Queer bent bastard

The first thing that was unusual on Monday morning was that Jason didn’t stop by to pick me up and walk to school with me; I wasn’t particularly surprised about that. The other thing that was unusual was the absolute silence as I walked into the school. Normally everyone would be talking, laughing, and jostling around; instead, everyone was standing around, but nobody was saying a word. It was eerie. It didn’t take me long to find out what was going on, though. As I started to unlock my locker, there were a few snickers. Then, as I pulled the door open, painted on the inside of the door were the words “queer bent bastard”. I stared at it for a few seconds, then, showing no emotion whatsoever, I quietly closed my locker door and slowly made my way through the crowd of snickering classmates to the front door of the school and outside.

It would have been bad enough if he had simply told people…but this? I could picture any number of my classmates being cruel enough to do something like this, but not Jason. How did I know it was him? Jason was the only other person who knew my lock combination, plus he was the only other person, besides my mom, who knew I was a “queer bent bastard”. Unfortunately, after being best friends for six years–‘Friends Forever’–I thought I could trust him with my secret. I was wrong and I felt devastated.