Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2009 05:39:29 -0500
From: walrus
Subject: my guardian angel, pt. 1

"Ugh, have you seen Mandy? She went from ultra nerdy Christian girl to a
slut with more stds than a medical book in just one summer."

Those were the first words spoken by my best friend, Amber, on the first
day of our high school freshman year.

"I think you're just grumpy." I said. I wasn't really paying attention to
her random insults directed towards girls we had known our whole lives. I
was more interested in looking around and checking out the adonises of high
school that had been fabled about by Amber all summer long. I eventually
started believing her.

"Ok, so Trent, if a really creepy looking guy starts hitting on me, you
have to promise me you'll get me as far away from him as possible." Amber
said in her high, chipper voice. Amber was what most people would call a
"girly girl". Some even went as far as to call her a "bitch" but I thought
the complete opposite. I had been Amber's friend forever, like, always.
Most people thought we were intimately involved, but it's not true. I'm
gay, and she knows that. Maybe we're intimately involved as friends. We've
slept in the same bed before, and during that same night I guess I put my
arms around her in my sleep, but trust me, it was extremely awkward when we
woke up.

Nevertheless, she's always been there for me. It's kind of like a
partnership; I make sure no creeps get near her, and she makes sure I don't
fail as the "stud I'm supposed to be", as she says. She basically picked
out my whole wardrobe, body spray, cologne.. you name it.

"Little brother!"

That was my sister, Hollie. She was just like Amber, just a little nicer to
the general public. Maybe that's why I got on so well with Amber. Hollie
and I were extremely close, and we always have been, but it's like my
mother's death sealed the bond between us. However, despite her being two
year older tha nme, I was still by far the bigger person. I guess that's a
little unfair, since males are biologically 'bigger' than females. God, I
sound so sexist.

I gave Hollie a full hug, then looked at the girl she was with.

"Oh, T, this is Ashlyn."

"Hi." Ashlyn said shyly. I guessed that they were just acquaintences, or
she was a new friend, because I had never seen her around.

"I guess we'll let you guys wander about. Oh, and, don't worry about
homeroom if you already have your schedules; nothing ever happens there."
Hollie grinned and walked away with Ashlyn.

I walked close beside Amber, mainly because I wanted her to know I was
looking out for her.  "You're like an overprotective brother." she
whispered.

"You'll thank me for it some day, I'm sure." I said, looking around at all
the gruesome looking juniors and seniors eyeing the freshmen girls like
candy. I wouldn't say I was intimidating, because as Amber told me once,
"that'd sound arrogant". But I wasn't your average freshman.

I was about 5'10, which was average I guess, but I weighed 190 or 200
lbs. Let's just say I eat my veggies and leave it at that? Realistic?
No. Typical? No. Real? Very. I guess that's why Amber felt so safe with
me. You may be thinking that our relationship is a negotiating of sorts,
such as, I keep her safe and she makes me fashionally appealing, but that
isn't true at all. Amber's seen me depressed & crying, angry and breaking
things, ecstatic and grinning like a moron.. well, you get my point.

And let's just say it's the same for her; shit, I was the one who ran and
got her a tampon when she got her first period. Too much information? I'm
sorry.

"I have to pee." she said suddenly, handing me her tan, over-the-shoulder
school bag, which predictably matched mine. "I'll hurry! Don't worry." she
said, running into a nearby bathroom. I waited near some water fountains as
the last remaining students went into various homerooms. The bell was about
to ring and I was sure we'd be late, but at least we'd be late together.

"Wow!" I heard a male whisper, with two other different guys whispering to
each other as they walked by me, their eyes glued to my wide back.

"Hi." I said quietly. I was actually kind of shy, and I felt myself start
to blush.

The guys, who I knew to be seniors due to their 'Class of 2012!' shirts,
gave some quick giggles and went on by. I tried to figure out whether they
were laughing at me, or just giggling like school girls, but I didn't have
much time to ponder about it as Amber quickly came out.

"What's up-- Ohhhh." she nudged my bicep suggestively. "Got your eyes on
someone already T? Well trust me," she said, looking in the trio's
direction. "You can do a lot better than some nerdy seniors. Besides, do
you really want the heartache of watching the guy you like go off to
college? Ugh, and don't get me started on long-distance relationships-"

"Okay, okay, I get it. Let's get to homeroom." I snickered, handing her her
bag.

The bell rang as we walked through the doors, and lo and behold, there were
about four empty seats near the back.

"Ok, so which guy do you think would the best fit for me in this class?"
Amber whispered to me through the chatter of the rest of the students.

"Based solely on looks?" I asked quizically.

"Duh. Unless you have some precognitive powers that I don't know about.
That'd be awesome though. Do you?"

