Don't be crass Martin
I wasn't
It most certainly sounded like you were, now apologise to Mr Bennett!
Sir, I'm sorry I said you were more fruity than a pastille
Yes, well..
More colourful than a rainbow, more gay than the 1920s and more effeminate than Valentines day.
Now that is enough Martin, I’m dreadfully sorry Mr Bennett, he's just too full of himself to know whats best. I do hope you won't think any less of me, we didn't raise him to be homophobic
Madam, I'm not gay.
Oh, but of course not sir, I had never implied that you were, I was just merely pointing out hes not one of them sorts of people.
And you Martin, do you think I'm gay?
It depends sir, you may be straight if you were born a woman inside a man's body.
Martin! For God's sake aren't you in trouble enough.
Don't worry madam, boys will intolerably be boys. Though I’ll have to keep him in detention after school otherwise everybody will think it is permissible behaviour.
Oh, but of course, and I really can't apologise enough. Martin, you stay here with Mr Bennett, I will be back to pick you up after your detention, and that is when the real punishments start, you mark my words.
So then Martin, you seem to have a bit of a fascination with being gay don't you?
No sir
Seems as though you can't get those thoughts out of your head eh? Little pervs like you have the devil in them. A wickedness that needs to be taken away, but fortunately for you Martin I can take the wickedness away.
Of course sir
What
Yes, Sir
Now, you're going to listen and you're going to listen good boy. Whatever you may think you know about me, it doesn't even scratch the surface. Though don't worry, I'm going to instruct you very well, very well indeed. I dare say that once I'm done with you, you really will be homophobic.
Mr Bennett locked the door to his office.
Notes;
The intention behind there being no distinct narrative or descriptive elements was to highlight the idea of storytelling, the use of "speech marks" would've implied direct signification of the words and the characters. In essence there is nothing but the narrative, the story is merely an experiment with presence and absence, by which I mean the definitive ending gives presence to the evil, whereas the truth of the boy is ignored hence absent. Basically I wanted to have some fun writing something more akin to my understanding of Derrida's concepts on dualism and logocentricism.
I don't expect you to have enjoyed it as a story. I'm sorry about that.