Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2012 22:12:09 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: A Delicate Situation  Chapter 9

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A Delicate Situation      Chapter 9


As if things couldn't get any worse, a pair of Travis's underwear was
hanging on the doorknob. I sighed and headed down to the lobby where there
is a lounge area with a couple of hard leather sofas and a few
chairs. There are also a few tables where students could get access to
Wifi. A guy and his girlfriend were in one corner sitting on a sofa making
out. I went over to another sofa, kicked off my shoes and lay down. A
television mounted on the wall was tuned to ESPN. They were showing clips
of the past weekend's college football games. I closed my eyes and soon
fell asleep.

I was awakened when the guy and his girlfriend got up and left the
room. She let out a shriek when he grabbed her ass. When I opened my eyes,
he was still grasping a handful of her fleshy skin.

I put on my shoes and headed back to my dorm room. It was after two in the
morning, and Travis's underwear was still on the door. It angered me that
he was obviously going to let the girl spend the night without asking me
first if it was all right. Of course, I would have told him no.

"Fuck it," I muttered as I took the key out of my pocket and turned the
lock. I carefully opened the door and peered inside. Travis and some
strange girl were snuggled naked on his bed.

He lifted his head and wiped the sleep from his eyes as he looked over at
my alarm clock. "What time is it?"

"After two," I replied angrily. "Is she spending the night?"

He looked down at the naked girl curled asleep against his body. "Yeah, I
guess," he laughed. "You don't mind, do you?"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Hell," he replied. "Go to bed. We won't keep you awake." He rested his
head against her shoulder as he started to fall back asleep.

I went to my closet, took out some clean clothes, and put them in a grocery
bag. I then walked over and took my lap top off my desk. "Fucking idiot," I
muttered as I looked down at Travis as I opened the door.

His eyes popped open, and he sat up in bed. "What did you call me?"

I looked down at him and scowled. "I called you a fucking idiot," I
repeated as I opened the door.

"You'll pay for that, Fag!" he shouted as I slammed the door shut.

I went back to the dorm lounge and lay down on the hard sofa. I didn't even
attempt to sleep because I was afraid to close my eyes. I was too scared
that Travis might decide to take the girl back to her dorm and find me
downstairs. I wasn't sure if his threat was an idle response to my anger,
or if really did intend to pay me back for what I had called him. He had
called me fag and homo numerous times, but I call him an idiot and he gets
insulted. However, I knew guys like Travis could be dangerous if provoked.

I got up and left the building before seven. I didn't want Jade or Sydney
coming downstairs and seeing me. I walked over to the administration
building in hopes that I could persuade someone from student housing to
assign me a room change. The notice on the bulletin board said it didn't
open until 8:30. I took a seat on the floor beside the door and decided to
wait. An hour later, the disagreeable woman who I had seen talked to
previously walked past me and unlocked the door. She looked at her watch
and informed me that it would be another fifteen minutes until the office
opened. "Okay," I muttered softly as I sat against the wall and closed my
eyes.

Twenty-five minutes later, I heard her unlock the door. I stood and entered
the small office. "You'll have to take a number," she announced sharply.

"Why?" I asked as I looked around at the empty room. "There's no one else
here."

She pointed to a sign that said students would not be seen without a
number. "Just follow the rules," she snapped as she disappeared down a
narrow hallway.

I took the number one, sat down in a seat, and waited. A few other students
entered and took a number. About twenty-five minutes later, she emerged and
hollered out, "One." I stood and handed her the number. She rolled her eyes
at me, turned and strolled down the hallway until we reached her small
cubicle.

She sat down and looked at me over her glasses. "Well, have a seat," she
said sharply. "What can I do for you?" She studied me carefully, and then
said, "Weren't you in her last week asking for a room change?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied politely. I had determined that by responding
rudely to the obstinate woman would probably not be the best way to get a
room change.

"My answer is still the same," she responded. "Unless your room in
uninhabitable, I can't do anything."

"But my roommate threatened to hurt me," I replied. "If I continue to live
with him, he's going to harm me someday. He`s always calling me a fag or
homo."

She took her glasses off, sighed and laid them on the table. "I get
students in here everyday who don't like who they room with. If I made
changes every time two students have a disagreement, then we would have
students changing rooms on a daily basis."

