As I flip a coin in my hand, the teacher goes on about how World War 2 started and ended. The coin was about the size of a quarter. It was old and dirty with age and usage. I keep flipping it until class was over.
When class ended, one of my close friends came up to talk to me about his girl problems and how he can't get a girl to like him. I just listened and understood. I couldn't get any guys to like me.
"Hey," I told him, "I have a question."
"What is it?" He turned to me.
"Would you like to go out sometime?"
He looked at me with such disgust, "Ew, why I ever date you? You're a fucking fag," he left and we haven't talked since.
It's been a decade since that class and I was working at a workplace when my boss let me go because of my sexuality. I get my stuff and leave. While on my way home, I bumped into a gentleman.
He was about 26 with blue eyes, black hair and pierced ears. He had a black leather jacket and black pants to match. He was fit with pronounced biceps and calves. Overall, attractive
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean.... Johnny, is that you?" He asked
"Yeah, do I know you?"
"I'm Trevor from high school. We were best friends."
"I don't know a Trevor."
"Are you serious? We were friends since we were five, how do you not me?"
"I now , you were that guy who called me a fucking fag."
"I'm sorry I did that to you. It was because I was jealous. I was trying to figure out what I was and I wasn't ready for that."
"So you called me a fag and didn't talk to me for a decade? Now you want me to forgive you? Fat chance. Bye bitch," I walked away from him.
I arrived home to see my boyfriend sitting on the couch, playing Skyrim on his Xbox.
"Hey babe, I got laid off my job."
"I'm sorry, baby. I can help you find a new job if you want."
"That would be great, thank you."
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