Calvin laughed.The fucking fag laughed.Brock wasn’t standing for that.He broke free of Calvin’s grasp,raised his fist,and threw a punch that didn’t connect.The world spun.Next thing he knew he was face down on the ground.“Fuck!”
Brock heard the gravel crunch next to him.
“You all right?”
’Course he wasn’t fuckin’all right,but no way was he going to tell Calvinthat.“Help me up.”
“So long as you promise not to throw any more punches.I’d hate to put you down again.”
“Fuck off.I just over-balanced is all.”
“Because you’re drunk off your ass.”
Calvin helped him up.God,everything hurt.
“Where’s my hat?”
“Here.”Calvin gave it to him.
Brock stuck it back on his head,trying to recapture what he could of his dignity.
“Come on,let’s get you home so I can get back to bed.”
They started across the parking lot again,Brock not resisting Calvin’s gripon his shoulder.
“Bet you used to dream of getting me into bed when we were in high school.”