Wes' jaw dropped, his hand moved to cover his mouth and he let out a small laugh. As mortified as he should have been by the simple fact that someone had talked back to him and his large group of friends, it was pretty funny. Mostly because Tim was the least likely to be gay. But also because Sascha was under some kind of impression that he could stand up to them and get away with it. "Shit, Tim. Are you just going to sit there and take that?"
Tim cracked his neck angrily, as if anticipating a fight and not wanting to pull any muscles. His upper lip flared and a low growl escaped him. His fists clenched and unclenched in anger. "Are you calling me gay, Sassy?" He took an intimidating step towards the younger boy.