'Pray' For This Dude

Chapter Ten

Craig-

I got up for school the next day and dreaded even going. Some of the kids I go to school with go to the same church as me and I don't know if they saw the fight. I think it will just be very embarrassing to have to deal with people coming up to me and asking me what happened and s**t like that. No one at school really talks to me but I bet they will now. People only care about gossip and quote on quote tea.

I grabbed my bag and gave my mom a kiss before leaving for school. My school is very close to my house so I walk there every day. I like the walk to school, it gives me time to clear my head and not have to deal with those turds from my school just yet. And right on cue, here comes the straight boys, giving me my good morning greetings. "Hey, fairy."

"Really? You couldn't come up with another, better insult? I mean calling me a fairy isn't going to make me cry. It doesn't hurt my feelings." Even if it doesn't hurt my feelings, I still wish people would get over the fact that I'm gay. I've only been out for a couple of weeks, and there's plenty of closeted people who also go here, I would know. People should appreciate what I'm doing. I came out of the f*****g closet. I told everyone, they should look up to me. All the gays should reunite and stick up for each other. Sadly, they are all p*****s. I am the bravest black, gay guy ever! Well at least at this school. "Look at this video of your dad beating up a helpless preacher."

"What video?" The guy showed me his phone and there my dad was, knocking down the rev with techno music and sound effects playing in the background. "Your dads a meme now." He let out a stifle of laughter and his friends soon joined in.

"You mean this is going around school?"

"Yeah, pretty interesting stuff is also going around about you as well."

"Like what?" He shrugged his shoulder and left laughing with his friends. What does this mean? Do I have rumors going around the school about me? What could they even be saying? I rushed into the school building and I felt like I had all eyes on me. It felt like I had come out all over again. I tried hiding my face on the way to my locker. I don't know what's going on, I don't know what is being said and this kills. Well, I guess if I wanted to look at this positively, my reputation is already as low as it could be, can't be anything worse than being gay.

I opened up my locker and folded papers all spilled out from it. I picked up a couple of the papers and opened them to read it. 'Lunatic father!', 'Can't defend himself, Crippen', 'Sleeps with preacher’s son', 'Tries to turn preacher’s son gay!' All of the papers had horrible things written on them. I picked up all the papers from the floor and the rest from my locker and began ripping them up and tossing them in the waste bin in the hallway. The bell rung for the first period to start and kids were in the hallway laughing and pointing and watching the stupid video that someone decided to change and make it a f*****g joke.

I walked into class and slammed my stuff on my desk and laid my bed down, trying to bury myself as best as I can. Sometimes I wish I could be invisible. Not only are the rumors about my dad but they are also about Ray! You know how bad that is? I can take things being said about me but now they are being said about my dad and Ray? They are defenseless.

I have no clue where Ray is, and if his dad was lying about all those things Ray had supposedly said, then they are going to end up being true once Ray gets back and finds out all this crap that happened at church then circulated at school. Well, maybe I'm being a little over the top, no one seems to know who Ray is, so as long as no one finds out that the preacher son is Ray, then everything should be fine.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and looked up. "Oh, it's you."

"Ha, yeah it's me," Trevor said as he pulled the seat out from the desk next to me and sat down. "What do you want? I've already been ridiculed by my peers and by you once, I don't want to replay that again."

"I know I'm sorry, I just came to see how you were doing, all this stuff going around about you is pretty f****d up."

"How would you know? You like to add fuel to the fire."

"Craig, I said I was sorry, multiple times and I've tried making it up to you."

"Just because you said sorry doesn't mean it changes anything! First, you make fun of me when I came out then you continuously give your football jock friends misinformation about me and say I would try to sleep with you when really we both tried sleeping with each other, but now, I am so glad I didn't lose my virginity to you."

"So, you mean you lost your virginity?"

"That doesn't concern you, Trevor."

"So, the rumors are true? You're forcing the preacher's son to have s*x with you?" I rolled my eyes and placed my head back on the desk. "You know that's not true, but even if I were to tell you the truth, you'd go and change up the story anyway."

"Man, f**k you, Craig, I'm just trying to be your friend."

"Whatever, you were never a friend to me." He got up, pushing his chair back in and went back to his original seat, "You weren't even a good boyfriend to me," I whispered.

Pissing off Trevor is the last thing I want to do, I've learned my lesson already, to never trust him because if you upset him he will go around and spread nonsense about you and the stupid kids around will listen, no matter how crazy it sounds. The next couple of classes had gone by in a flash and lunch was approaching. I went through the lunch line and got my meal. I was trying to find a place to sit and I could hear the rumors being spread about me as I walked down the tables.

"I heard that his dad is secretly gay and is jealous that his son gets all the fun."

"Oh yeah, well I heard that his dad has been trying to sleep with the pastor but since the pastor is all God this and that he refuses and Craig's dad throws punches instead of forcing him like his son does."

"And that's why the preacher's son is gone because he needed to get away from all the forced blow jobs he gets." It was ridiculous, that is not what happened. I couldn't take this anymore, I had to get out, I had to tell someone what was going on. I dumped my lunch in the trash and went over to the principal's office to have a talk.