Bradley dropped me onto the cold, tile floor of the janitors closet. He repeatedly nudged me with his skimpy cowboy boots until I woke up. "Wake up, faggot!" Bradley yelled at me.
I groggily sat up and looked around me, I seemed to be in the janitors closet. "What are we doing in here?" I looked up to see who brought me here and standing there in all his glory, was Bradley himself. My eyes nearly popped out of my head from excitement, I tried to stand up, but Bradley pushed me back down.
"I brought you here because I've seen the way you've been staring at me, you faggot." Bradley spat out.
"Wh-what.. I.. I haven't... no.." I stammered out.
"I have video proof, you gaywad!" Bradley reached into his pocket and pulled out a cd.
"That can't be me.. I-i don't stare at you, I'm not gay." I said as Bradley wheeled a tv on a black cart over in front of me.
Bradley spit his dip into the trash can that was in the corner of the room, "You can't lie to me, faggot!" He put the cd into the DVD player.
My hands started shaking, how could he have known all this time and not said anything? "Bradley, you must be mistaken, I don't stare at you, I would never stare at you like that." I stammered out, trying to get him to believe me.
Bradley put on a sexy welding mask as the tv turned on. "Bradley stop!" I yelled as the screen showed Bradley wearing nothing, sitting in a bright pink fluffy chair, and holding some papers.
"Today we will be reading Adolf's Hitlist, while enjoying some lightly sautéed chicken."