No Hate

He felt the air whoosh out of his chest as a large, bulky boy slammed him into a locker. He hit the spray-painted metal with a muted "thud", and the bulky boy pressed up against him.
"You like that, huh, fag?" The bully asked the teenager, using a mocking tone and gay slurs.
"Nope. You aren't my type, all big and tough. A bit of a turn off, plus, you're a bit of an ass." The bullied boy in this situation replied a bit breathlessly, due to being shoved against a locker. He had a slightly high voice, not overly high, but just a bit.
"Then why are you all out of breath, faggot?" The bully, Christian, was a weight lifter, even though he was fairly muscular, he was kind of chubby, and all his weight pressing against the boy wasn't making it any easier for the other teen to catch his breath.
"I dunno, I just got shoved against a fucking locker. No big deal, right?" Oliver, the boy up against the locker responded sarcastically. He was quite scrawny, actually; standing at five eight and barely one hundred five pounds.
"Tell me you aren't turned on right now, fag." The chubby boy taunted Oliver, wanting some sort of response that would satisfy his own wanting of the scrawny boy.
"I'm not turned on in the slightest, sorry, Christian. I mean, you're a bit of a bitch, you're kinda, well, large, the only insults you know are "fag" and "faggot", I bet you can't even spell them, and you aren't my type. At all." Oliver bluntly told him; he really wasn't in the mood for this, all he wanted to do is, go home, touch up his eye shadow, change out of his school uniform, and get ready for his date tonight with his boyfriend.
"You, you're insulting me?" Christian scoffed, trying to hide his disappointment with disbelief, "I'm not the one wearing eye shadow!"
"Grow up," The gay teen was really growing sick of these taunts, "just finish whatever it is you're trying to do, and let me go."
"Got some big plans for tonight? Gonna go sell yourself out and suck some dick?" The large teen was trying to infuriate Oliver, trying to get something, ANYTHING other than the icy sarcastic calm that he keeps responding with.
"Um. No. I'm not a whore, are we done here? I'm kinda busy this afternoon." Oliver sighed, not only was he busy, but these daily encounters were beginning to grow quite trivial.
"Whatever," the bully was unsure of how to respond, so he shoved the innocent teen against the locker as the words left his lips and he walked away.
"Mother fucker." The bullied teen said under his breath as he walked off.
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Oliver was home after a few minutes of driving, he did live with his parents, they were very excepting of his sexuality, and supported him quite a bit. Both of his parents worked, so he always came home to an empty house. He ran upstairs to his room and began his homework before getting ready.
About an hour later he had finished his homework and was now beginning getting ready. First, he had to wash his face, getting off all the remnants of his earlier makeup off his face. Then, he changed from his school uniform into a simple black dress with two blue stripes going down it. After that, he began doing his makeup; he applied heavy eyeliner, and a blue eye shadow to accent the blue on his dress. Finally, he was ready for his date.
Oliver is not transgendered and knows that not all gay guys have to be feminine. He really does N just like the style; the dresses, and the eye shadow, he adores it. He also loves being a boy, and he wouldn't change who he was for anything. In fact, his boyfriend is fairly masculine, but he also has his fair shake of girl’s shirts. It really just depends on the personality.
As Oliver was running down the stairs, there was a knock on the door, he answered it, and there standing in the doorway was his boyfriend.
"Hey, Cole!" Oliver exclaimed, embracing his boyfriend.
"Hi, Oliver," Cole, the bullied teen's boyfriend smile, and kissed him. Once they had finished kissing, Cole asked, "you ready?"
"Oh, yeah!" He couldn't help but be excited, his boyfriend went to a different school, and they only got to go out like this every so often. As they were walking out, Oliver couldn't help but notice his boyfriend's outfit; Cole was wearing a pair of pants, and a shirt that read "I <3 boys". Oliver, of course, had to compliment him on it. "Dude, I love your shirt!"
"Thanks, hun, I think you look amazing tonight!" Cole responded with a smile as they got into the car.
"I'm glad!" Oliver said with a smile, and continued with, "You wouldn't guess what happened at school today..."
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After Oliver left school, Christian could not get him out of his head. Even though he was homophobic, he was homosexual. He couldn't help it; boys were just so well, great. No one could know, though, so he had to bully Oliver to keep himself safe. When he had his first crush on a boy, he figured he would do these masculine things to "kill the gayness"; it didn't work, neither did looking at inappropriate pictures of girls. Nothing "cured" him, no matter how hard he tried. He hated this about himself, and he was incredibly jealous of his crush, if Oliver could be so open, why can't he?
Christian doesn't hate homosexuals, in fact, he is one; if he hated them, he would hate himself, right? He just doesn't like them, and finds their lifestyle unappealing. He just happens to be one, but maybe if he tries harder he can make it stop. This isn't hate, right? No hate.