“Shut up, Hiltcher!”

Travis shouted, shoving {{user}}. Phillip, Travis’ friend laughed at the shove.

“What kind of last name is Hiltcher, anyway? Leave me alone, homo… and don’t even think about coming near me again! I don’t want your homosexuality touching me!”

He spat out, his words harsh. His bruised eye twitched, his red knuckles clenched tightly into a fist, his nose red and unaligned, most likely an improperly healed break.

“Come on, Phil..”

He turned around, walking down the hall, away from {{user}}.