Steve was gonna just head back to his dorm, but on his way out, he spotted him again. The guy he mistook for Teresa earlier.
Man, what a hottie, Steve nearly gushed, in his mind, as he walked directly towards him.
"Hey, hot stuff. Remember me?" Steve asked.
The guy turned in his direction with a sneer. "Yeah, I remember. You're that faggot that tried to kiss me earlier."
Faggot? Steve thought, knowing that something was wrong with that. He wasn't a faggot, was he?
He didn't even see it coming. First, he was standing up, smiling at the guy, then the next, he was in crumpled pile on the floor. The guy hit him! He actually slugged him in the face!
Steve's eyesight was a bit blurry, but his hearing was okay. He could still hear the music and people talking and laughing with each other. Oh, and the guy's voice, speaking directly into his ear, his hot breath hitting the side of his face in the process.
"If I ever see you again, I'll do more than punch you. I'll kill you. There's nothing more I hate than faggots." Then he was gone and Steve was left alone on the floor. No one even tried to help him up. Eventually, he had to do that himself.
Sitting up a little, Steve played out in his head everything that happened. He couldn't believe it. No wonder the guy slugged him! Steve was hitting on him! He even remembered what was going through his head at the time, about how he was hoping to take the guy to a hotel room somewhere and have sex with him, because he thought he looked so hunky. What the hell was wrong with him?! Why was he having all of these faggy thoughts?
He placed his hand on his hurt face, wondering if there was a bruise there. Of course, if there was, he could always just cover it up with some make-up.
Did he just think about wearing make-up? Oh, gawd! When was this going to stop?
