Chapter Eight

“ Hello gay”, Franklin said as a surge of pain flew from my hand to my whole body. How can one get injured in one part of the body but feels it on every part of the body? Someone really had to explain that to me. “ What are you up to in there? Looking for a dick to suck?” He said and laughed at his own statement, together with his two worthless minions; Christian and Zack.

I looked at him with pure rage in my eyes as they continued laughing without ceasing, even pointing fingers at me as I caressed my hurt hand, laughing their guts out while calling me weak.

I couldn't take it anymore, no longer. I clenched my fists and stepped forward to Franklin, face to face with him.

“ What are you gonna do? Huh? Punch me? I bet your punch will be more soft than a pillow, fag”, he said and his crew ‘ oooohed’ what he said, laughing at the top of their voices as more students gathered around.

Without thinking twice, I threw my fist in the air, making it land on his left cheek, and his head rotated at an angle of 180° in slow motion as he spat out blood into the air. Something like beads fell to the floor and only when I looked closely did I notice that they were actually his teeth right there on the floor. He spat out two remaining teeth into his hands and looked up to me with horror.

“ Yaaaaaa!” He screamed, together with his crew and they all rushed at me.

I swayed my arms in a dragon warrior, Kung Fu style, awaiting impact - Jackie Chan mode activated.

Zack threw a punch but I dodged it, and as Christian was about to throw his I used Zack's face as a shield. Franklin came with a kick but I held his leg, and Zack also got the idea to kick and I held both legs up, and as Christian was about to complete the trio with his own kick, I turned around, dodging his kick and making him to kick his mates on their groin. They both fell to the floor, clutching their lower bellies as they moaned in pain. I jumped into the air like Jaden Smith in Karate Kid, doing a backflip and landing a kick on Christian’s head, sending him to join his crew on the floor, only that the others were holding on to their bellies and peanuts while he was holding on to his head.

The students around started shouting at the top of their voices in splendid excitement. They were great spectators indeed, and the audience reaction was pretty good.

I stood tall amidst all, feeling my head about to pop with pride with the three notorious bullies that I had managed to knock out.

Nothing has ever felt so pleasing. Nothing will ever feel so pleasing.

If only it actually happened. My imagination was definitely taking me places that I should never go.

They were still laughing their eyes out as I was deadly staring at them, feeling more pain from my hand. If only eyes were guns, they would've have at least a million bullets inside each of their hearts.

“ What is it this time Franklin?” I asked, letting go of my hurting hand. I definitely wasn't going to let him know that the hand was actually hurting as much as he would've loved it to.

“ I don't know. It's probably your fine patched up ass that was busy swaying with no control as you walked into the hallway”, he said and they all started laughing, again. At this point, I could only question if they had included a laughing gas in what they had smoked the previous night because I literally couldn't understand what was so amusing to them.

No, really. My ass was what? Swaying? Who doesn't sway his/her ass? I could only wish that imagination can come true, because if it did he'll be squirming on the floor, drooling blood from his mouth like a

dysfunctional bull dog, not like the good looking annoying jerk that he actually was.

Yeah, you heard that right. He was good looking.

“ excuse me, I have to get to class”, I said as I closed my locker.

The comprehensive chemistry textbook could wait. I needed to get the hell out of there.

I pushed my way out of their human cage, heading for chemistry class.

“ We're not done yet MI amor”, I heard Zack say.

“ Watch out for us fag”, Christian said and yet again, they laughed again, so much like teenage girls that were getting fingered in the pussy.

I took the next turn into the classroom area, a huge poster hung on the wall with the inscription ‘ Model High School. We Train Exceptional Model Human Beings’.

Yeah right, and I was damn sure that Franklin and his crew were also a part of the exceptional model human beings.

Nonsense.

I never came out as gay, not to anyone if you would ask. Yes, I was a little bit femme and all that but that shouldn't be a basis for anyone to conclude that I was gay, but that wasn't for most students in Model High School, especially for Franklin.

Ever since middle school he has been an exceptional thorn in my flesh, and over time he had forced other people with his behavior to see me differently than how I wanted to present myself. Always calling me a fag.

I couldn't be worried about him. I just got dumped by a man that I do much loved and I had chemistry class, so there was so much on my plate rather than just thinking about bullying issues with fucking Franklin.

I took a seat as Mr Mayor, our chemistry teacher was still scribbling the new topic on the white board.

‘ Gas Laws And Theories’, he wrote in bold inscriptions probably because he thought that the students were half blind as he was and needed a bottle, not a pair of glasses, to see.

“ Hi”, Esther waved at me as I took a seat next to her. “ You seem agitated, what's wrong?” She asked with a concerned look.

“ Met stupid ass Franklin out there”, I said, taking out my notebook from my backpack.

“ Oh, did he hit you?”

“ Kind of. He hit my locker door against my hand”, I showed her the hand that was hurting like hell but had no visible signs of any injury. No one ever told me that body parts could be fraudulent too.

“ Sorry. Does it hurt a lot?”

“ Don't worry, I'll be fine”.

“ Settle down everyone”, Mr Mayor said as he turned to face the class, with a new large pimple visible on his left cheek. He was wearing his most good looking clothes - his Monday clothes. An almost washed out flora patterned vintage shirt, a pair of color faded black plain pants, together with his everyday Dr Martin's shoes that would be practically begging to retire if it had the chance to speak. He had clothes for each day of the week, clothes that he had worn for like a decade and still counting.

Sometimes I do wonder where all his salary goes to. It possibly can't be food because his body technically screams ‘ I barely eat food’. It also can't be on accomodation; he lives in his dead parent's house, so he's off the rent list, so where does all the money he earns go to?

Probably into his savings account, nobody knows. He might be saving to one day be richer than Elon Musk.

If his external clothing could be that bad, what will his underwears look like? A road with multiple potholes? Men, only God and his girlfriend can tell; that is even if he had a girlfriend.

“ Good morning class”, he said, supporting himself with the front desk.

“ Good morning sir”, we all responded, both the normal human beings and the assholes in the class.

“ So today we'll be looking at Gas laws and theories, their founders or rather, proposers, and their relation to the state of matter which we know as gas”.

He we go. Another boring class. I could only hope that I wouldn't noticably fall asleep and find myself on the floor.