Why Don't You Try Hitting On Him?

Lance Middle School

On the empty rooftop, there was a mess of tattered tables and chairs.

Derek picked up a chair which wasn't broken and sat on it. The chair creaked and its legs shook.

Larry threw him a bottle of soda. "Gary's gay bar opened last night. Why didn't you go?"

Derek caught the soda with one hand, opened it, and poured a mouthful of water into his throat. "I'm not gay like you. Why the f*ck would I go there?"

Larry smiled lazily. "So, you missed a good show…"

"What do you mean?" Derek put his legs on the table. Under the warm sun, he narrowed his eyes slightly and was relaxed.

"I saw your enemy, Mr. Walker, in that gay bar. Isn't it interesting?" Larry had a slender figure and fair and tender skin.

With his face blushing red, he looked just like a girl. "As soon as he appeared, the whole gay bar was in an uproar. A lot of people were sticking to him and stuffing their business cards into his hands!"