A.N.- I'm so forgetful -.- Thank you so much to BiBabayyyy for the cover!

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                I pushed myself back up to my feet and glanced at my “attackers”. I sighed in annoyance and shook my head.

                “Davey, Greg, hello,” I said calmly. Davey Harrison and Greg Owens. Best buddies. Big assholes. Homophobes. Annoying little shits, to put it simply.

                “Hi Tommy. Where’s Zeke, huh faggot?” Davey asked with a smirk.

                “I’m positive that if he was here right now, faggot would be the last word coming out of your mouth,” I said flatly. Davey was scared of Zeke, and for good reasons. You pissed Zeke off, you got the shit beat out of you.

                “But Zeke’s not here, and you two are both faggots,” Davey said and Greg snickered.

                “Ayo, I’m not a faggot. I’m Tommy, I’m gay, but I could get more pussy than you,” I said with a shrug. “Girls like dick as in the object, not the personality. So keep talking shit, hard ass.”

                Davey glared. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and yanked me right up to his face. “You need to shut up you stupid faggot,” he growled.

                I rolled my eyes. “Look, you can beat me up or whatever, but you’d regret that. I can defend myself, and I can fight back even if I don’t like fighting. Plus, if you hit me, that instantly sets my brothers and my boyfriend after you. And I’m sure Trace would love to help them kick your ass too. So you should just let me go, stop calling us faggots, and grow up.”

                “Look, everyone has agreed we’re sick of the fags on this soccer team. That means you, Zeke, and Trace have got to go,” Greg said, stepping up. Sadly, these two were on my soccer team. Sigh.

                “As Sleeping With Sirens says: If you can’t hang, then there’s the door,” I said simply. “I’m not getting kicked off a team for my sexual orientation. Now let go of my shirt Davey.”

                He smirked. “You know, if that Kory kid makes the team, you’ll get kicked off. You’re the youngest member on the team Tommy, and we’re full. If he’s better than you, you’re out.”

                He pulled his fist back. “You and you’re fucked up eyes think on that kiddo,” he said, his smirk getting wider as his fist shot forward and made contact with my face. “I bet Zeke would like spending all that team time with Kory.” He hit me again. “And would forget about you.” And again.

                He whipped me to the ground and kicked me once, hard. “So again, think about it kid,” he said. He and Greg laughed before turning and walking to the other end of the field, taking the soccer ball from me so they could practice shooting together.

                I forced myself to my feet, my nose bleeding and a cut on my cheek. I ran the back of my hand across my face, wiping off some blood. I hurried away from the field before they decided to come back and hit me again. I was not a violent person.

                Think on that kiddo.

                Slight panic rose in me. Davey was right. If Kory made the team, I would no doubt be kicked off. I was the youngest one. I would get kicked off of the varsity team and put on the junior or sophomore team. Then Zeke would be with Kory. And Kory would impress him. And Zeke would leave m-

                No. No, I wouldn’t let that happen. I would practice myself right to the grave if that’s what it took to be better than Kory to make the team this year.

                “Hey, faggot!”

                I jumped, so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t heard Davey and Greg following me. I spun around, ready to fight back if they tried to attack me again.

                But Davey just stopped a few feet away from me and smirked. “Tom, we can make your life a living hell. You know that. And we’re going to, just a warning. Stupid faggot,” he said. He and Greg shared a knowing look before flipping me off and turning to walk away.

                What? What were they talking about? What were they going to do to me? What could they do to me?

                I was the smaller than them. I was faster, but not really stronger. They could easily beat the shit out of me and I knew that. But if that’s what they had planned, they would have done it just now. So what were they up to?

                I shook it out of my head and made my way back to my house. I let myself inside and tried to creep up the stairs before anyone could see me bleeding.

                “Tommy! Come here!” dad called. I sighed.

                “Ayo dad, what’s up?” I asked, walking into the living room. Dad had his face buried in the newspaper and Mikey and Sammy were arguing on the couch.

                Mikey looked up to say something to me. His eyes widened and instantly narrowed. “Who did it Tommy? Was it Davey? I swear to god I’ll kill him,” he snarled.

                Dad looked over at me and frowned deeply. “Davey did that? Did you at least hit him back Tommy?” he asked.

                I rolled my eyes. “I never said who hit me, and it doesn’t matter. I’ve got it under control, so don’t worry about it. What did you need dad?”

                He sighed and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a plastic bag with pictures in it and held it out to me. “Have one of your brothers drive you. That’s for Zeke,” he said as I took it.

