Here is some more writing that is connected to this post because you guys seemed to like it so much :D This is my reply to a roleplay between @trepidatingboarfetus and I
“Trevor, yes, okay, I did. Alright? I’ve been with a couple girls. I won’t lie to you. But that means nothing to this.” He gestured between them. “We are something different, yeah? This isn’t your regular fuck on the side kind of thing, or at least, I guess I think so.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “They were just...girls. Girls that looked at me, cheerleaders, any of them.” He turned his gaze to the trophy case in that same hall. Staring at the picture of him and the team. The trophies they won….he won…
“None of them were like you. They didn’t have this connection like I feel with you. Brad has no fucking right to tell you things that...don’t even matter. Alright? We can talk more after school, though. Okay?” He looked at him, gently moving and pushing his chin up so their eyes could meet.
“Okay.” Trevor said slowly. Still skeptical of Michael. He wasn’t sure if this was the truth or just the hormones talking, he hoped it was true. He hoped he wouldn’t be left in the dust again.
Michael nodded and carefully pressed their lips together, then broke away and hurried down the hall back towards his class, as he got in everybody had already cleaned up the blood and the volleyballs placed back in the baskets. Everybody split into their respected locker rooms. He headed into the room, brushing past some of the guys in the front and going straight for Brad. The fury that had been slightly quenched by the emotion he dripped out of his mouth for Trevor was in full flame once again as it was whenever Trevor told him what Brad had told him.
“How did the nose go, Townley? Shelly work her magic hands on you?” Brad taunted. Not paying attention to him.
Michael’s hands forcefully clenched his bag, slamming it into the locker across from him and then grabbed his shirt collar, shoving him against the locker and holding him there as his heart rate sped up, the adrenaline rush giving him much more strength to pin Brad back.
“What the fuck?” Brad shouted as two of the boys headed to cover for Michael at the door, almost on instinct, and some of them blinked in horror at the sight of Michael absolutely loosing his shit. “Get the fuck off me, Townley!” Brad snarled in his face.
”You talk about me behind my back again and your gonna be swallowing your fucking teeth next time!” Michael hissed in his face. “Keep your fat mouth shut Snider, or I swear to god I can wire it shut for you!” He slammed him against the locker, then pulled off of him and gestured for him to leave angrily. “Get the fuck out of my face.” he snarled at him and watched him scramble to get his things and leave the room with a red hot face of anger. Michael watched him go and cut off a kid that attempted to ask if he was okay. “You too. Get the hell out of here.” he jerked a thumb behind his shoulder and scoffed at them all.
”What are you staring at?!”
They all quickly turned their heads and went about their own business getting back into regular school clothes and Michael did the same, looking into his locker at the chain that dangled off of one of the hooks. He glanced around before slipping it on over his head and tucked it under his shirt, closing the locker and grabbing his bag. He moved out and glared at anybody that even dared to look at him in these moments because he really looked like he would rip anybody's face off at this point in time.
