When Chase and his boyfriend came out to the entire school, they never expected everyone to turn against them. It didn’t cross their minds that some people could be narrow minded and homophobic enough to send hate to them with every opportunity. There were only a few people who accepted them at their school, but the rest were being hateful.
Today was the matric dance, and as Chase and Drew walked into the ballroom their school rented, they could feel eyes on them. Most of the students hated them because of their sexuality, and they couldn’t do anything about it.
“Faggots,” Chase heard but chose to ignore as they walked towards their friends.
He heard the comments every day, but that didn’t stop it from hurting him. His boyfriend was keeping a straight face, but he knew how much the hate affected him. He knew when they got home he would cry his eyes out.
“You guys look smokin,” their friend Tshwarelo said with a smug smile. “Thanks T, you look amazing too,” Drew complimented, but you could see his mood had changed after getting insulted at the door. “Thanks guys. Oh, Mrs. Kekana is the host of the evening, so just keep the PDA to a minimum,” she warned just as her favorite song began playing. Her boyfriend took her by the waist, beginning to sway to the music.
Mrs. Kekana was the most homophobic person Chase has ever met. She’s gone as far as suspending Drew from her class because he’s gay, making Chase go ballistic and confront her that it’s not a disease and it’s illegal what she was doing.
An hour later, Chase and Drew were holding each other’s waists, dancing to the slow music, Drew’s head on Chase’s chest. They were lost in their own bubble, not caring about anything else in the world, when a voice interrupted the music. “Can the two boys dancing with each other please excuse us and leave the hall? This school doesn’t allow gays. It’s disgusting, so leave!” she said staring right at the couple.
The room was suddenly silent. The music was no longer playing, and everyone’s eyes were on the couple. They were speechless, and just as the two boys were about to walk away, a voice was heated from the mic, a familiar voice.
“My friends aren’t leaving. As far as I know it’s our right to love whoever we want despite gender. So you, Mrs. Kekana, need to revise your grade 9 history and learn the bill of rights before talking.” Tshwarelo finished her speech, earning a round of applause from all of her classmates.
Overall, it was a good night in Chase’s eyes, and he could see that familiar smile on Drew’s face with his one dimple on his left cheek showing, and nothing made him happier than that smile. He leaned over, pecking his lover’s lips and telling him he loved him, knowing very well how much he meant his words.