He read for a while. His face turned from anger into a deep sadness.
“Tommy, I’m sorry,” through his voice I knew he meant it.
“Logan, it’s not a big deal, really. Can we eat lunch now?”
“Let’s go.”
He took my hand. The crooked warm smile that was in his face now gone, replaced with anger, or sadness, I didn’t know. I couldn’t tell because it was almost the same to me.
We went past the cafetaria, straight outside to the football field. He took me to the benches and sat down. I did, too.
“What are we doing here?”
“Skipping classes.”
“Logan, it’s not a big deal, okay? I—I’m”
“Not a big deal? Someone called you,” he took out the paper. “A filthy cock-sucker, ass-eater faggot and it’s not a big deal?”
I didn’t answer.
“It is a huge deal, Tommy.”
I didn’t answer again. And we just sat there in silence.
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He Left Me Alone
Teen FictionHis name was Logan McHale. And i didn't know why he left me alone. Short Story #171 (06/28/2014)