I foolishly expected Gary to mature beyond his hatred of the LGBT community, but he simply didn’t. If anything, he doubled down even further, pushing the boundaries of decency and patience—if such a thing was even possible.
“Hi, Mr. Gay!” he shouted loudly in the hallway, his tone dripping with mockery and disdain.
That was the moment Matthew, who had endured Gary’s crap for far too long, finally snapped. Without hesitation, he grabbed Gary by the collar and slammed him face-first into the nearest locker. The sound of the impact echoed through the hall, silencing the usual buzz of chatter.
Gary’s nose hit the metal hard, and blood began to spill almost immediately. Clutching his face, he cursed furiously, his voice muffled by the hand that now tried to stem the bleeding.
“You
