08-05-2010, 07:13 AM
"It's not rejection." He said softly, what he wanted to do right now was hold the jock's hand but that would probably be mean and cruel after everything they had talked about. He wished things could work out perfectly, but perfect didn't exist, especially in his life.
The moment Vince saw his car his stomach dropped once again. The vehicle was too close to the ground the the tires he could see where flat and out of air and he could only guess why. "Well I'm fucked." He said one of the head lights were dangling and the other one was smashed in and he was sure that was only the beginning of the damage that his car had. When Jock boy's car stopped Vince opened the door to survey the car and take in an account of all the damage. Silver glittered underneath the horrible green blue paint job and he moved so he could see what had been keyed into the side of the car. The word F A G stretched across the driver's side. "You would think he would be a little more creative then that." he said out loud to no one his lips pressed in a tight line. Anger coursing through his small body drowning out any other emotion present. "That fucking douchebag!" He exploded wanting to kick something.
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