News spread fast of me and the mysterious guy. It was the talk of the school— how a greaser is a fag; tainting the school with sin. I knew something was going to happen. The time I found out about this was when I went back to school. At first it was just whispers and a few looks then it turned to glares, pointing and name calling. I didn't dare tell Shawn or the gang. I didn't want them to worry, or worse, Shawn leaving me because he doesn't want the same to happen to him. I don't think his friends informed him of what was happening or he was too love-struck to see what was happening around him.

I was pushed against the wall. "Go to hell, Fag," someone snapped before chuckling and walking away.

I continued down the hallway without another word. I was glad no one from the gang went to school today or since this had all started. I got in my first period class and slumped down, pulling my hood over my head. Other students soon entered and then the final bell rung right after the teacher got to the front of her desk. She started the lesson and I tried my best to listen. Half an hour into the class, something hit my head and landed on my desk. I made the mistake of opening the wadded up strip of paper.

A faggot like you shouldn't be in this school. Why don't you do us all a favor and kill yourself.

I crumpled the strip up and stuffed it in my backpack. Soon after, a volley of rolled up paper were thrown at me, landing on my desk or near where I sat. I picked the ones on the floor up for the teacher's sake and again read them.

You're disgusting.

Disgrace to human kind.

God hates fags.

Homosexuality is a sin.

There should be a death penalty for people like you.

Die.

Gay.

Fag.

Both you and whoever you're with should burn in hell.

I shoved all of these notes in my bag, eyes tearing up. The wads of paper kept coming but I stopped reading them. I just let them hit my and drop to the floor. I don't care about the teacher seeing them. She probably already heard the news and that's why she didn't greet me like she usually does.

After a long period, the bell rung and I gladly left the room and the pile behind. I entered my next class but, once again, bombarded by the notes. It kept happening throughout the day, from start to finish. Luckily in track, no paper was thrown at me. Instead, the other runners chose to trip me and bump into me to lose my balance during my practice races. Shawn kept taking glances at me and smiling. I smiled back to make it assume that nothing was wrong.

After track, Shawn came up to me, giving me a long and needed hug and peck on the lips. He smiled and said, "I can't wait for our date. Are you as excited as I am?"

"Maybe even more." I smirked. At least that is something to look forward to. We hung out for a couple more minutes before we kissed goodbye. I left several minutes after him to not make it as suspicious. I was glad that I did because a car rolled by me.

"Get off the streets, freak!" someone yelled at me from inside. I didn't listen and tried to ignore them. The car stopped and everyone got out.

"The gay didn't listen. We need to teach him a lesson," one taunted. They surround me and sweat started to feel cool in my back. They started to close me in, coming closer. I instinctively backed up, but that soon failed when I hit against a wall. Since I couldn't retreat backwards, I decided to sprint between them for an attempt of escape. Hands grabbed onto me and threw me to the ground. I yelped as I hit the ground. The Socs stated to kick at my body. I gasped as one impacted with my stomach and my head. I curled up in a ball, biting down on my lips, causing me to taste blood. I continued to whimper at each hit, refusing to cry out in pain. I began to open my mouth to call out for help but I was interrupted.

"This faggot's so weak. Just like a girl, he can't even defend himself. He's a disgrace to mankind."

This shut me up. I couldn't cry for help. I can't let anyone find out that I was gay. The Socs kept kicking and punching me, and soon enough, I stopped feeling the pain. I felt nothing. I didn't know how long it was of them kicking me, but they stopped because they got bored. They drove away, leaving me on the ground all bruised up and bleeding. It was another hour until I gained enough strength to stand up. My legs wobbled and I stumbled back home, pulling my hood over my head to hide the crusty blood. I entered the house, swinging my backpack down by the door. I walked towards the bathroom as best as I could without making it seem suspicious. I closed the door behind me and pulled up my sweatshirt and shirt, wincing at the sight of my torso. Bruises and cuts littered my body. Dropping everything, I went to wash my face and then clean up all my wounds as fast as I could.

I walked to my room and slumped on my bed, body instantly relaxing from all the stress and injuries.

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I looked at the clock on the wall impatiently. It was almost time. Johnny looked at me confused. He could sense I was anxious about something. When the time finally came, I stood up, careful not to jolt my body.

"Bye!" I called out to mostly Darry who looked out from the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Movie," I lied.

"You should take someone with you."

"I'm just going to the movies and back. It's not like something's going to happen to me during that time."

He sighed. "Fine, go. Don't make me regret this decision."

I gave him a smile and left the house, making sure to hide for a bit to see if anyone was going to follow me after all. After confirming that no one was coming, I left to where Shawn and I planned to meet up.

A figure leaned against a tree and a brighter smile broke across my face. I started to jog towards the figure. "Shawn!" I called out. The teen turned to me and smiled. I ran up to him, stopping before I collided and gave him a light but needed hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around me. A shot of pain ran though my body and I had to bite down on my tongue to not react to the pain. I could taste blood.

We pulled away and he looked at me. "Are you alright?"

"What do you mean? Why wouldn't I be?" I gave him a smile that I could feel was slowly slipping.

He shrugged and moved on, grabbing my hand, enlacing our fingers together.

"I have something to show you."

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Replies:

Seth Clearwater: Thank you :)

Pony'sgirlfriend: Haha, I won't kill them, promise. You'll have to see if someone finds out.

BunnyluvsU: You're catching on to this really quickly xD You're figuring everything out. You'll have to confirm your predictions in the future.

saiyan angel blue: Sadly, there might be really young kids who decides to read this out of curiosity. Then again, most of them are really into that stuff for some reason. I should keep it at rated T… but I can refer it and maybe give off some signs, if you know what I mean. I can give them a mad make out session just like in Glee in the car during the wedding.