I remember Sam and I had different teachers fifth grade year, and that was the first time since kindergarten.
The change was weird to us, but we got use to it because we still hung out each recess and after school.
During the middle of the year there was one recess where I had to stay inside and finish some homework I was having trouble with. To this day I still can barely do fractions.
I really hated having to stay inside.
It sucked having to leave Sam alone. I mean, we had almost completely blocked other kids out since we had became friends. Sure we had acquaintances, but its so strange having to go up to someone and ask if you could hang out with them... Especially because any time someone asked us we'd turn them down.
I was almost sure Sam would be fine though. He was adorable and he was fun to be around, I figured anyone would have loved hanging out with him.
The time surprisingly flew by as my teacher explained how to multiply fractions to me. It wasnt long until we got to go to lunch and I went to Sams table and apologized for not being able to hang out at recess. He told me it was fine, and he seemed genuine about it. I didnt even give it another thought. I didnt ask who he had hung out with or anything.
When last recess rolled around I ran out of the classroom because I was so excited to finally be able to hang out with Sam on the swings.
When I first saw him at the swings I was still happy and excited, but as I got closer that feeling disappeared. I stopped running, suddenly feeling a little sick as the negative vibes hit me.
I saw Sam lazily pushing himself. His head was down and a few boys stood in front of him.
I had a sick feeling in my stomach. It turned and twisted as I continued to make my way over to him.
As I got closer I could make out what the boys were saying to him and I didnt like it. No, I hated it.
"You have no friends"
"You're a loser"
"You're stupid"
I hated the look Sam had on his face as he lifted his head up. The misery in his eyes shocked me.
I had seen Sam upset. I had seen him cry a fucking river, but only that once did he truly look torn.
"He isnt a loser. He's my best friend and if you dont leave him alone I'll..." I remember trailing off as I thought of something that would scare them away.
I dont remember my exact thought process but I remember slowly and hesitantly raising my fists and defensively saying "I'll sock you"
One boy only laughed at me, as if I was attempting to be funny. I furrowed my brows at him and he scoffed before saying something that set me off.
"You're too gay to actually do anyth-"
He couldnt even finish before my fist hit his face. I got him under his eye, right beside his nose.
He fell back onto one of his friends which made the friend fall back too. It kind of reminded me of dominos.
I didnt punch him because he called me gay. That I didnt mind because it wasnt like he was wrong anyway. I punched him because the thought of him thinking I wouldnt made my blood boil. The thought of him saying someones sexual orientation meant they wouldnt hit someone made me feel sick. It was like he was calling anyone who was gay weak.
"Dont bother Sam again" was the last thing I told him before I grabbed Sam and pulled him away from the kids.
I think the kid started crying and I also think I left a bruise on his face. I was really surprised that he never told on me or at least I assumed he didnt.
I never was sent to the office and my mom and dad never questioned me about anything.
Maybe he was just afraid he would have gotten in trouble for bullying.
Either way, he never did it again. Sadly, I later found out that wasn't the first time Sam had been bullied either. Sam was at school more often than I was and whenever I wasn't there by his side, someone would harass him. It made me sad not knowing what he had gone through, but knowing that it never happened again made me feel so much better.

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