“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Bryan blushed, and backed up against the brick wall of the ally. The stench of the dumpster wafted towards them; mixed with feelings of tension.
A smile brightened Phillip’s face. “ I know, that's what makes it even more fun.” He stepped over the moss covered ground towards Bryan. He pressed his forehead against Bryan’s. Kissing Bryan’s lips, Phillip pushed him against the wall.
“ I love you so much baby.” Bryan’s lips locked with Phillips and sparks flew. Every second was like the world igniting for Phillip. Passion poured out their lips into each others.
Gravel crunched beneath someone's feet. Phillip jumped back, panicked. “Fucking fags, screwing all over the place.” Mark growled. His build was clenched, and his muscles were edged with a blue polo.
“Piss off Mark.” Phillip grabbed Bryan’s hand and began to pull him out of the ally. Bryan pulled away.
“ If he wants to fight, I’ll fight him. Put him in his god damn place.” Bryan spat at Mark.
“ Yeah, Phillip, he wants to fight me. Just let him.” Mark grinned ferociously.
“ Mark shut the fuck up you stupid homophobe. I know all about you.” Phillip glared, but kept his voice low and sharp.
“ No, you knew all about me, until you decided to dance with unicorns, and suck dick.”
“ You didn’t mind until I quit football, and you stopped getting to see me shower naked.” Phillip winked sarcastically.
Mark clenched his fist, and sent it flying into Phillips stomach. Phillip gasped for air, fell to his knees, and clenched his stomach. Mark used this to his advantage and tried kicking Phillip, but Bryan had tackled him before he could.
They all were tangled punching, kicking, and flaying on the ground. It was all a blur when Mark’s friends had joined into the fight behind the school cafeteria. No one knew why they were fighting, and no one stopped till it was too late.
To Phillip it had felt like hours till the football team had dismembered, and left. He laid on the moss ground where only 40 minutes ago he had been kissing his boyfriend at. He could barely see, or move. He tried to sit up, but fell back to the ground in agony as if bones were jabbing out of him in all direction.
Regaining his senses, he finally pushed him self off the ground, and scanned the area for Bryan. Pain shot through his body, everything tore and ached. Bryan was no where in Phillip’s sight. “Bryan?” Phillip coughed up blood. He managed to pull him self up on one leg. The ally was dark, and covered in random drops of blood. A twisted limb stuck out of behind the large, green dumpster.
“Bryan!” He limped over to the body with tears running down his beaten cheeks. On the ground lay Bryan, as if his body was trash and dumped where it would rot. A pool of blood soaked into the body with skin that was torn, scraped off, and hanging loose.
Phillip wailed and slammed his fist into the brick wall. He slid down next to Bryan’s body. “Bryan, Bryan....” He picked up the body’s hand and held it as if it glass. Rocking back in forth he slowly picked up the body till Bryan's body lay in his arms.
Bitting into his own lip, Phillip slowly started banging his head into the brick wall. At first the pain only sank into his shell. He began banging his head into the wall, till it sent blood streaming down the wall. Still he held Bryan’s body on his arms, holding on tight, until he passed out from blood loss.
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