Rafael POV
I walked down the hall and felt a hand push me into a locker. "Fag!" I turned around and I saw Matt, brown hair, brown eyes bout 5'6.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped closing my eyes expecting to be punched any moment. However when it never came I opened my eyes to see Chris looking at Matt.
"Why don't ya back off!" Chris sneered at Matt.
"Aww looks like the straight boy came to help his helpless, damsel in distress, fag," Matt spat.
"Shut up and go fuck yourself" Chris snapped at him and grabbed my arm dragging me to my locker. Then he ruffled my hair and I tried swatting him away. Chris was 6'2 with beautiful brown eyes and dirty blond hair spiking up. "Are you ok? He didn't hurt you bad did he?" He asked with worry written all over his face.
"I'm fine he just shoved me a little," I lied hoping he would by it and he did. I hate lying but I didn't want him to worry about me that just added a unnecessary problem to worry about.
"Alright but you tell me if he does anything else 'lright?" He tells me pulling me into a hug, yeah he does this a lot. "be safe I don't want to see my best friend hurt" then left.
I sigh opening my locker then walked to class after I grabbed everything. I sat there dazed out thinking about how Chris worries about me. What if he does like me? Could that be possible? Then I shake my head, he just doesn't want his bestfriend hurt that's all.
Finally the bell rings after math signaling us to go to our next class. Great, gym, well it's not that I hate gym necessarily it's just there are a bunch of people who like to bully me. Good thing Chris was in gym too so I can talk to him.
I start walking downstairs when suddenly I feel a lot of force on my back which causes me to fall forward.