[Xtra]

"Ugh, not in your wildest dreams." Adam would rather eat his own stomach acid than date a guy. Figuring that was all he was going to get from the small guy, he moved away getting ready to get off of him. A squeeze of his ass made him yelp in surprise and reflectively get off of him. 

He rubbed his ass where he was violated and glared his honey brown eyes at Kris. 
"You're really trying my patience, fagot." 

One more smart reply or action and all bets were off. He did not care if he got caught by coach. He had his manhood and pride to protect. Besides, how bad could the repercussions be. At the most he would have extra cardio or whatnot at practice. Nothing he could not handle. 

That moment his phone vibrated in his cargo shorts. 

Adam's face became a pale colour as he looked upon his screen. There a picture of Kris and Adam was displayed across the bright LED screen. It was as if Adam's nightmares were coming to haunt him in reality. Adam always thought it would be a cold day in hell before he would allow anyone to mistake him for a homosexual. He dug his free hand into the grass and he tried to comprehend what he was witnessing. 

A light laught brought his attention to the man laying next to him. 

"Him," Adam thought with acidity. 

Without any warning, he threw his phone on the ground and pounced on him, hitting him left and right as he accused him of the picture and for ruining his image. He did not care how much he might have been hurting Kris. He deserved every last feeling of pain that Adam had brought him. 

It had taken two male students to peel Adam off of Kris. He was too occupied with his anger that he failed to notice all the blood that covered his knuckles and shirt. Some of the spectators rushed to Kris's aid.