Gym

Reaching the locker room, my head still lost in thoughts of what I'd done to upset Jessica, I ended up running headfirst into Trevon, the black, tall, muscled, school football quarterback with his lower half wrapped in nothing but a towel.

"Damn, white boy. Watch where you're goin." He says in a deep smooth voice.

Looking down, he sees that its me, and he laughs.

"Oh, damn. My bad dude. Be careful though. Gonna fuck up and smack your head on a pipe."

His friends laugh at this.

"O-okay. Sorry." I stammer, trying to meet his gaze

"Got somethin fun planned for after school?" He asked, his friends laughing even harder now, but trying halfheartedly to conceal it.

"I-I'm just going to my girlfriends house." I stammered

"Ah, yeah, Jess right?" He said, his smile getting broader now

I nod, wondering for a moment how he had even known.

"Have fun." He says, laughing himself now as he pushes me aside roughly to get past. I landed hard on the bench in front of the lockers, and stayed sitting while his friends passed, laughing and shooting contemptuous glances at me as they did.