Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2006 11:48:50 -0500
From: Ron <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Apple of Her Eye  Chapter 3

The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone is purely
coincidental. The story is intended for a mature audience. It may contain
profanity and references to gay sex. If this offends you, please leave
and find something more suitable to read. The author maintains all rights
to the story. Please do not copy or use without written permission. Any
questions or comments may be made to Ron at ronyx@woh.rr.com.

Apple of Her Eye Chapter 3

I walked with my head held low the entire way to school. I just didn't
feel especially happy with myself today. I had screwed up really bad
yesterday and I was afraid to face Shaun today. We had been best friends,
but I was not too sure how strong our bond was now. One stupid look, that
was all it was, and now my life is ruined. I stood outside the doors of
the school, and with one deep breath, I pulled the door open and entered
it like a man going to the electric chair on his execution day.

As I walked down the halls, I looked up and noticed the familiar faces I
had seen so often over the past few years. No one's look seemed to
change as they saw me. I guess this was a good sign. If Shaun had said
something, it appeared obvious that the people I saw that day were not
aware of my previously hidden dark secret. Several of my friends spoke to
me asking me how I was doing. One girl even approached me and asked me if
I was going out for basketball this season.

This was one thing I had not really thought about. Shaun and I had been
teammates on the school's basketball team for the past four years. We
had made the team in seventh grade and had been involved every year
since. Shaun was always a starter for the team. He played forward and
usually averaged at least 15 points a game. I was a bench warmer, and
occasionally was called upon when someone usually fouled out. I wasn't
that good, but I did manage to have a game high of 10 points last year.
Shaun had hugged me and congratulated me like I had won the 100 yard dash
in the Summer Olympics. It was one of the proudest moments of my life.

I went to my locker and got out the books I would need for my morning
classes. Shaun's locker was right next to mine and I was afraid he would
show up while I was there, but he didn't. I then went into the cafeteria
to get a donut and an orange juice before first period class.

As soon as I entered the double doors, I immediately saw Shaun sitting at
the table with Melissa, one of his `sometimey' girlfriends. They were
sitting really close, so close it looked like she was almost in his lap.
He had his arms around her waist, laughing at something she had said.

I quickly glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and then noticed a
frown appear on his face when he saw me. He moved away from Melissa and
gave me the coldest look anyone had ever given me. The look hurt me,
really hurt me. I hung my head down and quickly went to the food line.

I waited in line behind a large group of people. Then I heard a familiar
voice speak behind me.

"Hey fag!" Oh god, not right now, not here. I recognized Shaun's voice
and tried to ignore him. Maybe he would go away.

"I said, hey fag! Why are you ignoring me? You didn't seem to be so shy
yesterday," he said louder than before. I turned to face him.

"Shaun, please! Not here, please!" I pleaded with him. I couldn't
believe he was doing this to me. My best friend outing me in front of the
entire school. Everyone was looking at us. They got quiet all of a
sudden, trying to hear our exchange. Teenagers can sense when there is a
confrontation approaching and will feed on it like a frenzy of hungry
piranha. I knew if he said anything more the rest of my high school life
would be ruined.

"Look fag, I don't want you coming over to my house anymore. After
trying to suck my dick yesterday, I don't want you around me anymore.
Got that, faggot? Stay the fuck away from me. I don't play that shit!"
He spoke with so much hatred. He then stormed off, leaving me standing
there embarrassed and ashamed. All the years I had known Shaun, I had
never seen him so angry.

If he was out to ruin my life, he did it just then. Suddenly the
cafeteria erupted into a buzz. Word traveled quickly. By the time I had
made it out of line and back into the cafeteria I felt a 1000 pair of
eyes on me. It seemed that in a matter of minutes, the entire school knew
my secret. I looked over to where Shaun had been sitting and there he
was, sitting with his arm around Melissa. He had an evil smirk on his
face.

He knew he had outed me and he was proud of it. I couldn't understand
it. All the years of friendship, and in a matter of minutes it was over.
I didn't do anything to deserve this. I hadn't even told him I was gay.
I hadn't made a move on him or tried to seduce him. I had taken a look
at him. Was that a crime? And now I was going to have to pay dearly for
it.

I didn't notice anyone else at that time except for Shaun and that smirk
on his face. Didn't I mean anything to him? I knew he wasn't gay, but
why did he have to do this to me? Why was he enjoying it? He was
animatedly talking to his friends at the table, and they were looking at
me and laughing. Laughing! What did I do to deserve this?

All I could think of was getting out of the cafeteria. I picked up my
speed with my head down. I must have looked really pathetic to anyone
watching. My face was red with embarrassment, tears were streaming down
my cheeks and I was ready to break out into a run.

Unfortunately, my tears blocked me from seeing a foot come out into the
aisle, tripping me. I went down hard, really hard. My face hit the cold
floor and my books went flying everywhere.

The cafeteria erupted into laughter. Everyone was laughing at the fag
sprawled out on the floor. Not one person came to my aid. They just
laughed and I could hear some of the cruel comments they were making.

I don't know where it came from, but I got up and collected my books
from the floor, and threw my shoulders back and walked proudly from that
cafeteria. My face was hurting, my spirit was broken, but I let them know
they would not destroy me. I was going to get through this, I had to. I
just hoped Shaun was happy for what he had done to me.

After leaving the cafeteria, I went to the boys restroom and stood there
looking at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible. A bruise was quickly
forming where I had hit the cafeteria floor. Tears had streaked my faced
and snot was running from my nose. I looked at the image that was staring
back at me and didn't recognize him. This was not the same person who
had looked in the mirror yesterday morning. No. This was someone else.
That person from yesterday was no more.

Suddenly the door opened and in came three seniors. They were bantering
among themselves and immediately got quiet when they saw me. They were
the popular jocks, one being Josh Mathews. We had played basketball
together the past few years. He was going to be captain of the team this
year.

"Damn, I didn't know queers were allowed to use the boy's room. She
should go down the hall to the girls," said one of the boys jokingly.
The others began laughing.

"Yeah, I'm not going to piss in here with him watching. Fucking perv!"
said another.

"Fuck you! Fuck you all!" I screamed. I couldn't take it anymore. I
jumped at the nearest guy, who just happened to be Josh, and began
pummeling him with my fists. He was much larger than I was, but at that
moment I didn't care. I just wanted to let out all my anger, anger at
Shaun. Unfortunately, Josh happened to be there when I hurriedly made
this wrong decision.

They were immediately on me. The two grabbed me and held my arms back,
while Josh, who had been on the receiving end of my anger, began to
violently assault me. He hit me in my sides several times and then began
punching me in my stomach. I thought I was going to puke. The two dropped
me to the ground and then all three began kicking me. I tried to ball
myself up, but several of the kicks made it through. I began to think
that they were going to kill me. My mind kept telling me that I couldn't
die like this.

"Let's get the fuck out of here before someone comes in," said one of
the boys. I heard the door close and everything became quiet. "This is
it," I said to myself. "I'm only 16, and here I am dying on a cold
restroom floor."

The door opened and someone entered.

"Oh my God, Gary!" Those were the last words I can remember hearing
before my world began to go black.


I hope you're enjoying the story. Although, I don't know what's to
enjoy about someone being beaten. Sorry. I would love to hear positive
feedback. This is my first attempt at writing fiction, and I would like
to know how well it's being received. Email me at ronyx@woh.com if you
have a comment. Thanks. Ron.