"No. Sec." I scanned the room and spotted a really sweet looking guy. I
guess he is what modern day teenagers would call 'emo'. Whatever he was, I
really would've liked to rock his world. Silently reprimanding myself, I
said to Amber, "What about the guy over there?"

"Ugh. He probably wears more make up than I do." she rolled her eyes.

"You're so mean, oh my god." I giggled to myself.

"No, you're too nice. You look like a jock. You're the guy that should be
pulverizing freshmen for their lunch money." We had had this conversation
so many times before, and I knew she didn't really expect me to become such
a person, because I wouldn't.

"Whatevs. What about that guy over there?"

"The one all alone in the corner?"

"Yeah."

"He looks like a possible candidate. Let me go work my magic." she winked.
I stood up with her as to find a desk four or five spaces away from the
guy, but she put a hand on my shoulder. "Noo, you'll intimidate him into
silence you guy. Scope out a hottie for yourself. I'll meet up with you in
5."

I really didn't want to mess up Amber's high school experience, but I knew
what 3/4s of these guys wanted, and they'd get their hands dirty if it
meant getting it. Hollie had told me allll about it, and I'd do anything to
prevent my bestie (god, how gay can I get?) from becoming the helpless girl
who was taken advantage of by some upperclassman.

"Hi." A tiny voice said, presumably to me. I looked up from my phone, which
I was using to text Hollie, and saw this gorgeous, super slim guy.

"Hey." I said, standing up slowly.

"So, you're new here?" he asked again, starting to turn red.

"Yeah."

"Senior, right?"

"Freshman." I said, suddenly feeling really embarassed. Sometimes being
huge sucked. Majorly.

"Wow. You're bigger than any of the juniors I know." He said in amazement.

"Good genes, I guess." I gave a weak smile, and I could feel my dimples
coming out of their hiding place, complementing my grey eyes. 'Good genes'
may have been slightly right. My dad was a big guy, but I was actively
involved in a lot of sports, like wrestling, football, tae kwan do, you
name it. Speaking of my dad, Hollie and I detest him greatly. When we were
young, we would be able to hear the cries of my mother through the
darkness. It was the best day of our livse when my mom decided to leave the
brute.

He had enough sense not to show up at my mom's funeral. As I reminisced, I
felt veins popping out of my biceps and I could have sworn I felt a tear
forming in my right eye. Oh god, not here in front of everyone.

"Dude, are you okay?" the little guy asked, looking kind of scared.

"Oh I'm sorry. I just get lost in my thoughts sometimes. You didn't say
anything, did you?"

"Nothing." he said, still trembling a little. "But it's about time to
go.. I think your friend is waiting for you. And damn look at that ass,
you're one lucky guy." Bi maybe? Anyway it was all I could do not to crush
his scrawny neck. I just smiled.

"It was nice meeting you." I walked off, realizing I didn't even get his
name. I didn't really care then, either. I looked ahead and saw Amber's
petite 5'3 frame waiting at the door.

"Slowpoke!" she grinned. "Okay, so you have weightlifting and I have
cheerleading. Why do they always stick the sportsy classes first; and yes,
cheerleading is a sport!"

"If you say so." I said, still lost in my thoughts.

"Ok, so, if I randomly start making out with you today, just go along with
it and act as heterosexual as you can." she said.

"What!? Why?"

"Because I have to make that guy jealous, duh!" she winked as she walked
down the opposite hallway I was going. As I entered the gym, I thought of
how boring making out with Amber would be. Not that she isn't attractive;
she's a firecracker. It's just she's more like a sister than a
friend. Plus, there's the gay thing.

Ahh well, lifting always got my mind off of things. I recognized all of the
freshmen in the gym, but naturally there were the upperclassmen who spotted
me like I was wearing a flashing shirt or something.

"Alright men." the coach said grumpily as he walked onto the gym
floor. "Today's going to be an easy day. We're just going to see what we
all max out at so we can compare our progress at the end of the
semester. Sound good? Great. I'm going to split you all into 3 groups of
10, and each group will be taking turns for these three exercises: squats,
benchpress, and calf raises. Now get changed and meet out here to be
sorted." he grunted before walking back into his office.

Most of the guys looked pumped and ready to show off, but I was one of the
few who weren't. Unlike the other unwilling guys, it wasn't because I was
afraid of embarassing myself; I was pretty sure I could show up most of the
guys there. I just hate seeming arrogant. I'm always afraid I'll hurt
someone's feelings or make them feel unmanly if I show off my power.

