He would walk by me every day, as was the routine of our day. Same classes, same students, same thing. Day. After. Day. And most dreaded for a boy like me... gym class.
As we were all at our most vulnerable, undressing with other puberty ridden boys, still unsure of themselves, and insecure of their penis sizes, there was a recipe for disaster, and I felt it days before it happened. Days of anxiety and sickness in the pit of my gut.
Every day for weeks he'd brush by me in the locker room, first whispers, then utters, then hisses, then shouts.
"FAGGOT!!!"
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