The Assignment

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

 

~Kellin’s POV~

 

(The italic is a dream)

 

The harsh blow of a whistle marked the start of the game. Football to be exact. I don't know why we are forced to play this god awful game in the 10th grade. All the boys are so violent and strong. I'm just weak, scronny Kellin.

 

I was standing there not really playing the game when someone threw the ball at me. Somehow I caught it on demand, but unfortunately for me Justin was running full speed in my direction. It seemed like a blink of the eye before I was tackled to the ground with him on top of me.

 

Our bodies were fused together and despite the pain I managed to get a bit turned on. He was just causing all the right friction in all the wrong places. Oh god this can't be happening. My gym shorts began bunching and it was totally noticeable. I hope no one looks.

 

“Oh my god Kellin! What the fuck!? Why the hell are you turned on right now? OMG you're fuckin gay aren't you!?” Justin freaked out at me.

 

“Justin please don't” I begged as he stood up to face everyone wondering what was going on.

 

“Hey everybody! Kellin's a faggot! He popped a boner when I tackled him, hell he's probably into getting violent in the bedroom so watch out in the change room, don't want him to peak at you!”

 

Everyone laughed. And looked at me with don't disgust.

 

They were all teasing me, calling me a fag as I ran off the field.

 

But their harsh words wouldn't stop echoing in my ears, no matter how far away I got.

 

~

 

I woke up in a sweat from my dream. But it wasn't really a dream it was a reality that I lived last year. Possibly the worst moment of my entire life.

 

I looked at my phone and realized I was going  to be late for school. I decided to not rush and just get myself there in time.

 

So I laid on my bed for another few minutes before getting up to shower.

 

Stepping into the shower I somehow forgot what happened last night and was met with severe pain as the water hit my arm. After a few moments of waiting for the pain to die down I started to wash my hair and body silently. I wasn't in the mood to listen to music or even sing for that matter.

 

Stepping out of the shower I was pissed at my reflection, why did I have to look like this? I'm just an ugly gay boy with scars covering shoulder down of my body.