Page 28 of His Untoward Hate

“Sis! Really? Eww, disgusting shit!” the other one replied in distaste.

Those were just a few words Jude heard from the students around him. Then, he came to a sudden realization. He almost forgot about last Friday night.

Jude scrunched up his nose when a whistle rang out, drawing the attention of several students toward its source.

“Hi there, sexy little fag,” he said and then bent over him, one of the jocks in school.

Jude tried to block out everything around him as he fumbled across the floor with trembling hands, searching for his glasses. Without them, his vision was a blur. He had forgotten to put on his contact lenses, which he rarely wore anyway. He usually reserved them for reading or taking exams, and even then, he still kept his glasses on.

“Are you looking for this?”

Jude stopped scanning the floor and was about to grab his glasses in his hand, but the guy quickly lifted them before he could catch them.

“Doraemon, so cute,” he commented, turning the glasses slightly in his hand.

“Ewws, Blake! Can you stop it? Don’t tell me you’re into this fag?” Abigail, one of the seniors, exclaimed in pure disgust.

“I can bang him, why not? Just sex,” Blake said, his voice deep and taunting. “That little ass will be deflowered with such a big dick. You wanna try it, twink?”

“Yuckkss!”

The girls in the hallway screamed all together. The femboys louder.

“P-lease g-ive me back my e-yeglasses,” Jude besought, almost crying.

“Say, daddy first,” he scoffed.

Jude could feel Blake’s breath fanning his face.

“Pssstt!” A very familiar sibilant echoed in the hallway, making everyone freeze.

“God…Sky,”

Blake threw the lenses back at Jude, but he was not able to catch them. It hit directly at his face. His reflexes shot up, just as the bullies scattered like thin air. The voice that reverberated through the hallway belonged to none other than Sky Granger. That was how feared Sky was. Jude never understood why, whenever people got in his way, Sky suddenly appeared. And they would immediately flee as if they had seen a ghost.

And honestly, Jude was no different. Everyone feared Sky Granger. Yet unlike the others who ran away, Jude always found himself frozen in place, as if his feet had been planted to stay rooted to the floor.

“Hey, Jude. Are you alright?” Jasper came down, rushing at him. “Here,” he handed him his eyeglasses, and he hastily grabbed them.

“I’m f-ine. T-hanks, Jasper,” Jude stammered shyly.

Jude put his glasses on and stood up. When his vision cleared, he looked up to see Jasper in front of him with a concerned expression written over his face.

“A-hh, uhm, hi, Jasper,” Jude said awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Jude mentally smacked himself at his foolishness.

“Hi,” Jasper returned the greeting.

In the fringes of his eyelids, he saw Sky simply leaning against the wall not far away from them, with his arms crossed above his chest.

“I h-ave to go,” Jude said, rattled.

“Hey! Wait,” Jasper stopped him before he could turn on his heel. “I suppose you’re going to the locker. I’m going too. Let’s head there together if you don’t mind.”

“A-hh, hmm, y-eah. S-ure, Jasper.”

Jude no longer took his eyes off Jasper, refusing to look anywhere else. It was as if Sky’s intense glare was already piercing through him, even without him needing to look in that direction.