Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2004 23:47:09 -0800 (PST)
From: S H <multiplex84@yahoo.com>
Subject: Multiplex Sex - Chapter 8

[As much as I'd like to say otherwise, this story is
entirely fictitious.  If this offends you or if you are not
of legal age to read this story, then please do not read any
further.  This story contains possibly graphic descriptions
of consensual sex and masturbatory fantasies between males.
None of this is based on any living person and any
similarity to my actual job at a movie theatre is completely
coincidental.  Really, I mean that.]

Chapter 8 -
     I kept on running as fast as I possibly could, not
really thinking about where I was even heading.  After I was
about a half mile away from school I stopped in the parking
lot of a liquor store to catch my breath.  My heavy backpack
was wearing me out, but I had nowhere to ditch it.  I had no
idea what to do next.  I couldn't go back to school today,
they'd crucify me there.  If I went home my parents would do
the same.  Well, my mom would, she's the only one at home
now.  She's bound to get a phone call from them sooner or
later too.
     I think I have two choices right now, and I have an
idea what I want to do.  I could go hide out at the mall, in
a movie maybe.  Wait it out until my shift tonight.  My
school may hate me now, but my workplace has no idea yet.
Unless Shannon has spread it there too.  Fucking bitch.
     My other option is to go find Craig at his school.
It's not that far from here, within walking distance.  What
he would do for me is a mystery I suppose, but I think I'd
rather see him.  Above all, I need comforting.  All the
running and sweating almost made me forget that I was
crying.  Oh God, I can't think about it, about how fucked I
am now.  Oh shit.

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     No matter how hard I try to keep my mind off the
subject of this whole fiasco it comes back.  There are only
two weeks left in school, which helps.  The summer will
provide me with some time to get used to it all and deal
with the bullshit they'll throw at me.  Maybe the other kids
will get over it.  Hopefully this is just something new for
them to concentrate on.  Sooner or later some quarterback or
basketball player will do some girl or fuck up somewhere and
snatch up their attention.  I can't wait for that to happen.

      My pants are vibrating.  It's my cell phone.  The
caller ID says it's Shelly, so I answer.

     "Hello," I say sheepishly.  I may not have any interest
in women, but I've begun to understand them somewhat.  She's
either going to unload a bunch of shit on me or be very
concerned.  Or both.  Or something completely out of the
blue.  Maybe I don't know women that well yet.

    "Oh God, Chad, where are you?"  I can hear the sounds
of a bunch of people talking in the background.

     "I'm walking to Van Nuys."  I'm going to be as brief as
possible.

     "Do you have any idea how worried we are about you?
You can't just run off like that!"  Yup, she's
unloading a bunch of crap on me.  How
surprising.

     "I'm sorry Shelly.  I needed to get out of
there.  What's happened," I ask as I turn north
on the street to Craig's school.

     "You set off the fire alarm, so everyone
was evacuated and the fire department is here
now.  We're all standing around in the football
field."

    "What happened to Dave," I asked.  "Is he
                    alright?"

     "He's fine I think.  He and Greg got in a
pretty big fight with the other guys.  Believe
it or not more people were helping them than the
other guys."

  "I don't believe it," I said then faded into
                    silence.
There was a brief awkward pause in the
conversation.  "Well, I'm not alright right now
Shelly.  What happened this morning was
completely fucked up."

     "I know," she said.

       "I'm going to go see Craig, talk to him
                   about it."

     "Who's Craig?  Is he the guy Shannon was
talking about," she says as I get the slightest
bit enraged.

 "Don't say that name Shelly, don't fucking say
                     it," I
scream into the phone.

     "Sorry.  Sorry.  But is that the guy?"

     "Yes, his name is Craig.  He works at the
theatre with me," I can hear some shouting in
the background.

        "Oh really, is he cute," she asks as I
  break a small smile.  Girls can still make me
               feel good somehow.

     "Of course he is Shelly," I say as I hear
more shouting in the background.  The voice is
coming closer and closer to Shelly until I can
understand the guy yelling.

     "Is that the queer you're talking to?!  IS
THAT HIM?!" The voice is screaming, and it
sounds vaguely familiar. "Give me that fucking
phone!"  I can hear Shelly protesting, then the
sound of the phone dropping or being thrown or
something.

"Shelly?  What's going on?"  The phone is picked
                       up
again and the mystery guy responds.

     "Is this Chad?"

     "Yeah, who is this," the guy sounds livid.

     "This is Brandon, Craig's younger brother."
That's why the voice sounded so familiar.  We
had lunch not too long ago, right after I met
Craig.  "You stay the fuck away from my brother
you asshole.  Craig is no fag and you're not
going to make him one.  I'll fucking kill you if
you do anything, I swear to God-"

     I hung up the phone and put it back into my
pocket.  I was coming up on Craig's school now.
It's incredibly similar to my school, only
larger.  I realized I have no idea where to find
him in there, or if I even can.  There may be a
guard of some kind.  I reach for my cell phone
again, find his name in my phonebook, and start
a new text message.

     "Something major has happened and I need to
see you right now.  I'm outside the main doors
of your school.  Please come out ASAP.  I really
need you.  I don't know what to do.  - Chad"
     I sent it off and paced around the front of
the school for what seemed like hours.  The
doors to the front burst open and I saw Craig
standing there.  I started crying again and
started moving towards him.  He ran towards me,
putting his cell phone back in his pocket as he
reached me, and wrapped his arms around me.  I
started sobbing into his chest as he squeezed me
tighter and tighter, shushing me and laying his
head on top of mine.  This is exactly what I
needed.
     Then the police car pulled up.

[This is such a soap opera now isn't it?
Something tells me though, that by the time this
day is done, these two will be infinitely
closer.  It could just be me though.  I don't
know, what do you think: Multiplex84@yahoo.com]