"But you don't understand," I pleaded. She cut me off before I could say
anything else.

"Part of the college experience is growing as an individual." I could tell
she was giving me the same lecture she gave every student. "Learning to
recognize and accept differences is a part of that growth."

"But he hates me!" I shouted. "I just know he's going to hurt me."

She glared at me and announced, "Then we'll deal with that when the time
comes." She took my request for a room change, balled it up and tossed it
in the wastebasket. She then snapped sharply, "Room change denied."

"But..." I started to resist.

"Room change denied," she repeated angrily. "Now leave. I have other
students to deal with."

I rose and looked down angrily at her. The word 'bitch' started to form on
my lips, but I knew if I said it she would probably have me expelled from
the university.

"Thanks, for nothing," I said as I stormed out of the room.

I heard her responded coyly, "You're welcome."

I didn't attend my one o'clock sociology class. Jade and Sydney called me
several times, but I didn't answer. Seth called me once around noon. I
assumed they were probably eating lunch and put him up to it.

I spent most of my time in the university library. I had neglected doing
some work, and I needed the time to catch up. I worked on a report for
world civilization, and I completed an assignment for biology. When I left
for my math class, I was caught up on most of my assignments. I would have
to check with Jade to see what I missed in sociology. I just hoped the
professor didn't give a pop quiz. I heard that many professors liked to do
that on Fridays just to prevent students from heading home early for the
weekend.

Sydney and Jade were waiting outside the history building when I
approached. They walked up to me and began asking me where I had been all
morning. "We were worried something had happened to you," remarked Sydney
as she tried to hold back tears.

"Well, you can see I'm all right," I replied sharply as I moved around them
and headed into the building.

Jade grabbed my shoulder in an attempt to stop me. "What is wrong with you,
Dorian?"

I looked angrily at her hand on my shoulder. She removed it when I shouted,
"Why the hell don't you leave me alone?" She backed away as I turned and
stormed off to the classroom.

They didn't say anything when they entered the room. However, I could sense
that they kept staring at me all through class. When the professor
dismissed us, I left hurriedly from the room. Sydney and Jade followed
about six feet behind me. Ten minutes later, I entered a Burger King and
ordered a soda, chicken sandwich and onion rings. Sydney and Jade ordered
something also. When the server handed me my meal, I took it and sat at a
booth toward the back of the restaurant.

Minutes later, Jade and Sydney approached and asked me if they could sit
with me. "Free world," I replied smugly as I nibbled on an onion ring. We
ate in silence because I think the girls were afraid to speak to me for
fear that I might get up and hurry away.

I had almost completed my meal and was getting ready to leave when Seth
entered the restaurant. He didn't order, but he came over and sat down
beside me. "Hey, guys," he said cheerfully as he reached over and took a
couple of Sydney's fries and shoved them into his mouth.

When no one spoke, he laughed and said, "Did someone's grandmother die?"
Sydney and Jade looked quickly over at me.

Seth nodded his head and said knowingly, "I see." He then stood, reached
down and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet. "Let's take a walk." I
started to pull his hand from my arm, but he gave me a warning look. He
didn't release my arm until we had exited the door. I turned to see if
Sydney and Jade were following us, but they weren't.

I didn't know where we were going when we left the restaurant. Seth led the
way while I trailed a couple of feet behind him. Soon, I realized we were
heading back toward our dorm. When we entered the lobby, he turned and told
me to wait.  I went over to a seat and sat down while he got on the
elevator. A few minutes later, he emerged carrying a plastic grocery bag.

He didn't say anything as he headed out of the lobby. I got up and again
trailed behind him. We walked for a few minutes until we came to the center
of the school where a large statue of the founder is located. Seth walked
over to a large tree and sat down under it. I hesitantly sat down beside
him.

He opened the plastic bag and pulled out two beers. He popped one open, put
it inside a cozy and handed it to me. I quickly glanced around to see if
anyone noticed us. There were a few students nearby, but they didn't seem
to notice us. Again, he thrust the can towards me and said, "Here, Dorian."

"We can't be doing this!" I shrieked softly. "If someone sees us we'll be
kicked out of school."

Seth started laughing. "Then I guess no one would be here if they did
that." He put the beer on the ground in front of me. "Drink up," he
insisted cheerfully.

