Today was overcast, in that depressing way that winter days sometimes are.
I got on the bus at 4 o'clock or so, because it's always late. Really it should pick us up at 3:30. It sucks.
Anyway, I got on the bus, and there were three of us - my friends and I - so I sat alone while they sat in a seat farther in front. Two guys were sitting across from me, one in front, and one diagonal-front.
I was looking out the window when I heard Diagonal-Front say -
"You only have one friend, you need to get a life, and you're a faggot."
Across #1 said, "Who, me?"
"Yeah, you."
"No, I - I have more than one friend. You know J?" (I'm not putting his full name in.)
"Yeah, yeah. I know him. He's - he's in my history class. And he hates you and he thinks you only have one friend, you need to get a life, and you're a faggot."
"No...no, he doesn't."
"Yeah, he does."
"Who do you have for history?"
"Uhh...Ms. L."
"Oh, she's the worst," said Front.
"He hesitated," said Across #2. "He had to think about it."
"He's in my history class. Isn't he in my history class?" Diagonal-Front asked Front.
"Yeah," said Front.
"He thinks you're a homophobic gay. You're afraid of gays and you are a gay." (Seriously. GRAMMAR. Okay, sorry.)
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," said Across #1, but he didn't sound certain.
"You should convert to Judaism. They'd let you be gay."
It went on like that for a while. And I didn't say anything. I should have said, "Fuck off." Or "You're an idiot if you think 'gay' is an insult." Or "You don't have to be such a dick." Or something. There was so much I could have said.
But I didn't, and Diagonal-Front got off the bus, and it passed. But I could see, in my furtive glances across the aisle, that Across #1 was still hurting. And I should have said something.
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