Post by shameless on Apr 21, 2009 20:07:20 GMT -5
Stumbling blindly into the locker room Will sighed at his luck, not only had he gotten a blood nose from getting hit with the ball he was sure that his ankle was starting to swell from the fall before. The slim boy winced with his step, pain throbbed up his leg, reaching up to his thigh and into his torso. The shot was unnatural, he’d wondered if pain was this sever for him before. His ligaments were white hot with angry tenderness. At his slow pace there was no doubt that he’d be twenty by the time he’d get to his car. The room was completely silent when he finally hobbled into the open room. “Fucktastic, at least I can change without any homophobic comments.” The tone was bitter. Not even out of the closet and the guys already made comments because of his bright pink shirt and slight lisp. Anyone with a Gay-dar could probably have told that Will was gay, but these Neanderthals were just making the snide remarks for the fun of it.
The twink tried to kick the thoughts out of his head by repeating the combination to his locker over and over. Eleven - Fifty Eight, Eleven. Really wasn’t much to keep the sadness from sweeping into him. All these guys would hate him for his sexuality, especially the more ill educated ones, the jocks. What if his Elite status was taken away? All his friends would dump him and a new kid would join their ranks. Will had no one to fall back on, all his friends were Elite. A boyfriend was non-existent for support. Hell who here would go out with him, he wasn’t even that comfortable about the whole coming out idea. His brother had tried it, and failed miserably. All his friends quit hanging with him, some even beat him, his dear mom even tried to kick him out.
William’s hand slammed violently against the locker, why did he torture himself like this? Constant worry was keeping him up at night, like a wolf he felt like howling at the moon. It was treachery, the moon wasn’t brining the promised dreams of before, now it was brining regret and hopelessness. The moon was now an enemy in the game, there was no way to win alone. In fact the only way to win was to risk it all, at least for William.
The teen heard doors open and light delicate footsteps coming towards him. He attempted to shift himself away from the coming person, but ended up falling onto his ankle. “Fuck Me Dirty Motherfucker” The acid fell off his tongue and fell into the air. Deafening almost as they got closer and closer.
Word Count: 455....Im Ashamed.....Sorry.
The twink tried to kick the thoughts out of his head by repeating the combination to his locker over and over. Eleven - Fifty Eight, Eleven. Really wasn’t much to keep the sadness from sweeping into him. All these guys would hate him for his sexuality, especially the more ill educated ones, the jocks. What if his Elite status was taken away? All his friends would dump him and a new kid would join their ranks. Will had no one to fall back on, all his friends were Elite. A boyfriend was non-existent for support. Hell who here would go out with him, he wasn’t even that comfortable about the whole coming out idea. His brother had tried it, and failed miserably. All his friends quit hanging with him, some even beat him, his dear mom even tried to kick him out.
William’s hand slammed violently against the locker, why did he torture himself like this? Constant worry was keeping him up at night, like a wolf he felt like howling at the moon. It was treachery, the moon wasn’t brining the promised dreams of before, now it was brining regret and hopelessness. The moon was now an enemy in the game, there was no way to win alone. In fact the only way to win was to risk it all, at least for William.
The teen heard doors open and light delicate footsteps coming towards him. He attempted to shift himself away from the coming person, but ended up falling onto his ankle. “Fuck Me Dirty Motherfucker” The acid fell off his tongue and fell into the air. Deafening almost as they got closer and closer.
Word Count: 455....Im Ashamed.....Sorry.