With Mathew leaning in over him, Ashton panicked and kicked out, catching his classmate painfully in the solar plexus.
“I'm not a fag!” he yelled, scrambling for the door to get away.
Mathew gulped back in air on the floor, hearing his heart's desire slamming the door. Pain and betrayal and disappointment filled him. This was not the way it was supposed to go. Ashton hadn't even given him have a chance. Instead, Ashton had assaulted and insulted him. The angel was actually a demon in disguise.
Mathew still longed for Ashton. Perhaps mostly physically now. More lust than love now that Ashton had shown his true colors. But there was nothing he could do. Ashton had gotten away. Probably to tell everyone at school what a fag Mathew was.
He sat back down at his desk and looked at the computer graphic version of Ashton. Cute Ashton. He didn't even care right now how the video game knew things about them. He just wanted to forget himself for a while and take his frustrations out on the avatar on his screen.