Queer bent bastard

Yep, I definitely had a lot to think about.

Saturday finally rolled around and true to his word, Kent pulled up in front of the house at exactly ten o’clock. I gave Mom a hug and kiss on the cheek and I headed out to Kent’s car.

“Hey, how’s it goin’?” he asked as we bumped fists.

“Great,” I replied. “Been takin’ it easy this week though.”

“Yeah, I noticed you haven’t been in school,” he said before asking, “You ARE gonna come back, aren’t you?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” I replied. “Mr. Robinson said I only have to come back to write finals, so I don’t know…maybe.”

“I think you should,” he stated. “Don’t let the assholes win, man, and don’t give in to your fears or they’ll take over. You were created gay and God doesn’t make mistakes. Be proud of who you are and don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.”

“Wow,” I exclaimed.

“Hey, I ain’t on the honour roll for nothin’,” he said, laughing.

“Obviously,” I responded with a grin.

“So, I never thought to ask before, but you do swim, don’t you?” he asked.