Date: Mon, 1 Aug 2011 16:09:47 -0600
From: Max Anderson <cagetheangel_69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love's a Bitch-1
BRRRING!! "SHIT!" I muttered, I was late for gym once again, If I didn't
make it there in less than 2 minutes, coach was definitely going to skin my
ass, I was rushing into the boy's locker room, when I felt a strong hand
shove me against the lockers; I shuddered violently when a warm breath
tickled my neck. "P...pl...Please don't hurt me!" I stuttered as tears
started to pool on my eyes. I hoped and prayed it wasn't Stiles ...aaahhh
Stiles Montgomery the bane of my existence and also every gay teenagers
worst living nightmare, that brooding green eyes hunk had been bullying me
since I came out of my mother. His mother just happened to be my mother
childhood best friend, as if getting bullied at school wasn't bad enough
now I was getting bullied at home too...MY HOUSE! Ridiculous I know.
"Shhhh, I would NEVER hurt you Bryson", the stranger whispered again
my neck, his voice thick with arousal...I recognized that voice
anywhere....it... it was...no it couldn't be. IT WAS BRAEDEN SALVERDA! The
love of my life, a walking erection; every teenage boy's-gay or
straight-wet dream. Oh my god this boy was just beautiful, he oozed sex
from his pores. He was perfect in a non perfect way, which is what I loved
most about him. He spun me around and just stared at me, I knew that if I
died right then and there, I was going to die with a shit-eating grin
plastered on my face. I noticed his head leaning in...He was going to kiss
me, BRAEDEN FUCKING SALVERDA WAS GOING TO KISS ME! Nothing in this world
could ruin this moment...absolutely nothing!
Suddenly I felt myself being violently shook and before I could
kiss him, I woke up. "WHAT THE FUCK! ", I barked at the blurry figure in
front of me.
"Whoa! Calm down fag, it was only a dream", Stiles chuckled as he jumped on
my bed and lay down beside me.
I sighed and fell back on the bed. "Holy shit" I muttered, I could feel
erection bobbing up and down through the thin sheets on my bed.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing here!" I turned my head towards him
and glared at him.
"Mom told me to come wake you up...so wanna tell me who you were dreaming
about, cause I can see it just wasn't an innocent dream" he teased, briefly
glancing at the tent sheet beneath my waist.
" mmm k one, it's Brianna, or your mother, not mom k because you saying
that makes me feel like we are related and the thought of us being related
makes me cringe violently and secondly I don't appreciate you barging in MY
room and disrupting my sleep, ok I was this close to kissing Bra..." I
quickly stopped myself from saying anymore, I can't believe I almost gave
away who I was dreaming about...especially to my bully.
"Don't fucking talk to me that way," he snarled at me "I decided to give
you a day off from my daily beatings but if you piss me off, I'll beat you
within an inch of your life".
It was then I realized that he didn't hit me, before the first thing he did
when he saw me was push me against the wall and strangle me till I almost
black out then he would release his hold; only to punch me in the gut. But
today, he didn't even put his hands on me...well only when he tried waking
my up but other than that he didn't touch me and I was HAPPY!
"I'm sorry" I whispered as I stared at him, I always thought Stiles was
hot. He has the greenest eyes ever which were framed by his thick long jet
black lashes. He was the hottest guy I've ever laid my eyes on...of course
next to Braeden. He was about 6 feet tall and had a lean but really
muscular build, he had a perfect tan all year round, and god knows how he
does it. His hair is always in a crew cut...sort of like Beckhams except
his was a lot darker and he was also always sporting a 5 o'clock shadow.
"wanna tell who this person is", he asked actually more like demanded. I
knew I had to tell him, because if I lied and he found out I might as well
dig my grave now because I was sure he would murder me. That was one thing
Stiles hated being lied to.
" uh...uhm, it...it's well, it's no one, no one you know", I stuttered as I
got up to get out of bed but then I realized I was naked.
"So if it's no one...no one I know then I don't see why you can't tell me"
"Can you please get off the sheets I need to go to the bathroom, I have to
get ready for school in 10 minutes, Stiles", I mumbled, trying but failing
to get the sheets from under him.
"Not until you tell me who it is", he sneered as he settled down more on
the sheets.
"What's it to you anyways, why do you care soo much" I yelled at him...but
the second I did it I regret it. And before I could dodge his fist the came
crashing down at the side of my face which sent me sprawling on the floor.
I felt his hard body straddle my hips as he lowered his face close to mine
and said "TELL ME NOW!...you don't want to provoke me Bry", he growled.
I tried to pull him off me but any movements only made hard dick
pushed right up against his ass, I knew he could feel it, but he didn't say
anything.
"Please Stiles, let me go" I pleaded.
"I know what will make you answer", he said, smirking as he lowered his
hand down between our bodies, me thinking he was going to grab my dick
thrusted my hips forward and groan loudly, then I noticed he went past my
dick into his pockets and brought out his switch blade, but froze when he
felt me thrust and groan against him. I gasped when I saw the knife, he
relaxed a little but I could still feel him tensed against me and as he
cocked his head and whispered in shock.
'You queer, Brooks?"
"I...I, no I just...I'm sorry", I whispered faintly as my lips quivered.
He stared at me for what seemed to be eternity, then he did something I
never in my life thought Stiles Montgomery would do, he leaned in closer
than before and kissed my forehead, his warm soft lips sent shiver all the
to my dick. I sighed and pulled him close to me and hugged him, I don't
care if he hated me but right now I needed that hug so I clunged to him for
dear life.
Feel uncomfortable now, he tried pulling away but I refused to let go. "Ok,
that's enough Bryson, I need to get up", he said.
"No, not yet, please I need this...I...I need you", I pleaded, I have no
idea what came over me but I started showering his neck with kisses as I
thrust my hips forward more urgently now, I could feel him getting hard.
"STOP THIS NOW", He ordered, but I was too aroused to give a shit. I really
needed to kiss him, as he knew, I felt him cup my face in his warm soft
hands and he leaned his face towards mine and just as he was about to kiss
me.
"STILES, BRYSON, GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT; YOU ARE NOW
20 MINTUES LATE FOR SCHOOL", my mom and Stiles's mom screamed in unison.
He quickly pulled himself up and stumbled, backing away from me panting
heavily, I sat up and was about to say something when he shot his hands up
and said the three most hurtful things anyone has ever said to me and it
just killed me. "YOU SICK FAG", he spat those venomous words out like they
taste bitter in his mouth. And he walked out of my room angrily, slamming
the door behind him.
I sat there on the floor, with tears in my eyes pulling my knees to my
chest I rocked back and forth and bawled my eyes out.