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Out of a Dream
by:
James Clark
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Chapter 6- Homophobe!
We sit around for a while, me, Wyatt, and Heather all hanging out. After some silly little something, I kiss Wyatt squarely on the lips, and immediately hear a deep-voiced "What the fuck?!" behind us. I turn around and I see NICK, Wyatt's best fucking friend in the entire world, standing there with his mouth gaping. Then, his eyebrows furrow into an expression of anger and hatred.
"I can't believe this shit, Wyatt! You're a fucking fag! You cocksucking son of a bitch! I even slept in the same bed with you! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're fucking sick, you bastard!", Nick the Dick says. As you can tell, I'm really not too fond of him now. I just can't believe what I'm hearing come out of Nick's mouth. I look over to Wyatt, and the sight makes me want to bash Nick's fucking head in. Wyatt's tearing up, his bottom lip is trembling. His normally perfect eyes are clouded, and his hands are shaking. I still don't know how he feels. I mean, how does it feel to have a friend that you loved for twelve (yes, they knew each other that long) suddenly hate you over something like that? Nick practically ripped his heart out and spit on it.
"Listen, you bastard ass son of a bitch (a string of curses I'm extremely proud of), if you EVER talk about him like that again, I'll beat your ass", I say in an ominous tone. "I love him more than you could possibly imagine, so quit being such a bitch about it. He's your best friend, and you treat him like this?!".
"I'm not friends with a fuckin' faggot!".
This is when I jump on Nick. I'm only like 5'5", and Nick is almost 6" and he's built. I'm so pissed it doesn't matter. I tackle him and start punching.
"Kick his homophobic ass, James!", Heather yells. Heather is like me, she hates shit like that.
I start beating the hell out of Nick, I'm talking blood being drawn. Just then, out of the blue, Wyatt pushes me off of him, HARD. I bump my head on a big rock. Everything....goes....black.........
I don't know how much time passes before I wake up. I open my eyes, but everything is out of focus, blurry. I hear some voices, and some noise.
"Look, Wyatt, he's coming to. I told you he'd be fine", I hear Heather say.
"But its my fault, I didn't mean for this to happen, I just didn't want him to kill Nick. I know he would have if he'd have kept going like he was". It's true, I was aiming to kill that bastard.
I finally focus my eyes and I have a pounding headache. I see Heather standing over me, and Wyatt is kneeling by my side, crying his eyes out. I can't be mad at him for hitting me, that's what you're thinking, huh? Well, much to the contrary, I am pissed as a hornet.
"Get the fuck away from me Wyatt", I say, nearly growling. Wyatt looks stricken.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry. Are y-y-you okay?", he asks.
"I said get the fuck away from me!". I sit up and push him away. Wyatt doesn't know what to do, and he gets up and starts backing away from me.
"Heather, what happened to Nick?", I ask.
"Well, he got up and punched Wyatt in the eye and then ran off", she says. "Don't be so hard on Wyatt, he got a black eye for his trouble. He was just trying to keep you from killing Nick".
"James, I'm sorry, I just wanted to get you off of him", Wyatt says.
"Well, do you think it would have been better if he'd have gone for you?! What the fuck! If I hadn't jumped him he could've hurt you, you dumbass! What the fuck was goin' on in your head? Well, hell, I'll just knock James the fuck out so Nick can beat me ass?! You sure got me off him. Where'd he go, anyway?".
"He ran off, talking shit about how this isn't over, and he's gonna fuck us up and all that", Heather answers.
I look around and I notice that Wyatt is gone! Oh, I feel like such an ass. I must have chased him off.
"Where's Wyatt?!", I ask Heather.
"I don't know, I was looking at you".
"Please help me find him!"
"Come on, James. Let's go. He couldn't have gone far. Let's check back at the school."
We head back towards the school, calling Wyatt's name as we go. After we get to the school and check out all of the building, we go to the band hall and sit out front for a while. Then, all of a sudden, I realize we haven't even checked out the whole park yet. We head back to the park and split up to look for Wyatt. Eventually I have to go to the bathroom, so I head to the back of the park where the restrooms are.
As I'm about to head in the door, I hear a scream. Oh my god... Is that Wyatt?!