20 Im Gay (1/2)

What am I going to do? I'm so scared. I almost peed in my pants!

The manicure nails stabbed my flesh. I wondered if the red on them were actually my blood. It went deeper when I didn't answer the question.

”I'm asking you why Leigh!”

I know! I know!

A woman dressed in gold gown pushed the toilet door in and changed her mind speedily closing the door with a bang. I saw the gay guard went into men's toilet at that moment, wanted to call, and changed my mind speedily too. He wouldn't help me. I kind of understand the gold gown woman. Who wouldn't be afraid of those menacing stare? Not to mention the one who was sitting across this maniac at the table. Hell, yeah, it was the mayor, Natalie's dad.

And now, the queen was squeezing my flesh, trying to break my bones demanding an answer which would result in neck breaking for sure.

Natalie moved her hands up to my neck. I could be a great fortune teller!

”Tell me, or die. Are you flirting with Dylan?!”

”…am…not…” That was the true part and I could only manage to say that much.

”I don't believe you!”

She fetched the power from somewhere and her hands fastened even firmer around my neck. There was no doubt she was the one inflicting all the miseries that happened to me at school. After all, she was Dylan's number one fan club and she was the queen who always got everything she wanted.

Natalie's nails now went deep under my skin. Her teeth clacked as tight as a vice. The beautiful wallpapered walls seemed to lose their sharpness. She strangled my only way in for the oxygen. And now, there was only one way out for me. Sorry Dylan.

I struggled for her arms and sank my nails in there too. Natalie screamed and let go.

”Listen.” I said with a wheeze and panted for air badly. ”I--”

Natalie shrieked. She didn't listen to me anymore. Taking off her high heel, she aimed the pointy side at me. Shit, noooooo!

I screamed into her face briskly.

”DYLAN'S GAY!”

Ooh. It really stops her.

”What are you saying?” The queen's voice and eyes were still threatening but at least she didn't move forward any further.

”Don't you believe me?” I spoke really fast. The idea form that gay guard woven a story in my head. ”I found it out. That's why we're closed. I'm keeping this secret for him. I'm sorry I lie to everyone about Dylan being my drawing model. I didn't. I just saw him kiss the blond hair guy one day.”

”I don't be--”

I shut her off. ”He's here too, the blond guy.” I wasn't sorry, Nate. ”You wanna see?”

Natalie started putting her shoe back on. ”Show me.”