I Was a Feminist Queer Ass, and I Was Sick of His Rants

He shifted desks right over the class room from his original spot, so that his seat was right next to mine. He tried to start conversations with me, once or twice, asking why i was ignoring him and if something was wrong. By just his face, i could tell that he already knew. And for the first time in my life, i felt truly terrified to be in a room with some one else. But i couldn't do anything. I was never really great at speaking my mind and saying no to people. So i remained friends with him for ber of weeks. Overtime, his rants would grow worse and worse within our circle of friends. My feminist queer ass was sick