                I glanced at my brothers and raised my eyebrow. “Well? The car’s not going to drive itself,” I said and motioned at the front door.

                Mikey stood up and came over to me. “I’ll take him,” he grumbled, grabbing my arm and yanking me out of the front door and into the car.        

                I relaxed back against the seat as Mikey started driving towards Zeke’s house. “Zeke will be pissed, Tommy. You’re still bleeding,” he said after a few minutes of silence.

                “That would have been lovely to know when we were still home where there are tissues and wet wipes,” I pointed out sarcastically.

                “I wanted Zeke to see,” he said simply as he pulled into Zeke’s driveway. The two of us got out of the car and rang Zeke’s doorbell.

                His dad answered and let us inside, shooting me a worried look. I ignored it and went upstairs, letting myself into Zeke’s bedroom without knocking. If he was changing, all the better for me.

                But, sadly, Zeke wasn’t changing. He was lying in bed watching Pet Sematary. He looked up and frowned deeply.

                He got out of bed and hurried over to me. “Tommy! What happened to your face?” he asked, glancing at Mikey.

                “Here. These pictures are for you from my dad,” I said, handing them to him. He took them and glared at me.

                “Tom, no changing the subject,” he growled.

                “I don’t like being called Tom. You know that.”

                “Stop avoiding my question. What happened to your face?”

                “Puberty.”

                “Puberty gave you a bloody nose and that gash?”

                “That’s just what it gave me above the waist. Want to see the wonders it worked below my waist?”

                “Puberty’s name is Davey,” Mikey said in irritation.

                Zeke’s eyes narrowed to furious slits. “Davey hit you?” he demanded. I shrugged. “Mikey’s making assumptions that were neither confirmed, nor denied,” I said.

                “That’s Tommy’s way of saying, yes, Davey hit him,” Mikey said with an annoyed sigh. He clamped a hand on my shoulder and glared at me. “I know it was Davey, and we’re going to kick his sorry ass. Only person who hits my brother is me.”

                “And Sammy,” I added. “Oh, and Zeke. And Trace. And that girl I watched change when I was four. And that guy wh-”

                Zeke slapped a hand over my mouth, fury on his face. “I’ll kill him. I’ll really kill him Tommy,” he hissed.

                I slapped Zeke and he stared at me in surprise and confusion. “Stop it. I hate when you get all violent and possessed. It’s creepy,” I said. “I can handle myself. I’m not hurt. It’s just a little blood.”

                Zeke and Mikey shared a look. “Me, Mikey, and Sammy will just have a pleasant talk with Davey, then. Was anyone else there?” Zeke asked, his voice deadly calm.

                “Zeke, let it go. I mean it. I can handle myself,” I said and kissed him gently.

                He wrapped his arms around me and sighed. “I know. Look, stay the night, okay?” he said quietly. I nodded and we said bye to Mikey.

                Zeke brought me over to his bed and we cuddled up together there. I searched Zeke’s eyes and instantly knew what he was thinking.

                He was scared for me because I was smaller and younger. But I knew if it came to a fight, I could handle myself. I’d get hurt, no doubt, but I could manage.

                “Hey, I’ll be okay. Worry about yourself,” I said and kissed him. He tightened his arms around me and I rested my head on his chest.

                “Hey Zeke, remember what happened the other day? At Taco Bell?” I asked quietly, my mind suddenly spinning.

                Zeke nodded. “Yea. What about that?” he asked curiously. We had gone on a date and ended up at Taco Bell with Trace and Kory. Trace’s ex girlfriend, Juliet, had showed up and threatened Trace that she would get him back. A usual jealous girl.

                But she had been eyeing me and Zeke when she said that. Jealous girls could do some crazy shit, and this one was friends with Davey.

                Would Davey use Juliet? Would he use her to try to break me and Zeke up? He could use her for that purpose, while she simply thought she would be making Trace jealous.   

                “Nothing,” I muttered to Zeke, my head pounding. “Just remind to stop thinking from now on. It hurts my brain.”

                He chuckled and kissed my cheek. “Oh Tommy. Hey, let’s go on a date tomorrow, okay? But let me take us there so I can surprise you for once,” he said with a smile.

                I nodded and pressed my lips to his. “Okay. Sounds good,” I said with a slight shrug. But I suddenly had a very, very bad feeling about this.

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A.N.- Sorry this chapter sucks Dx