As I slid my ripped, dark blue jeans over my large legs and changed into
some gym shorts, I tried to focus on changing, but that was kind of hard
since it was such a simple task. The last thing I wanted to do was be
caught checking out the weightlifting class, which was made up of mostly
freshmen, who were surprisingly small and slender; my body type of
preference. Shoving my shirt into the locker I had chosen, I quickly walked
back into the gym.

"New here?" a rather large senior asked me. He was even bigger than I was,
but his cheery smile was heartwarming. I could see sincerity in his eyes.

"I'm a freshman." I said sheepishly, as I had to the junior in homeroom.

"Haha, nice one. I'm Andy."

"No, really."

"You're bigger than everyone but me, though." He said bewildered.

"Alright ladies!" The coach barked in a totally non-threatening way. "Let's
get this show on the road!"

He began to name off the students in group one, then group two, and group
three. I ended up being in group three.

"Group one, start with the benchpress! Group two, start with squats, and
group three, start with the calf raises."

The senior was in my group as well, and he came up and stood behind me
while I was waiting. "Damn, dude, how do your parents keep a hold on you?"
he asked.

"Oh, uh, you know how it is.." I grinned; if only he knew.

"No, really."

"My mom's not alive, and I don't want to see my dad ever again. Maybe you
know Hollie Carter? She's my big sister, and she's actually my legal
guardian." I said.

"Oh dude, shit, I am so sorry."

"It's fine, you couldn't've known. Besides, you should be more sorry for me
that Hollie's my guardian." I grinned. "Not really. She's a sweetheart-"

"Trent, you're up." A freshman named Nicholas said.

"Good luck." The senior said. I easily topped the 150 lbs that the previous
freshman had done, and gradually added on 50 lbs until I hit 600, which is
where I started to struggle. I finally met my end at 612lbs, and gave a
sigh of relief after getting off of the machine and rubbing my calves.

"Woah." Andy, which depicted everyone's facial expressions. After the shock
wave was over, the next freshman went.

"Dude, I feel sorry for whoever pisses you off." He said, eyeing my calves
which felt like they were bulging out of my legs.

"I'm a tranquil guy." I said, my face burning with embarassment.

Before I knew it, the three tests were over and our results were
recorded. I had produced the same effect as with the calf presses on the
benchpresses and squats.

"Hit the showers. After that, you're free to go." the coach said before
retreating into his office.

I wasn't going to lie; my pits could probably make someone faint right
now. I shuddered at what Amber would say if she knew what I smelt like
right now, and took a fast shower. I borrowed some of Andy's axe deoderant
and sprayed some of my 'emergency pocket body spray' as Amber had so
preciously dubbed my portable body spray and took off, now back into my
long jeans and small jeans. I had to admit, I looked pretty hot, especially
with my hair weighed down with wetness. Man, I'm such an egotistical
bastard when no one is around.

The bell eventually rang and I waited outside for Amber who was in the
gym. It had actually surprised me that there was a separate gym for male
sports only, and a gym for female sports only, but hey, that's high school,
right? Never know what to expect.

"Hi T!" she said in her cheery voice. "Woah, did you get in a water balloon
fight or something?" she giggled.

"No, I was super sweaty so I showered. Why are you so happy?" I asked.

"Because we're about to make the hottie from homeroom so jealous."

"I don't see him-"

"Shut up! He's coming! Quick, make out with me!"

"Tongue and all-"

"Just do it!" she whispered. This was sooo lame. Amber could be such a girl
sometimes, and I was pretty sure I'd have to barf a few times after this,
but I trusted her instincts. She put her arms around my shoulders and put
my hands on her ass (god forbid; I could feel my gay instincts screaming at
me right then) and lifted her up like a feather and made out with her. It
was a very sensational kiss, except for there were no sensations. The fact
that we knew it was just an act made it easier to well, act. I pushed her
against the wall and held her up with one hand, putting my other hand
against the wall beside her. My tongue easily overpowered hers, and we kept
going at it till the guy from homeroom cleared his throat near us.

"Can I talk to you, Amber? Alone?"

"Sure." I said, letting her down slowly.

"I wasn't asking you." he snarled.

"Well you better start." I said rather intimidatingly. Ah, the things
testosterone did to you. I wasn't riled up at all by my little skit with
Amber; that would be totally sick. But I sure as hell liked demoralizing
the guys trying to get with her.

"Actually why don't you just text me instead." she said, pulling out a
piece of paper and writing her number on it. She swiftly gave it to him and
put as much of her hand around my bicep as she could. "Let's go to class,
babe."

If anyone actually knew me and Amber, they would have seen right through it
and cracked up laughing. Good thing Amber hooked up with guys she didn't
know!

