{"sf1_id":717170,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Awkward Mutt","author":"Doshi","words":1434,"posted_at":"2014-06-12T07:43:00.000Z","tags":["Border Collie","Doberman","Highschool","Kangaroo","Sad","bullying","homophobia","mutt"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/717170-awkward-mutt","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/717170","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=717170\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Sigh... Another hour\npasses by without much really happening. It just seems like all my classes mean\nnothing. I feels like I never seem to learn anything.  I\nrested my head on my propped arm, allowing my claws to scratch my temples. Mrs.\nGued, an elderly house cat and teacher of my literature class, droned on\nabout prepositions, participles, and other parts of speech; all things that my\nold school had drilled into me by now. I began to drift\ninto semi-consciousness, thinking about my life and all the new changes.Honestly,\nI had read stories online about how some fur moves away and is swept up by\nsome great-looking athletic fur who is really a heart-throb, but my story\nor rather my life was a bit bleak in comparison. I mean I got a boyfriend, at\nleast for a little while, but he was nothing really great nor was he worth half\nthe hassle his family was causing. Jake was cute-ish... But definitely not a\nheart-throb for me. Besides\nthe recent failure in my love life, my social life in general had been on a\nspiral downward even before Jake and I broke up, but now my small group of\nfriends stopped talking to me except for one or two... Just my luck right? I\nget one of the horror stories: to move and lose everything. It's March, five\nmonths since I moved, and I still have made little progress in my new social\nlife.I\nsighed quietly, but loud enough to cause a couple of my neighbors to throw a\nglance my way. I lightly blushed under my fur and whispered apologies to them.\nQuickly, the feline's lecture lulled me back into my daydreams.This\nclass is going to kill me with these sophomores; I'm a junior... Why am I\nwith these morons? When they argued about whether 'is' in an example sentence\nwas a preposition or adjective, I felt like I was going to have an aneurysm...\nCalm down. CALM. DOWN. Heart rate slowing, good.... They are still idiots.Back\nto what I was thinking about, friends or rather my lack of. It's not\nsurprising; I'm shy, kind of mean-looking, and reclusive. I don't know\nwhat I could have expected. Woo, self-pity party... I wonder if anyone can\nread my face for my thoughts? Nah, I always look pissed... Am I? Yeah... No,\njust kind of frustrated and... Lonely... But I'm not totally alone, I've got\nMary, but it feels like the only time she feels like hanging out is when she is\nworking at the coffee shop that I frequent now... We never hang out outside of\nthere, not since I broke up with Jake. Again, they are best friends, and she\nintroduced us; what did I expect? I don't know...I\nstill have my friends back home in Kansas though right? Well, no... Not\nreally... I have Steve and Rene, but I really pissed off Kim not only for\nbreaking her heart when I came out of the closet, but for breaking her trust\nwith something that happened between Rene and her ex-boyfriend by telling\nSteve. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't not tell him. I guess it really\ndoesn't matter though; she isn't my friend anymore. Funny how you can know\nsomeone so well, but she can still hate you. Oh well...Being\ngay is not as hard as I thought it was going to be, but I'm not very flamboyant\nor out really or known in general. Perks of being new kid. Come to think of it,\nI really haven't even been picked on yet which is kind of weird right? I don't\nsit in the lunchroom, just read in the courtyard alone, and I don't really even\ntalk in my classes, even when spoken to. Maybe they are afraid of me? Nah, who\nwould be afraid of a short, moody mutt dressed like some biker wannabe, though\nI'm not a wannabe... And\nthis area? Why are there hardly any hot guys? Maybe I just don't see them\nbecause I don't even look for them, well, usually look for them. Mmmm that\nhorse in Chemistry though, how could I not notice him? I really, really hoped\nhe was gay on my first day. His pretty beige coat with dark brown hair... and\nhis dark green eyes...My\ntail wiggled behind me slipped between the back of my desk-chair thing. I\nmurred almost silently....And\nhis body. I bet his member is proportional... Stop! Control, you are in class.\nFurs are all around you, judging you. Don't get horny right now; remain\ncalm. I\nlooked around from my back corner seat; no one was giving me weird looks that's\ngood. Come\nto think about of it, I don't know of really any other gay furs. I know some\nlesbians, but not gay guys. Well, there is Chase, but she is transgender... and\nnot my type. Is trans-gay? Or is there a trans-gay and trans-straight,\ncis-straight and cis-gay? Another reason not to date him... She is a very\npretty vixen or... fox... or trans-vixen? Too confusing....The\nbell rang out loudly interrupting my thoughts, bringing me closer to reality. I\nslowly gathered my things, making sure to take my time so all the other student\nhad left the room. Before leaving, I gave my routine goodbyes to my teacher and\nheaded towards my US history course. Maneuvering\nthrough the halls without being bulldozed was, like always, a challenge and\nnecessity. The halls were full of more exotic furs than I'm used to back in\nKansas: there are more elephants, zebra, a few giraffes, and other African\nfurs. I would have venture to guess that half of this school's population is\nAfrican descent.  Arriving\nat my final class, I looked about at the furs in the class. I quickly went to\nmy usual spot behind Mary, even though it is also beside Jake's best\nfriend's girlfriend, Sasha. Mary hadn't made it to class yet; she must have\nbeen stuck in Statistics longer than usual today. Sasha was sitting down\nalready, giving me nasty looks. I continue to scan the room after I have\nsituated myself in my seat-desk. Some\nof them are nice people, but others either ignore my existence or blatantly\ndiscriminate. Sasha is a bitchy, judgmental collie. Why is it always the\ndamn Border Collies that are always so damn mean? This is going to be a long\nclass...Mary walked through the\nclassroom door a few minutes later, sitting down in her seat gracefully. I\ngreeted her with a wave and a small smile. She politely waved back, but turned\nto Sasha. They began to talk about some sort of thing they did a few days ago\nwith the group of furs I was no longer a part of. I sighed quietly to myself.Mr. Sheridan is usually\nreally interesting, but it seems that today I was not so interested in his\nlecture. When the bell finally sung, I had my truck's keys in paw and was ready\nto dart, but as I was making my way through all of the madness, I ran into Jake.\nThe lean, tall kangaroo looked down at me after he had knocked me over. For a\nmoment, there was empathic and apologetic look in his eyes, but it quickly\nfaded into a snide grin, chuckling \"faggot\" as he looked to his friends.Jake, you little punk ass... If you weren't such a coward,\nyou would be a decent person. One day you'll get yours. I mean it isn't enough\nto throw me under the bus so you can prove to everyone else that you aren't\ngay. Make me look like I tried to convert you. Asshole...I got up to my feet,\ngrumbling as I did. I watched for a moment as Jake and his group of morons\nwalked away. Jake glanced back for a second; his eyes flashed regret and fear.\nI simply shook my head, continuing my interrupted route. When I reached my car,\nJake's truck was parked opposite to mine. I looked at the cabin, thinking about\nthe times Jake and I made out in there... I looked around as I stepped forward\nlooking into the passenger side window. I saw a little piece of paper sticking\nout of the center consul. It was a movie ticket; actually, it was the ticket\nfrom our first date (the second Hobbit movie).Even his truck looks like it's pretending... I could key his\ntruck. Reveal what a hypocritical piece of shit he is... I sighed. I can't do that; no matter how much he\ndeserves it. I kind of feel sad for him. He's kind of pathetic pretending to be\nsomething he isn't, leading that girl on and everything."}