Faggot

Chapter Three: The Truth Comes Out
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Oh my, you guys are the best!
Honestly, you've been the biggest help for me.

Young Sage: Thank you so much for that review.
You have no idea how insightful and helpful that was!
And yeah, I never meant to obscure the love interest between the two;
It seemed pointless and unnecessary. And about the blue-eyes bit...
I'm channeling my own slight fetish for blue eyes, and I wanted one of my characters to have blue eyes.
Thanks for the advice, it helps me stay on the right track.

kordavamennemer: Haha... if you think Felix is a show-off now...
haha just wait 'til you see how much of a ham he REALLY is.
And yeah, I've been trying to format it correctly. When I write it in word it turns out pretty fine.
But I can't convert the page into something that can be uploaded, unfortunately... so I have to copy + paste it.
Therein lies the issue. But I'm working on it, and hopefully improving. I'm glad you like it so far!

Camui: Yeah... I get plot ideas at the weirdest times. I keep a little notebook on me because of it.
I'll probably have to keep going back and editing the chapters anyhow. I feel like there are still some parts that seem like they were written by a high school sophomore and I'm trying to fix that.


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Mark stood, dumbfounded.
“Uh… wait… Felix?”

The older boy jogged after him. The rest of his group was lounging on the picnic table again, and Felix had found himself a spot, leaning back, resting on his forearms on the edge off the tabletop with his feet dangling off the edge.
“For a guy who climbed that rope in three minutes, you’re pretty slow.” The other guys laughed.
Mark just shrugged. “Eh… I only push myself when I have to.”
Felix nodded. “Tch… yeah… when big ol’ dogbreath is snarlin’ down your neck, right?”
Mark laughed and nodded. “Yep! That’s exactly when.” Mark couldn’t get Felix’s answer out of his head, though. ‘What did that mean? Was he still joking? Or… not?’

“..ark… Hello… Mark? Earth to Seiler!”
Mark looked up. “Eh?”
Felix chuckled, and his eyes held an air of secrecy. “You seem so out of it, Seiler. As I was saying before you got all scatter-brained… pop a squat.” He patted the only empty space on the picnic bench. Mark jumped onto the table, making it squeak under the weight.
“I don’t think the table likes your ass, Mark.” One of the boys called out from the mass of lounging bodies. “Well why don’t you show it how to like my ass? A good smooch should do it good.”
When nothing but a few snickers replied, Mark tried again. “Come on, kiss my fucking ass, if you’re gonna make jokes like that.” Felix turned over to him, an amused expression on his face, one of his brows raised. “You sure you want me to do that in public, Mark?” more snickers ensued, although Mark couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened since he met Felix.

After chatter had erupted from the snickers and the group was off in their own conversations, Mark turned over to Felix. “Hey, Shattner, I got a question for you.” Felix sighed. “Alright, shoot. What's your question?”
Mark paused, wondering how to ask. He decided not to beat around the bush. “Are you really a fairy?”
At this question, everyone on the picnic table went deathly quiet.
“Wow… I didn’t think you’d all be that interested. But since you asked, yes!” Felix jumped off the table and stood proudly in front of the group of boys. “I’m Felix the fairy, and you better not forget it.” it was calm before the storm, and then an eruption of chatter spewed forth from the group.

“Fucking duh! I knew it!”

“Does this mean we can still call you fairy and everything else?”

“Since when?”

“Do ya got a boyfriend?”