Once we were inside the 'sanctuary' (ha ha) of our history class. As per
usual, we took a seat at the end of the classroom and began slightly
talking while kids filed into the room. "Did you see his face!? He was
crushed!" she said.

"No, I was too busy making our scene realistic." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah yeah. You're a good kisser and all, but I could taste the flamboyancy
on your lips."

"I'm not flamboyant at all!" I stuck my chest out.

"Yeah, whatever. Did you really have to scare him like that though? I'll be
lucky if he even texts." She groaned.

"At least you have a guy you're waiting on." I sighed.

"Please, in this high school, you'll have a date by the end of the school
day. And I can't wait for that, because you acted like a real boyfriend
back there. Whoever gets to date you will be one lucky guy." She winked.

"Oh, look everyone, Amber's being sentimental; Kodak moment." I said
sarcastically.

"Shut up. We'll miss the introduction."

"Oh no." I said with faux fear.

Without any introduction or pre-orientation, the short, ancient man with
wispy grey hair at the front began speaking in monotone, facing no one in
particular.

"In prehistoric times, people hunted animals for their food. Such people,
known collectively as 'hunters' would go out during the day while a
separate, sometimes allied group, known as 'gatherers' would.." his voice
droned on and on, and right as I was about to fall asleep, the guy in front
of me passed a note to me. I hadn't noticed him till now, and like most
freshmen from my point of view, he was a slim little guy, but with a little
more meat on him than most guys I'd seen today.

I saw Amber look up from her well-hidden cell phone and glance at the note,
which I unfolded and read.

"Hi. My name is Christopher, and I noticed you looked kind of, well,
bored. What's up?" it read. I wish I could be so courageous as to pass
random notes to random guys. -sigh-.

I replied, "Hey. My name is Trent, T for short. But you can call me Trent
if you want. I'm bored as you observed. I'm trying not to fall asleep
here."

He took a few seconds to reply, "That's a cool name. I've never been a fan
for history. Wanna skip?"

"Me neither. Skipping sounds awesome. I mean, what could we possibly miss
on our first day? How do you expect we go about doing that though?"

"Easy," he wrote back. "I'll say I have to go take a medication, and a few
minutes later, just say you have to use the bathroom."

"Got it. You go first." I gave the note back to him. I pulled out my phone
and quickly texted Amber, who was right beside me, but I felt like being
funny.

"Gonna skip. See you at the end of the hour." I said.

"K." she replied.

I raised my hand after a few minutes had gone by. "Yes?" the man's
excruciatingly borring voice asked.

"May I use the restroom?" I said in the most polite voice I could muster.

"In prehistoric times there were no facilities to..." his voice became an
unintelligeable murmur again, so I just got up and walked out. He made no
effort to halt me, as if he could.

"We're so lame." I said jokingly as we sat on the sinks in the nearest male
bathroom we could find.

"Hah, totally." He said smiling. After a few minutes of awkward silence he
said, "You know, this is the part where the big buff guy in question, ie
you, would kick my ass for fun."

"Haha, why would I do that?" I asked genuinely concerned.

"Dunno, most guys your size do it for fun."

"That doesn't sound very nice." I said.

"It's not." he frowned. He looked so cute with his brown eyes sparkling in
the light.

"Tell you what. Next time someone does that to you, tell me and I'll take
care of them."

"Haha, you'd do that? We just met." he said.

"Let's just say I have a hero complex."

"Good, because I have a knack for getting my ass in trouble."

The door opened as a sophomore I recognized from weightlifting entered the
bathroom.

"Damn, does this look like the GSA to you guys?" he muttered before turning
around into a urinal.

"Wanna repeat that?" I said, grapping his shoulder with one hand and
pushing him against a wall.

"Dude, god, arghhhh, you're hurting me so bad." I saw tears welch up in his
eyes as I used all of the strength of that one arm to crush his shoulder.

"Man, nice 3 incher there." I said, smirking.

"Come on T, let's just go." Christopher muttered. I did what he wanted and
released the asshole and walked out with him.

"You really humiliated that sophomore back there." Christopher said
quietly.

"Sorry. Sometimes I start doing stuff when I'm angry and my wild side just
takes over. It's such an adrenaline rush when you're stronger than an
upperclassman. Man, now I feel like a dick. I think I should go back and
apologize to that guy."

"Don't be silly! He deserved it. I was just afraid you were going to kill
him or something."

"Man I could have. He had the body of a ten year old." I grinned.

"Ass." Christopher smirked. Before we knew it, the bell was crashing
through the halls and students began to pour out. Maybe this school year
wasn't going to be so bad after all.

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Author's note: I'm aware that my style and such sucked in this chapter. I'm
super tired now and I just wanted to finish the chapter before I slept.
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