I pushed it toward him as he popped open another beer and took a swig from
it. "I've never drunk alcohol," I informed him.

He pushed the beer can back toward me. "Then it's time you began. Take a
drink."

"I can't," I again insisted as I pushed the can back toward him.

He seemed to get angry, but I think it was more an annoyance that I
wouldn't do what he was asking me to do. "Look, Dorian," he said. "You need
to loosen up. Adam and I used to drink when things got bad for him." He
pushed the beer back in front of me. "It helped us talk."

I hesitantly took the beer and put it to my lips. Seth laughed when I made
a sour face as I took my first sip. I wanted to spit it out, but swallowed
it instead. "This tastes like piss," I remarked as I placed the can back
down on the ground.

Seth laughed, took a swig from his can and said, "How would you know what
piss tastes like? You into water sports?"

"Water sports?" I asked. Seth fell back onto the ground laughing when I
added, "What's that?"

"Never mind," he laughed again as he sat back up and took another swig of
beer. He pushed mine toward me and insisted, "Take another drink. You'll
get used to it."

I picked up the can and took another drink. I wrinkled my nose as I took
another. "I don't see what the fun is in drinking this shit. Travis must go
through a six pack a night."

"Travis is an asshole," Seth remarked angrily. "He came here to party. I
don't think he's been to half his classes. Raleigh's doing even worse."

I looked at Seth and replied, "Raleigh's an asshole." Seth held out his
beer and we bumped cans.

"Here, here," he laughed. "To all the assholes." We sat quietly for a
minute. Seth finished off one beer, and then he reached into the plastic
bag for another. He asked me if I wanted another one, but I told him I
still hadn't finished the first one yet.

"Well, drink up," he said. He looked in the bag and counted how many
remained. "We still have five more to go."

I kept looking around to make sure no one was watching. After Dr. Avery's
visit to my room, I was afraid he was having another student tail me to
make sure I wasn't getting into any trouble. If he reported back that I was
openly drinking beer on the campus grounds, he'd surely report it to my
father.

As Seth was working on his third beer, and I was on my second, he scooted
closer to me and stared into my face. "Now what's going on?" he asked
concernedly. "Sydney said you've been acting weird all day."

"Everything is okay," I insisted as I looked away and took a large swig of
beer. I wasn't beginning to enjoy the taste, but at least it wasn't as
unpleasant as before.

"Bullshit!" he spat. "Adam used to try and block me out." He grabbed my
shoulders and turned me to face him. "Goddamn it, Dorian. I'm not going to
sit by and watch another friend suffer like he did." He shook my shoulders
gently. "Now tell me what's going on."

I tried to hold back the tears, but I couldn't. Seth reached out and pulled
me into his chest when I started crying. He kept telling me that things
would get better, and that I just needed someone to talk to. He promised me
that I'd feel better if I talked to someone about what was bothering me.

I know I looked like a baby as I attempted to tell him what had been
happening the past few days. I related what had happened with Dr. Avery,
Travis, Raleigh and Jerry. I grew concerned when he picked up the empty
beer cans and crushed them in his hand when I told him what had happened
the night before in the theater.

He reached into the bag and handed me another beer. "This is my third one,"
I laughed as I wiped my face clean. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"No," he replied angrily as he took a large swig of beer. "I'm getting
drunk so I can get up the nerve to go kick some ass." He took another swig.

"No!" I shouted. "I didn't tell you all this just so you could get revenge
for what they did to me." I reached out and gripped his arm. "You promised
me I'd feel better if I talked about what was bothering me."

His face reddened as he spat angrily, "I'm going to kill that fucking
Jerry."

"You can't Seth," I pleaded. "I shouldn't have told you want happened."
When I started crying again, he leaned over and took me once again in his
arms.

"Okay," he assured me. "I won't kick his ass." He leaned back and
smiled. "At least not today."

"You promise?" He smiled again and nodded his head.

He opened the remaining cans of beer and handed me one. "For a little guy,
you sure do get yourself into a lot of shit."

"Tell me," I replied sorrowfully. "What am I going to do?"

"Okay," he thought for a minute. "You can't do much about Avery. He's got a
lot of clout. If you cross him, it could mean trouble." I nodded my head.

