Username; SilhouetteStation
Name; Zedd
Gender; Male
Prompt; {Maximum 500 words}
Zedd had always been a bit of a jock. From a young age he'd always been very interested in sports. He played for the soccer team in middle school, but once he moved up to high school, a new passion for football emerged.
He went to the gym, he was fast on his feet, and had no problem giving or receiving a strong tackle. The coach was impressed with his skill, and Zedd was excited to be part of a new team. His high school experience was going well.
It was towards the end of year, and prom was coming up. The school was buzzing with excitement, the student council was rushed off their feet with organizing everything; but football season was over, so Zedd felt pretty relaxed.
They were walking to the bus stop, he and one of his football friends. Zedd noticed his friend seemed distracted, looking off in the distance.
"What's up?" He asked, following his gaze. Two younger boys were walking together, giggling about something. His friend sniffed distastefully.
"Gross," he muttered.
"What is?" Zedd asked, confused.
"Them," his friend replied, nodding towards them.
"What about them?"
"You know. Them. Someone said they're going to prom together."
Zedd felt his skin prickle. "And you're bothered about that?"
His friend didn't answer. One of the boys gave the other a little nudge with his shoulder, earning a blush. His friend watched on, and a wicked gleam came into his eyes.
"Oi! You two!"
A few people glanced over. The boys looked back, and seemed surprised the comment was directed at them.
"Remember we're in public, yeah? We don't want to see any of that weird queer stuff."
"Dude!" Zedd exclaimed, shocked.
His friend watched, satisfied, as the two boys blushed red and hurried forward. "What?" He then said, with a casual shrug. Zedd stopped walking. His friend stopped.
"Oh come on, don't be lame."
Zedd tried to keep his breathing calm. "That wasn't okay," he said. His friend rolled his eyes.
His fists clenched.
"Whatever. Like I said, it's gro-"
He didn't get to finish. It was a good hit, even if Zedd didn't like fighting. But he thought this was something worth defending.
"What the heck?!" His friend spluttered, holding a hand over his now bleeding nose.
Zedd ignored him. He strode past, avoiding the stares of other students around, and looked for the two boys.
"Hey, wait!"
They looked wary as he caught up and fell into step beside them. "You guys okay?" He asked, and one of them nodded. "He shouldn't of said that. I'm sorry he did. You tell me if he ever does again, yeah? I'll sort it out."
He got another a nod, and a tentative smile.
"You two going to prom together?"
The smile faltered. "Oh, um, we don't know-"
"You should," Zedd told them. "It doesn't matter what people like him think. Just be happy, yeah?" He gave them a smile. "Don't be afraid to be you."
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