sleepnaz1961

the locker, immediately knowing who it was. "What the fuck do you want?" "Whoa!" he chuckled, leaning against the locker with a smile. "What's wrong with YOU, babe?" "You don't get it, do you?" I said, walking away, with him on my tail. "No, not really," he joked. "What's wrong, babe?" "Stop fuckin' calling me that!" I blurted out. Just then, I felt a tap on my ass. "What the--" I turned around to see one of my supposedly close friends. "Faggot!" he laughed, walking past Jordan. This angered him, and without second thought, he tackled my friend. "Don't you EVER fuckin' call him that again, you fuckin' douche bag!" He punched him one good time in the face, spilling blood on the white floor. There was a crowd around us three, and I was embarrassed. Eventually