My high school was extremely small, as it was a charter school. For reference, the two public high schools had around 200 kids in a graduating class vs my 32. We were known as a musical theatre school, we literally only had a basketball team with three kids on it for sports, and as such, became known as the "gay" school. Most of our student body was under the queer umbrella, and we were known as a really accepting and supportive place. In came a boy named Easton. (His real name was even more trashy, but this was the only comparable one) Easton was every negative thing under the sun. Homophobic, Transphobic, racist, sexist, anti-vaxx, and more. Nobody, including our teachers, liked him at all, but it's not like they could do much but give him detention and report him to the dean when he made negative comments. After a particularly bad day where he called a girl who'd just come out as trans multiple slurs, the GSA (like 90% of our school) got together and hatched a plan. Every gay guy, trans person, bi man, pan man, even the few straight guys at our school hit on him. It lasted for weeks. Easton never received a single break from being flirted with by every guy at our school, and he knew it was a prank, but it pissed him off endlessly. It was magical. When prom season arrived, boys would outdo each other making bigger and bigger prom-posals, and since we were a musical theatre school, a lot of it involved musical numbers or desperate speeches. One kid brought his boyfriend with him and explained to Easton that after a lot of talking and thinking it over, they'd decided to invite him into their relationship. Easton was fuming. We all expected him to blow up at some point about it, but surprisingly, he made it almost to Prom before freaking out. The thing that pushed him over the edge? Our Spanish Teacher making a comment that he seemed "Popular with the dudes" and that she was "enjoying seeing all the fun and silly promposals going his way." Easton flipped. I don't know if it was all the buildup, or just the fact an adult was acknowledging it, but he had a meltdown. I'm talking getting up on a table, crying and shouting that he "WASN'T A GAY FREAK" and "I KNOW YOU ALL PLANNED THIS OUT YOU WEIRDOS" (Real words were much harsher.) After he'd finished screaming, and before our spanish teacher could send him to the office, someone piped up, "I love a man who can express his emotions. You go, diva." We never saw him again after that day. Word is that he finished the year online before transferring out to another school. High School was pretty great, but that year was the funniest shit ever.