“Uh, I got fucking suspended.” Keith stated as I picked up the phone,
“Yep. It's actually bullshit.” I sighed,
“Dude, if my parents find out, I'm going to be in so much trouble.”
“I mean, did you delete the call?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Then just leave the house at the same time, and come over to my place or something.”
“I guess that's fine. Thanks.”
“Yeah, no proble- Um, my phone is blowing up, can I call you back?”
“Of course,” Keith hung up, and I looked at my notifications.
Unknown Number: Fucking Dyke.
Jasper: Fuck off :)
Unknown Number(1): Go kill yourself faggot
Jasper: Nah. Sorry mate.
Unknown Number(2): No one wants stupid trannies like you. Slit your wrists you bitch.
Unknown Number(2): Actually, just kill yourself. It'll be better that way. For everyone. Especially for your faggot friend, and dyke girlfriend.
Jasper: I can hook you up with my therapist if you've got this much of a problem with your anger btw.
Unknown Number(3): Kill yourself. That's all I have to say.
Jasper: lmao sorry I don't have that kinda energy.
Unknown Number(4): I support you Jasper. Come hit me up at locker 254 if you need to chat <3
Jasper: Thank you pal <3
Unknown Number(4): No problem, dude.
Unknown Number(5): I'm trans too. No one knows though. I support you dude.
Jasper: Thanks.
Jasper: I'm sorry you have to see this, especially if you're in the closet.
Unknown Number(5): Yeah, it’s scary as hell,
Jasper: I'll try and pave the way for you, pal. Stay strong.
Unknown Number(5): I'll try my hardest. Thanks.
Unknown Number(6): Don't listen to the haters dude. Be strong. I'll have your back.
Jasper: Thank you.
Unknown Number(7): Xavier was right. You are a disgusting dyke.
Unknown Number(7): Read the bible. It'll save you from satan ma'am.
Jasper: lmao the fuck does this mean
Unknown Number(7): You're a damn sinner.
Jasper: K.
Unknown Number(8): Watch your back, queer. Otherwise a knife might just end up stuck in it.
Jasper: lmao that sounds fun. I'll be waiting for ya ;)
Unknown Number(8): I’m fucking serious.
Jasper: I'll believe you when I'm dead. Good luck with murdering me or whatever :)
I stopped going through my messages, as I felt the negativity drag me down, and I know that I don't deserve that kinda stuff. Instead, I sent a text to Keith, inviting him to join me at the park, which he agreed to.
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