Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2008 00:13:09 -0500
From: Austin Wright <aussiemon61392@gmail.com>
Subject: Scott and Alex, by Xander (highschool section?)

Do not read this if it is illegal to do so (or don't get caught lol.)
This story, (and the charachters included) is complete fiction, and bears no
intentional resemblance to any person, or any other story
This is my first story, and I hope you like it!


Enjoy!


Scott and Alex
By Xander


"Get up fag!" said my sister, pounding on the door.

"Shut up bitch!" I yelled back.

       That was my lovely sister Lindsay, homophobic cheerleader and
perfect daughter of Hank and Mary snider. Hank is my overweight and
constantly inebriated dad. He stands at about 6' 2" with a beer belly and
oily skin. He has coarse hair the color of sand, and a straight roman nose.
He's extremely homophobic, just like his bitch of a daughter. Lindsay
inherited his height, and stands around 6' tall. She too has blond hair and
an extremely bad temper, just like her dad. My mom, Mary, is quiet and
slender, a whisp of a woman who cowers from my dad. I got my green eyes
from her, and my blond hair which is her platinum blond, not my father's
course sandy blond. It's long, and it sweeps down over my green eyes
creating a startling contrast. I love it like that, but Scott has some sort
of obsession with it, and it always pushing it out of my face or twirling
it around in his fingers.

I'm short, around 5" 7", and I weighed about 145 pounds. I am slender, with
a little muscle definition, and I always have a nice complexion. I'm a
gymnast, very supple and...flexible. My parents, or as I call them, Hank
and Mary, don't talk to me much, and I like it that way. My dad's abusive,
and my mom won't do anything, so I try to stay out of their way. Why am I
not a suicidal lunatic?  Cue Scott.

       Scott is my boyfriend, (If you haven't figured out that I'm gay by
now, something's wrong with you,) and he is the star quarterback for our
school. He's 6' 3" with gorgeous raven black hair.

When he flashes you that perfect smile and those startling blue eyes, all
the girls swoon and it seems that all's right with the world. His hair is
short and spiked in the front like all those jocks in the movies have
it. It looks great on his angled face, which features a prominent jaw line,
lush lips that beg to be kissed, and amazing eyes. And I didn't get to the
best part yet, he's ripped! He's the all- American man with bulging biceps,
a hot six-pack, and strong (lick-able!)  pecks. Oh wait, I STILL didn't get
to the best part; he's got a nine inch-OKAY moving right along....

       So, I guess you're probably wondering why a guy like Scott can date
me when he's always in our school's public eye. Well, I'm popular too, and
both of us are out.

Sounds like a fantasy right?  Well it kind off is. You see, we live in San
Francisco, and go to one of the most accepting high schools in the world.
It does have a few exceptions; every school has the ignorant jocks and the
bitchy teenagers. But regardless, I wouldn't want to go anywhere else. Our
school is set in the lush rolling hills just outside of the city; it's
absolutely gorgeous, with crisp greenery and ancient birch trees lining the
campus, and stone buildings that look interesting instead of the usual drab
red brick.

       "Let's GO fag!" my sister shouted, waking me from my daydream. I
opened the door. Oh my God, my sister looks like a whore! Well, even more
than usual. She IS beautiful, but geese girl, too much makeup! And her
shirt was to short, to small and too low cut. And of course it was white
and she was wearing a black lace bra so everyone could see her breasts.


"One minute." I said quietly, trying not to laugh.

"Hurry the fuck up," she said impatiently.

I quickly grabbed a ripped Green day shirt and a pair of jeans that weren't
skater tight, but showed of my ASS...ets. I got into the car with Lindsay.
I'm 15, but she's 18 so she drives me to school. (Incidentally, Lindsay's
is the same grade as Scott, and since she's head cheerleader, and he's
starting quarterback she loathes me for "stealing" her boyfriend. She's
since settled for Christian Coach, a less hot, less built, version of
Scott.)

"Finally!" said Scott, leaning down to kiss me.

"Hey hands off my ass!" I teased.

"Yeah well, your Jeans aren't helping any." He said with a twinkle in his
eye.

"Okay boys, stop mentally raping each other." said Trina, a touch of
deadpan humor in her voice.

       Trina, Jen (Scott's sister) and Brianna are our fag hags, each
beautiful in their own way. Trina is big, bold and saucy. She has a full
bust, and a surprisingly slim waist.

Her long curly hair is the color of dark chocolate. She's the idol of many
boys, but she keeps them all at bay with her liberal use of sarcasm and a
distinct lack of feminine traits. She wasn't usually soft unless she truly
loved you, and she isn't refined but she cares about those she loves and is
a lot of fun to be around. Jen's quiet but loving. She's slender with a
lithe dancer's physique. She has her brother's straight black hair and warm
heart. She looks intelligent and beautiful. Brianna was voluptuous and boy
crazy, her golden ringlets causing some to place her into the giggly blond
category, and indeed she was giggly. But deep down, she was dangerous when
crossed, and the she's the last person I would want to face when she's
angry except Trina, whose temper could scare anyone.

