A Bully Volunteers

Andrew decided to have an open stage performance at the annual local festival for local charities. There were rides, food, and a talent show, along with many different booths selling handicrafts and trinkets. Andrew was only rising in popularity, he was mostly known in his school where he had perform for talent show. Weeks prior, he had stuck posters across school walls advertising his upcoming performance. Which got enough people excited, and hopefully some of his homophobic bullies ready to ruin his show somehow.

That day is here, the moment is now. A talented flaming baton twirler had exeunt the stage. The emcee spoke her outro, and then announced his name and performance. "Please welcome, Andrew the Amazing! and his magical performance!" his schoolmates clapped in excitement in the middle of the larger audience. Andrew was both nervous and excited, as an opening act though, he opted not to walk up, but instead vanished from his current spot behind stage, and reappeared in a puff of smoke on the stage in front of the microphone and spectators. This easily earned the applaud from the audience despite just starting. The clap really boosted his confidence, which he needed when he saw the snickering bullies in the back. He decided to have his fun.

"For my first real performance, I need a volunteer from the audience, any takers?" the girls from his school predictably raised their hands, he opted to ignore them in favor of one who didn't raise his hands, one bully named Derek. "You!" with a point of his finger, he cast influence over Derek to raise his hand so the audience didn't suspect him of bias. "You may remain there, while I-" he reached for the air and grasped it like he was grabbing a handful of sand, then threw a handful of dust in the spot next to him, making Derek appear there, which followed by expressions of a wowed audience, along with their whispers and speculations.

Derek in just his jeans and tight t-shirt looked around terrified as he was on stage and not among the audience like he was just literal seconds ago. It was a priceless expression Andrew had never seen on him before. A year prior, Derek and his friends grabbed Andrew while he was in the locker room showers and threw him out in a gym full of students, exposing his naked body out in the gym. He wanted to enact ****. He didn't like to admit it, Derek is the hottest of the crew of bullies; how can a (presumably) straight guy have such perfectly soft lips, flawless skin, with a messy hair that looked good with his face, along with a perfectly muscular body? The crowd seemed have the same thought as they saw a hunk of a college jock standing next to a lean handsome magician.