Felix sighed. “You can still call me those names, if you really want to. That’s none of your business, and no, I’m single and livin’ large!”
Felix tried his best to answer all the other questions, but there were too many of them. As Felix sat back down and they went back into their normal conversations, another group started to approach the table.
“Hey, Marky-poo…!” a sickly-sweet, sing-songy voice rang out as another upperclassman approached them, with his smaller band of friends lagging behind.
“Tch… Greg Lieberman. Enough with the names. We all know you have deep affections for me, but honestly… don’t you care at all about your reputation?” Mark and his buddies all shared a laugh and a couple high-fives.
“How’s your babysittin’ goin’? Looks like you’ve got quite a handful of snot-nosed kids here. And your newest addition is such a tyrant! I could take him off your hands…”
“No. Felix stays. How about you go? That’d be nice. Because the only snot-nosed little bugger I see around here is you.”
Greg popped the collar on his light pink polo shirt. “Oh, come on… they’ve obviously driven you so crazy that you’ve become delusional.” Mark shook his head. “Look. The agreement was, everyone that’s the shit is a part of my crew, unless I say otherwise. Meaning, you get all the rejects. We both shook on it. You remember that, don’t you? I had to put glue on my hand just to make sure you wouldn’t pull your hand away at the last minute.”

Greg scowled. “Oh yes… I remember that… and I also remember how we had to walk around the rest of the day holding hands because you, being the idiot that you are, used the extra strong shit.”
Mark laughed. “Oh, deal with it. You liked it. It’s very rare that I let people hold my hand all day! You should feel like the luckiest little fucker around, eh?” Mark stood up from his seat on the picnic table while his guys laughed at his joke. Felix also stood up.
“Why do you guys want me so badly, anyways? I’m nothing like you.” He jerked his head towards their attire. All of them wore polo shirts of different pastel colors with their collars popped up. They either wore khaki pants, or plaid pants with a color scheme similar to their different colored shirts. He cocked a brow and grimaced at their wallaby shoes. “Yeah… no, I don’t see the connection.”
Greg shrugged. “You impress me. You haven’t even been here for a day and you’re already on Mark’s good side. You make the lowest rope time in all three gym classes... need I say more? The way I see it, we could totally rock the ladies, and you’d be in with a better crowd.”
Felix laughed. “Rock the ladies?” the rest of the group laughed as well. “I’m sorry man, but I don’t like to rock any ladies. It’s not my bag, you see. And from what I can tell, this crowd is much better than yours.”

Greg was losing, and he didn’t take too lightly to that.

“You don’t like to rock the ladies? What are you, some kind of queen? Are you a faggot? Do you play for the other team?”
Felix exchanged a few looks with Mark and the others. “Batter up!” he then made the motion of swinging a baseball bat. “Ooh, that ball’s outta there!” Greg just stared in disgust at him.
“Aw, what’s wrong, Greggy-poo? Are your hopes dashed because you thought you might actually get some action with me around? That’s ok, we still love you.” He then blew him a kiss, turned around and went back to the snickers and laughter from his friends.

“You think you’re so hot because you got accepted amongst freaks. You know, you’re better off in this group of losers. It fits you.” Felix stopped goofing with his gang, and his eyebrow started twitching. He didn’t turn around. “You wanna repeat that to my face, jerk-off?”

Mark and his buddies watched closely to see what would happen.

“Yeah. Turn around, fairy.” Felix turned around just in time to nimbly duck the right hook thrown at him. “Fuck. I was wishing I didn’t have to lay down too much force on my first day, but I gotta deal with all you fuckin’ homophobes, don’t I?”

Just as another punch was thrown at him, he grabbed Greg’s right wrist, stopping the flying fist in its tracks. He then pulled Greg’s right arm in to the left, making him move forward, in towards his side. Felix hooked his foot around Greg’s ankle, so that Greg began to trip from the pulling on his wrist. Felix stopped him just in time to give him enough balance, but not enough to give him back his control.
“You know, I could let you drop, and then you’d have a nasty little face injury. Then you’d look as ugly as you are on the inside. I could drop you, and I should drop you. But I won’t, because I’m better than that, and I’m better than you. Throwing fucking punches while my back is turned… only cowards do that. Is that what you are? A coward? Just because I won’t ‘rock the ladies’ with you?”
He pulled Greg back up, kicking him back against his goons. “You got a ‘fly’ posse. Go fuck with their heads before you try to fuck with ours.” Greg left, mumbling random obscenities under his brea