his walk to the back, careful not to let them see how much their words had affected him.


Terrence Maybeck wasn't once to cry, the only time he had was when his Aunt Jelly was Tasered. Though, now was a different story. He sat on his twin sized bed, which was too small for his 6'5" build, tears streaming down his face.

Monkey, they called him.

High school dropout

fag

going to be shot by the police

Sure, he's dealt with discrimination towards him, but nothing so flat out blatant like what happened just an hour ago. Maybeck wiped his eyes, trying to push the thoughts to the back of his mind. They're homophobic and racist, why should I care? I have very good friends who think of me differently. After two hours, he gave up on desperately trying to forget about the criticism and called the first person he thought of.


Willa Angelo, a small girl filled with rage showed up in her best friend's bedroom, glaring. "Who the hell in their right mind would even think of those harsh words?! I would love to meet those guys, surely I could rough 'em up."

Maybeck smiled weakly, "your enthusiasm is great, Wills...it's just that...-"

"What? I get it, I'm small. But I could tear them in half, if I wanted to." A breather, then, "I think you should do it yourself."

"I'm not going to tear them apart. It's three against one and if I did, I'd be getting in trouble." He sighed softly, sitting on the edge of his bed, prompting Willa to sit beside him.

"Who in their right minds uses the 'f' word as an insult? Or degrading racial slurs? Or brings up police brutality?" The fiery feminist ran a hand through her hair. She may be more upset then he is, just a tad

"Trump supporters." He answered, causing them both to share a small laugh.

There was a comfortable silence for a while before Maybeck sighed and asked:

"Do you think I'm any of those things?"

Willa stood abruptly, "what? Of course not!" She shook her head, "I would never use a racial slur against you. And if you were gay, I wouldn't care at all. And police brutality is a serious thing. Black people are being oppressed and...ugh! I could go on forever with that topic!"

"They also called me a high school dropout." He pointed out, "do you think I could be a dropout and end up working at McDonald's?"

She bit her lip gently, "No. You have a good future ahead of you, Terry. Money from the DHI program for college, you're an incredible artist, and pretty smart if you ask me."

"That means a lot to me, especially coming from one of the smartest people I know." He grinned cheekily at her.

"Oh shut up and come hug me you big dork."

He shrugged, engulfing her in a bear hug until she cried out. "Terrence! I'm suffocating here!"

He laughed softly, pulling back. "Thanks, Willa. You helped me feel a lot better. I'm glad about that cuz I absolutely hate sulking."

She smiled genuinely at him, "it's no problem, dude."


After a few weeks, the harassment had gone on. Caleb, Aiden, and James were harshly relentless, and Maybeck simply did nothing about it. His talk with Willa had assisted him to realization that he was so much more than those derogatory terms thrown about him.

"Whattup faggot?" Caleb greeted him during Chemistry.

Maybeck continued to work on his lab, ignoring Caleb. He just wanted attention, almost like he wanted to be punched.

"Hey, nigger, answer me when I ask you a question."

Maybeck's head snapped up to him, "what did you just call me?"

"You heard me." Caleb smirked a little, winning attention from the artist.

"I've been ignoring you for three weeks, if you haven't realized. You've just crossed the line, Caleb." He growled, his eyes darkening.

"Try anything and I'll have you hung on the pretty tree in the front of the school."

"Are you fucking stupid? We aren't living in the 1800s, and I certainly should not be treated like it is."

"And what are you doing to do? Tell on me?" Caleb sneered, closing in on Maybeck.

"You'll see." He shoved him back, "go before I beat the shit out of you."

The last sentence seemed to make the so-called tough football player skittish, so he backed away back to his lab table leaving Maybeck to sit at his table, seething.


"How's your day been?" Charlene asked her boyfriend as he sat down next to her for lunch.

"It's been a downward spiral of racial slurs."

"From who?" She rose an eyebrow, concern growing immediately.

Maybeck shrugged it off, like it was nothing. "Caleb. And a few of his friends. It's alright though, I'm not bothered by it." he lied.

"Did you tell the dean?"

"Yep."

"And?"

"And nothing. They're not going to get in trouble, Char. You know since its land of the free, only if you're white or a guy though." He said, beginning to drink his water. "I'll get back at them though. Without getting in trouble."

Charlene frowned. "If it gets worse tell me. I'll do something. I don't know what yet but...I will. I swear on it."


Later that week, Maybeck had slipped a picture in Caleb's locker. It was a painting of two black males kissing and on the back, Maybeck wrote in cursive:

two "niggers" just being "fags" hope you enjoy this, dear.

xoxo,

Maybeck (your fellow gay black friend)

And he laughed upon seeing Caleb's enraged face. Suck on that, he wanted to say. Oh, he had more drawings to stuff in his locker; all in due time of course. Revenge was indeed sweet.


so this was deep. I hope it didn't offend you, as I was just showing how cruel kids could be. Sure it might be over exaggerated, personally though I like Maybeck's form of revenge. Of course it'll be continuous with different drawings though, every week. Tell me how you liked it and PM for ideas :)

~fangirl for days