Let the Song Last Forever
High school, senior year…
It was the day before graduation, and all hell had broken loose.
“Little Evie Harper is a fag!” Stellan Gretsch announced to everyone within earshot, his voice taunting me from where he stood surrounded by his jock friends.
Coward.
“Asshole! You tricked me!” I yelled, filled with equal parts fear and shame. I adjusted the thick glasses on my face and turned to walk away from the jeering crowd of homophobes in the hallway by the lockers.
But it wasn’t over.
“Look at you!” he continued. “f*****g little girly man with those cute little curls hanging to your shoulders. You’re a sick, perverted cunt. Go find yourself a pole and jam it up your ass, if you’re that desperate for a ride. It sure as s**t ain’t happenin’ with me.”
I started
