He just shook his head, taking a deep breath. “It was my fault. I mean, he’s right. About everything he said. And… and he’s bigger than me, so it was easy for him. He was… he was right. I should work out more, and eat more, and stop dressing the way that I do, and just, just be more manly, and less of a…” he paused, shutting his eyes and thinking of Brendon’s words, “faggot.” he exhaled, ignoring just how watery his eyes were becoming.
That word lit a fire in Morgan, burned her ribs and scorched her chest and made her want to scream and cry and hit things. She had been called her fair share of names, of course she had, but to know that someone as good and kind as Alexis was being bullied...she had to close her eyes and count to ten again. “Brendon...the tall blue-eyed fu - jerkoff? Babe...” she sighed, trying to think of what to say. “He’s not right. You’re perfect just the way you are, Lexi. And him having a problem with that just proves to me that he’s a total jerk.”