"But that fucking Jerry," he spat. "If he so much as comes within a mile of
you, I'll bash his fucking head in."

I became worried because I knew Seth was not just making an idle
threat. "Let me deal with Jerry. I don't plan on ever going out with him. I
may be small, but I'll kick him in the nuts if he ever comes near me
again."

Seth shook his head and remarked, "I mean it Dorian. If he comes near you,
I'll kill him." It upset me to hear him make such a threat, but I also felt
good because I felt he was acting like a big brother protecting his younger
brother.

"But what about Travis?" I asked. "They won't let me change rooms."

"I'll deal with that," he assured me as he finished off his beer and
crushed the can with his bare hands.

He moved closer to me and stared once again into my face. "I want you to
promise me that you'll tell me when you have a problem? Okay?" Tears
started to well up in his eyes. "I don't want you to shut yourself off from
me like Adam used to do." Tears continued to form rapidly as he said, "I
don't think I could stand to almost lose another close friend."

I don't know if it was the beer, but he leaned in and held me
tightly. Another student walked past us, stopped and remarked bitterly,
"Faggots."

Seth started to get up, but I held him down and pleaded, "Don't
Seth. Please?"

He asked, "How have you put up with it for so many years?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "You get used to it, I guess."

He rose and extended his hand to me. "I guess we should be going." He
leaned down and picked up the plastic bag containing the empty beer cans.

Before walking away, he looked down. "I want you to tell me, Dorian, when
you have a problem. Okay?"

I smiled warmly. "Okay, Big Brother." He put his arm around my shoulder as
we headed back to the dorm.

Travis wasn't in the room when I entered. However, again a cyclone looked
like it swept through it. I kicked the beer cans, pizza cartons and empty
potato chip bags to his side of the room. I grabbed my English 101 book and
lay down on my bed to read an assignment I had been putting off. Soon, I
was fast asleep.

I had been asleep for about two hours before someone knocking lightly on my
door awakened me.  After stretching out, I got up and cautiously opened
it. I was afraid it was one of Travis's buddies. I was surprised to see
Jerry standing in the hallway.

"What do you want?" I asked as I opened the door a few inches. I put my
foot against it to prevent him from entering.

"Can we talk?"

"There's nothing to talk about," I replied angrily. I started to close the
door, but he grabbed the door handle and attempted to push it open. I
planted my foot and prevented him from entering the room.

He stepped back and looked sorrowfully at me. "I want to come in and
apologize," he said.

"Okay," I remarked angrily. "You've apologized." I started to close the
door, but he lunged forward and pushed the door open. I lost my balance and
fell to the floor.

He quickly knelt down beside me. "Are you all right, Dorian?" he asked
concernedly. "Let me help you up." He reached down, grabbed me by my waist
and pulled me to my feet.

He stepped back quickly when I shouted, "Get your hands off me!"

"Look, Dorian," he replied. "I came here to apologize about last night."

"You already said that," I responded sharply as I walked across the room
and stood beside my desk. I looked down to see if there was anything I
could use to defend myself with in case he tried to hurt me.

He cautiously approached me. "Let me make it up to you, Baby." He tried to
embrace me, but I turned and headed toward the door. He reached out and
stopped me. I batted his hand away when he tried to grope me and said, "Let
me get you off."

"Get out!" I shouted. "I don't want to see you again!"

"Oh, come on, Dorian," he replied. "Quit acting like a little baby."

"Acting like a baby!" I shouted. "You tried to force me to suck you off in
the theater last night, and you tell me I'm acting like a baby."

"I didn't force you," he replied. "You know you wanted it." He moved toward
me again. "Just like I want you now." When he tried to hug me, I pushed him
back as forcefully as I could. He stumbled backwards and fell against my
desk.

His face reddened with anger. "Listen, you little bitch," he spat. "I came
here to make things up with you."

I pointed toward the door and yelled, "Get out!" He balled his fist and
came toward me. Just then, I heard Travis and some of his buddies hollering
in the hallway. For the first time since he'd arrived on campus, I was glad
to see him.

The door burst open and he, Raleigh and two more friends entered. They
stopped suddenly when they noticed Jerry and me standing in the middle of
the room. Jerry nervously said, "I gotta go." As he brushed against me on
his way out the door, he whispered in my ear, "You'll regret this."


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