Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2012 18:33:22 +0100
From: Joakim Holberg <joaholberg@hotmail.com>
Subject: My angel part one (gay high school section)

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SETH http://www.prettyyoungman.com/Cute-Young-Models/Cute-Blonde-Boy-at-Rest.jpg


Collin: http://s2.favim.com/mini/34/beautiful-boy-cute-cute-boy-cute-guy-270883.jpg




MY Angel



Collins POV.



School today was so damn normal. Our math teacher tried to get us stuck,
PE teacher was pushing us to the limit, and school cafeteria sold crap food. I am
sure that if you analyzed the food it would turn out to be health dangerous. Anyways
I was sitting in own thoughts thinking about forbidden thoughts. I was thinking
about him. The boy that from day one caught my attention, and caused my head to
spin and my heart to beat faster.



I recall my first day at this school. It was a glum dark day in January and
I walked through the corridors with the rest of the soccer team, which I was
kind of forced to join. Our coach was insisting (in other words he hinted that
if I did not join then he would fail me in PE, asshole) and I had made so
called friends, although they were really selfish and mean.  We had just sat down and that's when I saw him.

His blond cheek-long hair and mild face with still some baby -fat making it
extra cute. He was around 5 feet tall and had this lovely tan, he would be the
one everybody admires and he should be very happy. Sadly this was not the case.
He looked so beaten down and vulnerable, I just wanted to run up and hug him
tight protecting him from the world. I was about to walk over when I heard one
of my "friends" shout out "look it's the fucking faggot, get him" and three
guys stood up and threw milk at him, totally soaking his clothes. This was not
the first time it happened though, almost every day, and every time it did it
was like a punch to the gut.



It has been 2 months since the first time I saw the boy, whom I still
did not know the name of, and I get more and more attracted to him for each
time I see him.



Seth POV



Okay now this is just shit. I am so tired of life and everything. People around
me are moving on and I have to just stand by and watch. I want to find love
too, not just being the sad kid that no one will love. Of course there are
people in my school that I could defiantly date and maybe love. Yet there was
one huge problem. I am Gay.  And it
sucks. School is so boring, sitting alone eating alone and never talking to
anyone, not that home is better. My parents were divorced and I lived with my
mum. She was never home and well. Let's just say that we did not get along.



Today was just another day. Nothing seemed to matter. I walked through
the dark halls day in and day out. Nothing changing, except for the insults I
got from every corner of the school. I even think the teachers enjoyed seeing
me suffer. They at least did not take any action to stop the abuse. I got
pushed around and both physically and mentally abused every day.



As I was walking out from science class I as usual ignored the abusive
comments. There was one comment stood out of the crowd, and it always made me
cringe.

"Fag" it was Carlos. Carlos was the biggest bully at our school. He enjoyed
making people feel less worth. Usually I could just walk away, but this time he
was dead set on following me. I walked faster and so did he, I turned into
another corridor and so did he. I tell you it scared me. What did he want?



I decided to go to the toilet and wait him out. I mean for how long
could he wait for me?

I got into the private toilet stand (private as in it had a door and
were next to 3 similar toilets) and held my breath. He really started to scare
me, and to top that my claustrophobia started reacting too. "Come out come out
wherever you are" I heard Carlos sneaky voice a few meters away. He kept edging
closer and closer.

Far too soon his footsteps were outside my half closed toilet door "got
you now faggot" and the next thing I know I am being pulled out by my hair and
put down in front of the urinals. "I am going to show you what every cocksucker
deserves you little shit, no wonder your father left you guys, and I am sure
even your mother hates you and just hope you never come home. I might even do
her a favor by getting rid of you bitch." I felt his grip getting harder and I
could practically smell his anger "please let me go, it hurts" I pleaded, my
voice breaking. This only seemed to make him angrier and he kicked me hard in
the stomach, and then a hit to the head. I felt the world spinning and I felt
sick to my stomach. My vision became blurry and I drifted between awake and
unconscious. I felt like a spectator, watching my own body getting hit after
hit. I registered that my nose was bleeding and that my red lips has blood
flowing like a stream mixing with my tears. I used my last strength and looked
up at Carlos. He looked down at me with hate in his eyes and blood on his
fists. "Guess I won't be seeing you anymore" he growled and spat at my face.



He left me! I knew this was the end of me, the sad boy that no one cared
about. My life drifted away and the last thing I hear was the door opening.

I drifted away.



Collins POV:

School had finished and I was still in the hall waiting for people to
leave. I was always uncomfortable peeing when people could walk in on me;
therefor school toilets were terrible for me.
There were days I barely made it to a toilet before I had an accident.



I hurried trough the hallways fast, and bumped into Carlos. "What the
fuck man, look where you are going faggot" Carlos shouted at me but keep going.
As I turned to look at him I noticed his hands and they gave me a huge shock. They
were covered in blood, and the sight brought a chill up my spine cause it did
not look like he had any wounds.



I looked at the door to the bathroom, could I hear moans of pain. I think so
and that made me even more scared. I opened the door slowly and what I saw
shocked me.



There, one the floor lay the boy of my dreams covered in blood. He was unconscious
but he looked like he was breathing. I stood still for what seemed like ages, I
could not believe what I saw. Finally I got control over my body and I threw
myself at the ground, pulling him into my arms. I held him tight into my chest
and walked with him out to my car. My mind was racing but I stayed cool and ran
with the boy in my arms towards my car.



When I arrived my red sports car I striped of my jacket, lay the unconscious
boy in the back seat and put the jacket under him to support his head.  When I looked at his face I was once again
stunned, he looked so broken and vulnerable, and I had to lean down and kiss
his cheek. "Please survive" I pleaded him as I speed of for my apartment. When we
arrived my apartment half an hour later he was to my great relief, beginning to
stir and wake up.



I brought him inside and closed the door, the buy was shaking and I turned up
the heat. He kept looking at me with scared little eyes, always flinching when I
moved. Finally I was getting tired of him being frighten of me and I opened my
mouth to speak when he said " a-aare you going to-to kill me ?" and his eyes
were filled with tears. The sight broke my heart and sat down next to the scared
boy. He looked at me and broke down into tears. "p-p-please make it quick" he
managed to say between sobs. This complexly broke my heart, and it made me
think about how his life must have been. I moved closer and took the boy into
my arms and held him tight. He stiffened in my arms, but after a short period
he melted into my arms crying at full lungs.
I spent a long time soothing him and asking if he hurt anywhere. He told
me it was okay and that it was just in the background never really bothering
him.



After a while I asked him if he wanted me to drop him of at his house,
but he looked at me with sad eyes, and I understood that his home was not much
better. I asked for his parent's phone number and then brought him upstairs to
my room so he could rest in my bed (no nasty thoughts). After a brief phone
call to his mother I went to my room and checked him. He looked so peaceful and
it was then the thought hit me. I am so have a crush on this guy. I tucked him
in, and sat down in the bedside chair. Falling asleep at once thinking about
him.



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Thank you for reading my story, the sex parts will come too, but later in
the story. I hope you will keep reading and please tell me what you think.

E-mail me at: joaholberg@hotmail.com