Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2013 13:42:39 -0700 From: Fortis Frater <amidoingitwrite@gmail.com> Subject: Three Simple Words 15 Here's part 2. Hope you enjoy reading it. ^^ Again donate, please... <- I want to say this is mandatory, but I can't... so I'll that it's HIGHLY encouraged. And some feedback won't hurt <- This one's purely optional though. |~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~| Chapter 15 "Coming Back From Vacation Special Part II" "Hello? Oh hey mom... Mhm, yeah." While Chris is talking to his mom on the phone, let me quickly bring you guys up to date on what's happened so far. It's been about a week since Clair and Betty's blowout. Ever since then, the tension in that house is unbearable. Whenever Chris and I go visit, we feel this pressuring vibe pressing down on us from every nook and cranny of the house. The feeling gets worse whenever Betty or Clair enter into the same room we're in. I feel bad for al the guys living in that house. And yes... even poor Patrick. As for school, it's been quiet lately. Too quiet... Well, "quiet" in quotes. Homecoming's coming around the corner, so like any other high school, ASB has been planning events vigorously for the past week. That means Carrie and Heather are working overtime trying to get everything before deadlines. So why did I say quiet? Simple: Brandy. I haven't seen nor heard anything regarding her since our last confrontation. But if I know her well enough- and I think I do- she's planning something. What is it? I don't know. But rest assured, when she does strike, I'll be ready. Oh yeah, some good news. Steve replied earlier this week; the two gang wannabes have been sentenced to 50 hours of community services each or risk being thrown into juvenile hall for a few months. In addition, the two are now banned from all nearby public facilities, including, but limited to libraries, beaches, gyms, and parks for the next three years. Talk about harsh... but I guess this is the only way for them to learn. Even more good news. Chris's sexual adventures have expanded tremendously. I can finally say that he has finally graduated from the school of perverted-ness as he can now detected even the smallest of innuendos. I'm so proud of him... and myself for being such a great teacher, but mostly him. My little Chris is growing up right before my eyes and can officially be considered as a horny teenager. "Oh ok... Yeah, I understand... Love you too. Bye." "So... what happened?" I ask as he hangs up. "Aunt Clair and my mom had another tantrum. Having fed up with the stress and arguments, my mom left the house and is staying at a hotel until my extended family leaves." "Oh... I'm sorry to hear that..." I comfort him. "But look on the bright side, there won't be any more arguments." "Yeah... but I feel extremely guilty... Especially since this whole thing started because of me." "Chris..." I scoot up to him and wrap an arm around his shoulder, "It's anything but your fault." He sighs deeply, "You're just saying that to make me feel better..." "Come on..." I poke his sides; he squirms away. "...Stop it!" he giggles, still trying to get away from me. I pull him in and warp my arms around his body. He sighs deeply and sulks. "That bad huh?" "Yeah..." he sulks. "Well then, I guess you need something special to cheer you up." "What do you mean?" he asks with his head tilted a little. I scoot off the bed and go to the secret box inside my closet. I put sex die in my pocket and go over to lock my doors. "Usually, we'd take turns, but judging from your sulky mood, I'm going to give you a Dylan special," I grin at him. "Now let's get these clothes off of you and show me your sexy body." Before he can say anything, I pull off his shirt and push his back onto the bed. I toss the shirt aside and swiftly unbuckle his pants and peel them off along with his boxers, exposing his boyhood for me to gawk at. "Mmm... Your tan is still sexy to look at Chris..." I coquet as I glide my hands across his body. "I can just... eat you up..." "Uh..." he softly moans, twitching his body slightly. I pull out the sex die and set my phone to timer mode. I roll the numbered dice off to the side. I get a four, meaning I have to successfully use the dices four times. "Alrighty then. Let's see what we get to do first..." I roll the three dices onto Chris's lean, milky stomach. "Oh, it's your favorite Chris." I set the timer for four minutes, remove the die from Chris's tummy, and turn him so that his stomach's on my lap. I press start on the timer and spank one of his round cheeks. "Uh... Oh!... Hmm!... Oh harder!" Chris moans as I alternately spank his full moons. "Mm... Harder Dylan!... Phmf!" I fulfill his wish and spread my palm faster onto his now red buns. I still have no idea why he loves being spanked... Oh well, as long as he's happy, and enjoying every moment of it, I guess. In any case, the timer soon beeps, signaling that time's up. I spank his ass one last time and squeeze it hard, causing him to sigh deeply. I roll the die onto his back. "Man are you lucky today Chris," I comment at the outcome. I remove the dice again and flip him over. "What'd you roll?" Chris asks as I set the timer for five minutes. "You'll see," I grin at him and get in between his knees. I press start on my phone and lean down towards his face. He opens his mouth, expecting a kiss, but that's not that the dice said. Instead, I go down a bit further and gently bite his little bud. Being careful not to press