Hey Faggot'' he yells as he enters the locker room, but thats not what I hear, I hear hey babe wassup.
I just look in his eyes and I cant be mad at him, anybody just not him.
Him being Derrick about 5'9, 160, quarterback of the football team it shows in his body its perfect from what I see in the locker room, hes light skin with brown eyes that always betray him they tell me everything. Like when he calls me faggot his mouth twists it but in his eyes its there untwisted and hes saying sorry. I could be mad at anyone just not him say this a lot because I know its not his fault he says and does this to me, its the system they've burned in his head gay is weak, and being brought up in the streets of Detroit you cant be weak, he has to fight, for his survival for his protection.
"Fuck you breeder'' i yell back, but he knows what im saying, im happy to see you. My brown eyes tell all, im not any better at hiding what i feel than he is, but then again i dont try. i'm about 5'2 120, not Mr. universe but its perfect, lease thats what hes telling me now as he looking from my shoes on up, then he catches my gaze and stops
''Get yo gay ass, I dont like fags in here while im changin.
if i was mad i would've said yeah i know my ass is pretty gay, you would know cuz u always strain at it,ithats what i would've said to anyone else but not him, I just looked in his eyes and saw what he meant ''Damn boy you looking good'' i didn't say anything just stared at him, this made him uncomfortable i knew what was going on in his head, the questions that where there I know. So he did what he always did fights it, he walked out the locker room and said, ''hurry up faggot''.just like he always did made an exit and left, leaving me. ----------------------------------------------------------- this is my first story.if u like yay and if u dont too bad 4 u. feedback wanted nel114@aol.com