Chapter 4

“Out of my way, fag!”

JJ turned around to see that one of the basketball goons had pushed Milton, almost knocking him to the floor.

“Hey, dumbass!” JJ sprinted down the hallway and got in the guy’s face. “What are you doing pushing my friend?”

“I should ask what the fuck you’re doing standing up for a queer? You one as well?”

JJ kept his cool. “The word is gay, and, no, I’m not. Milton is my friend, and no one”—he pushed the guy—who was a couple inches taller and about ten pounds heavier, against the wall—“disses my friends.”

“It’s okay,” Milton said from a few feet away. He’d moved back.

JJ, not letting go of the asshole or moving his eyes from him, said to Milton, “No, it isn’t okay.” To the jock, he demanded, “Now apologize,” while continuing to stare the guy down.

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?”

JJ heard the teacher, but kept his gaze on the jock. “Do we have a problem?” he asked quietly.

“Uh, no, no problem.”