As they entered the locker room, a scream tore through the room.
“Stop! Stop!”
“You could kill him, Ethan!”
Caleb and Brandon ran toward the voices and came upon a horrifying scene in the showers. Austin lay on the floor, curled into a ball, while Ethan kicked him. Jamie screamed at him to stop, pulling at Ethan’s arms.
“Faggot!” Ethan shouted. “You have no right to be part of our team. Fags are worthless!”
Caleb wrapped his arms around Ethan’s waist, lifted and swung him to face the other side of the showers.
“Get your hands off me! Those fags were kissing! Disgusting,” Ethan spat, his lips curling into a snarl.
“Stop it, Ethan! Now!” Caleb ordered as he shoved the teen to his knees and put his hands on his shoulders. “Don’t fucking move!” He turned back to see Jamie in tears, kneeling next to Austin, while Brandon bent over him, murmuring questions, trying to assess his injuries.
“Call an ambulance,” Brandon said.