"And this is Crichton Hall, where medical science classes take ..." Mark began, gesturing towards the building.
"Who's the hunk?"
"Huh?" Mark asked, turning. "Okay, you want to stay away from that guy. And don't stare at him." He paused, then groaned. "Oh no, he's coming this way."
Tim strode over to them, a smirk plastered on his face. "Who's this? Your boyfriend? I always knew you were a fag."
"I'm not gay, Tim. This is Davis. He's new to the campus, so I'm showing him around."
"Oh cut the crap, Mark. This all makes so much sense now. You being overly friendly with everyone ..."
"It's called being civil and nice. Maybe you should try it sometime."
"Yeah, whatever. So how long have you two been going out?"
Mark shook his head and groaned. "Come on, Davis."
"Well, even if you're not gay, this guy definitely is." He looked Davis up and down. "I mean, just look how he moves around and wears all those tight clothes on his little twink body."
"Tim, that's enough." Mark turned towards Davis. He expected the new student to look offended or persecuted. Instead, he saw a look of amusement on Davis' face. He even winked at Tim. Didn't he know that that was enough to get him pummeled?
"You like how I look, big guy?" Davis asked, smiling at Tim, putting one hand on his hip and letting the other hang limply from his wrist.
"Ugh, get away from me, you fucking faggot," Tim spat. Then he walked away, looking repulsed, occasionally looking over his shoulder at Davis, with a sour look on his face.
"You might want to stay away from Tim and his friends," Mark said.
"Oh, I don't know. I think once they get to know me, we'll be the best of buddies," Davis muttered to himself, with a smile.
"Huh? Did you say something?" Mark asked, turning towards him.
"No. Nothing. So, what else is there to see on campus?" Davis asked.
