“It’s a choice, those fucking faggots choose to like each other,” Brett, the top homophobe of the school, whispers to his friends. I’ve been told the best way to stop those types of things is to not answer to them so I don’t.

“Fucking faggot,” Again.

“FUCKING QUEER,” and again.

“Wanna have up-the-butt sex, Gabe?” Brett jokes. I’ve had enough.

“Yeah, Brett, I’d have up-the-butt sex, because you’re so fucking attractive and your ego is so fucking big that your dick must be too,” I say to him. He stops laughing and gives me a disgusted look, meaning I caught his attention, “And you know, since you’re so smart, I’d think that for one second you’d wonder that if we get all this bullshit from you geniuses, that choosing to be gay would be a ton of fun.”

“I—uh—”

“You, uh what? I’m sick of your bullshit, Brett, because you know what, I guess that wasn’t you that I saw flirting with that one guy at the football game Tuesday.”

When the bell rings, I walk out confident and see Brett speechless behind me.