Loathing Logan
Carter, holds the phone on his right hand and looks at Dylan, smirking and nodding his head away from him.
"Man, this kid deserved it. Plain and simple, alright? Serves him right for being a fag." The word creeps on to Dylan's blood, making it boil. He was just ready to turn and close his locker door and walk out to meet up with coach, just as they were asked to; but now, he was unsure how to react. All he knows, is the blood in his veins is boiling with anger.
"You got something against gay people, asshole?" Dylan pushes past the guys, and stares at Carter just inches away from his face. Dylan easily beats his height by three inches, making Carter look up.
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