"Hey girls!" I said, camping it up as much as possible. It's this joke we
play, and it always makes us laugh. Well, me and the girls. Scott just
smiles and rolls his eyes.

"So," said Scott, pulling me close, "I'm glad our anniversary falls on a
weekend..."

       Yes, we will have dated for a year tomorrow! Of course we've known
each other for five years, and I always tease him on how long it took him
to ask me out. But really, we've been dating the whole time, never leaving
each other's sides, always scared as to what the other person was thinking,
whether this was friendship or something more. Although, looking back, it
was so freaking obvious I want to smack myself. For five years, I've spent
the weekends at Scott's house. Our mom's met when I was ten, and since
Scott and I clicked so well, I was allowed to sleep over at Scott's. The
tradition continued, mostly because my mother wanted me out of the way of
my dad's abuse, and so I keep stuff at Scott's house which was really my
home. My house was just that, a house. Scott's house is GORGEOUS! It was a
large gray stone mansion set in the rolling green hills surrounding San
Francisco. Scott even had his own suite, which he referred to as "our"
suite. His parents, Mark and Sara (Mr. and Mrs. White) are middle aged and
accepting. They loved me as a son, and they became my surrogate parents.
Mr. and Mrs. White are a couple of hotties! Mrs. White has great red hair
and a wonderful physique. Mr. White was an older version of Scott, and boy
I'm glad cause if Scott looks THAT good at forty-five, I'm set!

"Whoa! I gotta get to first period, see ya babe," and with a kiss on the
cheek, he was gone.


Alex's schedule:
1st period: Trigonometry 5th period: Lunch
2nd period: Biology  6th period: public speaking/ debate
3rd period: Advanced history        7th period: Advanced English
4th period: Creative writing 8th period: Study Hall, gym on Wednesdays
The best part of my schedule is that I get to see Scott 3rd period, 7th
period, and at lunch (5th period)


My first two periods were rather uneventful today; just the normal easy
classes.  I'm an above average student.  Scott calls me a genius, but I
mean hey, I'm not the only one who has a 4.2 GPA, right?? My third period
was pretty eventful though. I get to sit with Scott, but I also get to be
in the same class as my bitchy sister, her slutty friends Alexis and Ashley
(Both 5" 6", incredibly perky, with long brown hair. They're like clones of
my sister....) and the most bigoted jocks in my school: Christian Coach
(the aforementioned boyfriend of my sister) and his goons Shaun Thompson
and Joe Thompson. I can never tell those two apart, they're both like 6'
tall with short black hair, dull black eyes, and bulky bodies. I think
Scott's the only one in the entire school who could take them on single
handedly and win.  But of all of my enemies, Alexis was the worst.

She had a huge crush o me in seventh grade and instead of going away, it's
just gotten worse. She's never got over the fact that I'm gay, especially
because some have joked that she "turned me gay."  It's like some sort of
challenge with her. She gets so obnoxious and outrageous, Scott gets really
pissed off. It got so bad one time, Trina bitch slapped her and cussed her
out, and she was suspended from school for two days...I love my friends!

 I walked into the classroom, hurrying towards the back where Scott sat,
with a seat next to him.

"This seat taken?" I joked

"Nope, I guess you can sit here." He said playing along

"I can't wait till tonight" He continued, grinning.

"Whoa, buy a guy a drink first!" I joked.

"Oh shut up."

BANG!

Everyone looked up, as Alexis "dropped" her books onto my desk. She leaned
over, flaunting the fact that many of the boys were staring at her breasts,
which were almost falling out of her t- shirt.  She winked at me, and then
jumped up.

"Mr. Anton, Alex is staring at my breasts!" she cried, intending to cause a
scene. Some gasped, but most just rolled their eyes. Including me. Me?
Stare at breasts? EW.

"Yes Alexis, I can believe that. I mean it's not like Alex is gay or
anything." Mr. Anton replied rolling HIS eyes.

"He was!!"

I swear Scott was seeing red...He looked like he was going to bite through
his lip! Geese, everyone knows Amber does stuff like this, why he gets so
upset is something I can't understand. Except for the fact that, if Amber
was hitting on Scott in front of ME, she'd already be the ICU because I
would have ripped her fake breasts off.

"Was not." I replied. "It's not my fault your shirt is 3 sizes too small."

"Alexis, we all know you turned Alex gay." Scott said, furious.

"Shut UP fag!" She screeched. Oh, it's ON.

"Shut up!" I yelled, as I jumped up. Scott wouldn't hurt a girl, but hell
if that bitch wants to mess I'll kick her ass!

"WHOA." cried Mr. Anton. "Alexis, get to the principal's office."

She stormed off, leaving all the students laughing like at her disgrace.

High school can be a bitch.

"Well. 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.'" observed Trina

"That's for sure." Said Scott darkly, as he put an arm around my waist in a
protective manner. We were all hanging out in an empty classroom for our
lunch period.

"Um Hello?" I said "Don't I deserve a LITTLE trust?" They all stared at me
like an idiot.  "I'm gay too!

