“Homo." “Gay.” “Fag.” I see red. No one talks shit about my bestfriend except ME. So with all the strength that I have, I lay a mean punch onto the douchebag’s face. The only problem was that he moved faster and grabbed a human shield to cover his face. Yup you heard me, not just any shield. A freaking human shield. Thud. The poor innocent guy fell on the floor. Damnit. “Wallace let’s go!” the douche’s crony said. But before Wallace could even run, I sprinted like a ninja and kicked him in the face from behind just like karate kid. I looked at him with pure hatred and seethed, “He isn’t gay, you dimwit. I’m pretty sure he’s straighter than the pole your mother dances on.” With that, my bestfriend, Elliot, hugged – no scratch that - squeezed the living daylights out of me. “I love you. You know that right.” “Pshhh…I know. Everyone does.’’ I smiled up at him. “Urgghh” Oh yeah…the guy that I accidentally punched. I forgot about him lol. OH MY GOD THE GUY THAT I FREAKING PUNCHED! Great. Just Great.