No

You clench your fists angrily, ready to fight, before you come to your senses. Both of these guys are head taller than you and slam into other guys for fun--if you fought them you'd lose hard. Sighing, you unclench your fists and sit back down.

"Aww, not so tough now, are you?" Dylan laughs. "You scared, bitch? You a scared little fag?"

Ignore them, just ignore them...

"Come on, little fag," Brady says. "Why won't you fight us? You a scared little gayboy?"

"What is your deal?" you ask, standing back up. "You two are over here calling _me _gay, but I have literally never seen one of you without the other. You're bonded at the hip--or maybe the ass?"

That riled them up. The jocks look at each other for a moment, and walk away.

Wow, that went better than expected. Who would have guessed a pair of muscle-bound jocks wouldn't beat you up if you insulted them?

As lunch wraps up, you move onto your next class--gym. Like always, you intentionally show up a little late so you don't have to deal with the crowded locker room.

All alone, you quickly change into your gym clothes. You turn to leave, but, as you do, you run right into Dylan.

"'Bonded at the ass', huh?" Dylan growls. He gets in close to you, and then aggressively shoves you back. OK, looks like they are gonna beat you up. "I'll show you what it's like to be bonded to someone's ass, you fagboi."

Before you can do anything, Brady is behind you. He puts his hands on your shoulders and pushes you to your knees as Dylan turns his back to you. "Kiss it, fagboi."