Mr Old Bully

Dante's POV

Hakim stared at me with his green eyes full of disgust. Those emerald green eyes that I loved so much were now cold and icy. He hated me with all his guts, and he never failed to show that with every little chance he got.

" Fag", he hissed. He couldn't get creative with his abusive names. It usually made me feel obligated to sit him down and teach him how to properly use abusive names.

" What did I do this time, Hakim?" I asked, trying so hard to keep my composure as his eyes bored into mine. Some students walked past us and saw what was happening, but the terror in their eyes could only allow them to stare at the whole thing from afar off.

" I'll tell you what you did", Hunter interjected, " I saw you staring at our dicks in the locker room, and it wasn't your first time doing it, you fucking pervert", he spat on my face.

" Spare me the crap. You guys flatter yourselves too much, they wasn't even much to stare at", I said as I wiped the spit off my face, trying to wriggle myself out of Hakim's grip but he was just too strong.

" Don't give me that bullshit Dante. I've caught you staring at me so many times in the past and it's just freaking annoying, you fucking homo. It's time to teach you a lesson", Hakim snarled.