"Jean has a copain!" one of the snobby Parisian boys sang from the other end of the hallway. A bunch of his classmates snickered but Jean ignored them. He was used to it. The yellow star on his coat was far worse than this teasing.
"We always knew you and Quentin had a thing for each other!" another called out.
"Can it, Gilles!" Jean shouted back. "At least I didn't lose my virginity to a prostitute in Marseilles!"
"And at least I did it with a girl!" The hallway burst into roars of laughter and Jean flipped the bird as he stalked out.
Immature. All of these boys are so small-minded. At least I have Julien. That's all that matters. Julien is all that matters.
"Those little pieces of merde," Julien seethed. "I'll rip out their throats when I get back."
"What's the use?" Jean shrugged. "They'll be back at it again after a while."
"Doesn't it bother you?"
"Yeah, but really there's no point. They're just stupid little boys who won't ever grow up. Those that mind don't matter and those that matter don't mind."
"Don't you just want to hurt them?"
"No. I've learned the hard way that hurt just leads to more hurt."