"And that's, essentially, what the Watergate scandal was about, as well as its numerous effects on American politics and culture." Richey stated.
"Thank you Mr. Kirk and Mr. Doyle. You may be seated."
Mr. Sumner lead the class in its obligatory applause, which was decidedly less enthused than it had been at the beginning of the presentations. Overall, I'd say we got an A. This despite the fact Mr. Sumner rarely gives A's.
"That went pretty well, I think." Richey whispered to me as we picked up our papers from Mr. Sumner's podium.
"As well as could be expected."
We both made our way to the back of the class. One of Arthur Campbell's buddies stuck a foot out to trip Richey, who regained his footing without much effort. He kept walking, used to this sort of behavior. Stuart Murdock chuckled with his friends.
I wasn't.
"Oh shit!" I shouted.
Pretending to stumble, my body angled towards their table. I made damn sure the big mother fucker of reference book we'd used to quote from in our presentation, yay required book sources, hit Stuart in the face. Stuart squealed like a pig when it caught him in the nose, his eyes instantly tearing up. I leaned in close after I'd picked the book off the ground to whisper in his ear.
"Watch where you put your feet Stu, else someone could get hurt."
I stood up straight to grip his shoulder tightly.
"Gee Stu, I'm so sorry about that, are you okay?" I asked loud enough for the class to hear.
"Fine..." He muttered through the hands covering his face.
"Well thank goodness for that. So sorry, totally my fault." I patted his back before walking back to my seat next to Richey.
"Was that necessary?"
I plopped the heavy book between us.
"It felt like the thing to do."
"I can take up for myself you know."
"So can I."
"You don't need to though. I'm used to it."
"I want to, and you shouldn't be used to getting treated like shit."
"How noble of you. Out to change the world one page at a time." He thumbed through the pages of the heavy book for dramatic effect.
"He touched my boyfriend so I responded in kind. I don't see anything unreasonable there."
"Why don't you tell him that? He keeps looking back here, along with his friends."
"I'm sure I made an enemy or three."
"Just make sure you know what you're doing. We don't have that long left till we graduate. Ain't no need to stir the shit if we ain't gotta."
"Doesn't mean I'm compromising morals for the sake of convenience."
"It's not compromising morals, it's being smart. Why would you willfully invite trouble you could easily avoid? So what if they want to trip me, or shove me around a little? I can take it Ethan, I've taken it for years."
"And that's my fault." He started to interrupt. "No, it is. I saw it take place and I kept my head in that 'It's not my problem' mind set. I was wrong. When people let these idiots get away with this shit they only encourage them to keep being assholes. It has to be shamed out of them. A message has to be sent that this shit won't be tolerated."
"How's the air up there on your high horse?"
"Shut up."
"I think Mr. Sumner's going to pass out."
Mr. Sumner leaned back in his chair with his chin on his chest while Cindy Hawthorne's monotone voice droned on.
"Maybe. To be fair, Renaissance art never was all that thrilling to have read off to you. 'And this is the Mona Lisa, ain't it nice?'" I did my best Cindy impression.
Richey found it funny at least.
Class, as well as the rest of the day, went smooth. Richey and I studied for our various classes some more at my house. I'd only been to his house once. His mother had quietly thanked me, to which I mutely accepted. After that, she stayed in her study while Richey and I watched TV for a couple of hours. We both agreed that it perhaps wasn't best to bring our relationship in her presence if we didn't need to. She may not be willing to kick him out, but it was clear she didn't approve. His brother, Virgil, was rarely seen. The twelve year old son of a slain deputy apparently spent most of his time with the grandparents. Most of our time was spent at my house, or going to cheap restaurants.
The shit has to hit the fan some time though.
"So Lars says to the guy-"
"What's up fag?" Shot from behind my shoulder, instantly cutting off Richey's story.
We were sitting at our new table, minding our own duly processed government meals.
"Go fuck a dog Arthur, at least you'll have an I.Q. match for a change." Richey calmly retorted.
Arthur ignored this statement, choosing instead to place a hand on my shoulder to ask directly to my ear. "What're you doing hanging with this fag Doyle?"
I really wish Lars had been there. He had the flu. Bastard was probably eating soup while watching shitty daytime TV.
Anger festered up within me, boiling like a pot on the stove. Taking note, it occurred to me how close Arthur's nuts were to my elbow. A quick move would result in tears from both sides. Joy from mine, pain from his.
I looked up to meet his eyes, my face remaining impassive. Richey hadn't managed to catch my gaze, though I was somewhat aware of his quiet pleas to keep my cool. What can I say? I don't always listen.
"This 'fag,'" I let the word pour like acid off my tongue. "Is my boyfriend, as a matter of fact."
Arthur's eyes almost leapt out his skull. Every shiny tooth his parents paid for gleamed in his open mouth.
"Boyfriend?" He asked in a stunned voice.
"Correct. And as is my right as an overprotective prick, I demand you apologize for that insult."
"Apologize?!"
"Right again. Look at you, you're on a roll Arthur. This is a nice change of pace for you."
"Fuck you, faggot. I can't believe you of all people crossed over to the rainbow side. Tell me, how's his cock feel up your ass?" He was getting louder, drawing some stares from around the cafeteria. "What's it like being the bitch of a bitch? I bet-"
My elbow shot back into his orbs of imminent destruction. The air whooshed out of his lungs in a pathetic squeal which was only cut off from lack of oxygen. When he doubled over, I grabbed the back of his head and slammed in on the table, holding it there with my hand. He was on his knees next to my chair, holding his nuts with his right ear smashed against the table. His face was squished up from the pressure I was applying.
"Ethan-" Richey warned.
"Calm down Rich. I ain't lost my temper in many a year, and I ain't about to change that today. However, we are going to take this time we've been allowed to clear up a few things. First off," I took a bite out of my chicken sandwich, wanting nothing more than to create some extra time for Arthur's embarrassment. It occurred to me how none of his 'friends' were coming to the rescue. "You're done saying anything negative to Richey. From now on, if you say anything less than 'Good day Mr. Kirk.' I'll be sure to find you and expand on this lesson."
"Secondly, you're to leave me alone. I don't like you. I've never like you. You've treated everyone around here like they owe you something for just being you and I'm sick of it. You're dad's a dentist and your mom's a lawyer. Good for them. You're a piece of shit who couldn't find shit in a sewer. I've never met someone who was as self-centered as you. I'd rather be sodomized with a rusty fishing knife then listen to you talk for another minute."
I paused to take a defiant drink of my apple juice. One hundred percent all natural baby. Not counting preservatives, hormones, donkey piss, and whatever else went in there.
"Finally, the next time I hear of you giving anyone shit for being who they are, whether that be gay, straight, stupid, smart, or fat, I'm going to find you and show you just how much I don't like you. Much like the consequences from number one really. Sorry, I'm not that creative. Richey can think of punishments later. You know, after he fucks my ass. Now run along." I patted the side of his head, then pushed him over onto his side.
He sat back on his ass, legs curled in front of him. His face was red, his eyes much the same with a few clear lines going down his face. The heat coming off his face could've probably melted an iceberg. He looked around to find no one willing to come help him. With an angry huff, he stood up to shout.
"You'll pay for this faggot! This isn't over!" Then he marched out the cafeteria.
