“He shoved me into a locker and called me a lady-boy and a queer,” Jayden said evenly. “So I hit him.”
“Hitting him for name-calling…”
“It’s homophobic discrimination,” Jayden said carefully.
“…is hardly an appropriate reaction,” Mr. West spoke over him determinedly.
“Seems plenty appropriate to me,” Dad said, sitting forward and bracing his elbows on his knees, glowering at Mr. West under his eyebrows. “My wife and I have sat right here several times in the last few years demanding you do something about these kids bullying my son, that little shit included.”
“Mr. Phillips, please!”
“You haven’t done shit. And now my kid finally stands up for himself and smacks a kid who fucking deserves it, you’re going to punish my son?”
“Violence is not…”
“Seems acceptable when it’s the straight kids, but not when it’s the gay ones.”
Mr. West went white; Jayden stared at his father, stunned by both the defence and the genius of his approach. “Mr. Phillips, I assure you, my reaction is…”