I'm not exactly going to up and leave Scott 'cause some whore's swinging
her fake breasts in my face!" I said. It was dead silent, and then we all
burst out laughing!

"F-Fake breasts, oh lord they are!" laughed Brianna.

"Well there's no way they can honestly be that size!" I said a little red
in the face from embarrassment.

"You know he's right," said Jen, "Scott you can't just dive off the deep
end because that sluts going after your man.

"Hold on!" I said, "Well...I want the trust but... (I searched for what to
say)...I guess I'd do the same thing! That bitch would already be dead if
she laid her hands...or breasts...on Scott!" Scott laughed till he was red
in the face, and the girls were crying they thought it was so funny.

"You're like my little Rottweiler baby." Scott said, pulling me onto his
lap.

"I am NOT four!" I objected. "You don't have to bounce me on your lap."

At this point, Jen and Brianna had collapsed against each other, and Trina
commented dryly "I don't think you have a choice 'Lex."

"Yeah, Lex," said Scott laughing, nuzzling his face into my neck.

"I hate that nickname!" I cried in anguish.

       The whole group was at Scott and Jen's for a mass sleepover. We sat
in Jen's suite, which was odd because we usually go to Scott's. But
whatever. We were telling stories to each other, a tradition our group has
always treasured. I was lying down on a soft blue denim couch, my head in
Scott's lap.

He twirled my blond hair around his finger absentmindedly. He smelled just
like he always does, that Scott smell. It was clean, but rugged, and
definitely masculine. I love to wear his sweatshirts so I can smell him on
me. Even if they're ten sizes to big...

"You bitch!"

SMACK

"You turned my son gay!" Hank yelled in her face, pulling her back by the
hair, as Mary screamed, seeing white, and hoping this was merely a
dream. But this dream had been going on for years, and she had already
given up hope.  Would this abuse ever stop?? No. No, it wouldn't. Every
weekend, Hank promptly became wasted, and if she got in his way, he would
rant and rave about their son's sexuality, and then beat her until he
passed out for inebriation, or she passed out from the pain.

SMACK

"This time," she thought as the tears and blood mingled, trickling down her
pale face, 'I'm leaving."

She lost consciousness as the blood and tears began soaking into the dirty
carpet.

"Open up bitch!" Christian slurred as he climbed on top of Lindsay. He
smelled like cheap beer and marijuana, as he straddled Lindsay's waist,
attempting to shove his inebriated tongue into her unwilling mouth.

"No!" said Lindsay, appalled. What the fuck does he want from her? She was
only using Christian, and quite frankly she was a little surprised he
couldn't see that.  He was a creep anyways.

"Why the hell am I here..." She groaned inwardly

       They were in his dingy bedroom, with peeling wallpaper, and clothes
everywhere that reeked of pot and cigarette smoke.  How she got here, she
didn't remember.

All she knew was there was a lot of yelling going on at home, so she called
Christian to get stoned. He was her in on cheap drugs and alcohol.

"I'm fucking you this time bitch! You owe me!"

"What? Yeah right, you son-of-a O H MY GOD!" Lindsay screamed in pain, as
Christian backhanded her, his metal bracelet cutting into her face.

She scratched and kicked, trying her best to get this monstrosity off her.

Lindsay struggled but eventually went limp, as the bed rocked against the
peeling wallpaper.

       Alexis popped the pills into her mouth, swallowing them dry. She
held a rag to her bleeding arm as she sat in her bedroom with the lights
out. She laughed suddenly, as the drugs began to kick in, and her arm began
to feel better. She finished cutting, which always made her giddy with a
sense of release, and control. The scars began to form, as the blood soaked
into the dirty rag. She wouldn't be able to wear short sleeves for a month,
but she didn't care.

"Just once, I wish they would look at me in a different way..." she mused.

       "And eventually, he could take the whole thing down!" finished
Scott.

Okay, to all you perverts out there, we're talking about how Scott had to
convince me to take my medication when I was 13. I got some weird sickness,
and I couldn't take down the pills. They gave me these horse pills!

Jeez! So perverted...

"Yeah Scott, nice um... word choice there." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Caught that did you?" he winked.

"He may be 'fun sized' but he's not stupid!" cackled Trina

"HEY!" I said

"Yeah, he certainly is fun sized!" Scott laughed.

I feel victimized.

       Eventually, the clock ticked on to 2:30 am, and we all trickled off
the bed. Well. They did. I fell asleep, and only woke up when Scott was
halfway up the steps, carrying me.

"Don't drop me!"

"Relax; you weigh like 60Lbs. max." Scott joked.

He placed me gently into bed, and wrapped himself around me. I was sleepy,
but awake enough to register the room was different.

"Scott??"

"Yeah baby?"

"Where's your furniture?"

"You'll find out."

"What?"

Scott began to snore softly.

THE END CHAPTER ONE.


Well, I hope you enjoyed that! It was my first gay story, and feedback would
be much appreciated. (Aussiemon61392@gmail.com, or
Aussiemon61392@comcast.net)
Please, send me critisism and enchouragement.

I have about eight chapters done, so they should be coming rather quickly.