my lips on it, I lightly nibble on his rosy nipples. He takes in a sharp breath and tenses up. I ignore his body's plea and continue to chew on the pebble shaped orb. I glance up at my phone and notice that two minutes have passed. I slowly dance over to his other nipple and chew on that a for the remainder of time. "Uh... Dylan... Oh..." Chris groans and squirms around like a worm. Just as was I about to bite harder, the timer beeps and I scoot up to meet Chris's eyes. "Feeling better?" I smile earnestly. "Much... can I cum now?" he asks jokingly. I lean down and give him a quick kiss. "Not yet snuggle bug, not yet... We still have two more rounds to do." I push myself up and grab the dices. I toss them down onto Chris's lean belly again and grimace. "Re-roll..." You see, the dice sometimes gives you a bad combination that either hurts someone, is physically impossible, or is just plain silly. My last particular roll told me to blow on his ass for two minutes. Yeah... re-roll. "Ah, much better Chris... I think you'll enjoy this one." I set the timer for a minute and spread Chris's legs apart even more. I rest on my stomach and kiss his wrinkled-covered chestnuts, causing Chris to shudder and tense up a little. I press my nose up to his shaft and inhale deeply, taking in his sweaty boy musk all to myself; it's so erotic and hot. Going back to my job, I engulf one of his testes and suck of it gently. "Oh... Dylan... You lied..." Chris agonizes, "You said I'd enjoy this..." Although it sounds like he's hating it, I know him better than anyone. He's loving every moment of this. I switch eggs and give the other side some quick attention. I then swallow the entire leathery pouch in and lightly tug then outwards, causing Chris's rigid shaft to bounce back and forth. "Oh!... Uh, uh..." he moans and jerks his legs up slightly. I swirl my tongue around his magnificence boy pouch, passing by every single wrinkly fold. Chris half-moans-half-sighs and mumbles something along the lines of 'fuck yeah.' The timer beeps suddenly and I let go of his soaking wet goodies. My fingers slowly dance their way up my lover boy's milky body, dragging along my body up towards his face. I press one hand on his cheek, the left back down by his hips, and lean forward to give him a passionate kiss. "Mmm... you didn't roll the dice," Chris points out. "Intermission," I grin before giving him another kiss. "For how long?" Our lips interlock again. "...For a while." Another kiss, and another after that as my fingers go back dancing around his body. I graze across his chest and stomach, grope his ass, squeeze his legs, anything I could get a hold of. "I think you should roll the dice now," Chris whispers. "Fine... ruin my little fun time," I pout, but giggle to break my glowering mood. I get off of Chris and look around for the dices. Grabbing all three, I toss them onto Chris's stomach for the last time and smile wickedly at the outcome. "You're buying me a Lotto when I turn 18 Chris." "Huh? Why-Hah!..." he gasps as I dive down and swallow his cock whole. "Nnn... you didn't... even set the timer... Ah!..." I would've replied, but my mouth's a little busy milking his beauty. For those who haven't caught up yet, I rolled 'suck cock for six minutes.' Since I was going to do that anyways for him, I didn't even bother setting up the timer. Talk about lucky, escaping one more round of agonizing foreplay. "Uh! Uh!... Shit!... Mmm... Guh Fuck!..." Chris moans as I slurp up his tasty cock all for myself. As I'm bobbing my head with his hot tool in my mouth, I spread his legs apart just enough and bring them over my shoulders. As soon as his legs set down, he crosses his ankles and presses his smooth, tanned legs down onto my back. "Hmm... Dylan... Ohhhh... suck harder..." he pleas. "Oh... oh.. uh... uh! Uh! Pmmf! Mmm! Oh god yes-Ah! Fuck!" I reach under and grope his both ass cheeks with each hand, squeezing and massaging them. "Ah! Sss! Dylan!... Oh!... Ah!..." I move up and circle my tongue around his foreskin, causing him to gasp and squirm uncontrollably. I pull my mouth back and flick his penis gently. After the tenth slap with my fleshy muscle, I engulf it whole again, only to give it air again after one session. I then dab my tongue on his pee slit and continuously lap it, hungrily eating up his delicious pre-cum. "Pmmf! Dylan!" he quietly screams, in fear of my parents hearing and barging in. He bucks his hips forward and rams his 6.5 pleasure tool all the way down my throat. Thank god I'm used to his fat cock in my mouth. Otherwise, I think I would've gagged and choked. "Ah! I'm... I'm gonna cum!" he warns me as he fucks my face in his awkward position. A few pumps after his warning and he explodes furiously in my mouth while screaming my name (not too loudly of course). Wave after wave, shot after shot, I happily swallow everything down. Damn was his orgasm intense. Each time he cock squirts out his boy seed, his legs would squeeze onto my back. Just when I think he's finished with his little orgasm. "Gah! Shit!" he hisses, "Oh fuck! Here it comes again Dylan!" Shit! His dick exploded again! That's never happened before! The move surprises me and I choke a little, but regain my composure and swallow the second helping down. I wonder if he has the potential to cum multiple times... Man, that'd be fun to watch, not to mention eating more of his delicious juice. Chris squeezes me with legs really hard one last time and splurts out his last rope of thick cum. After that, he drops dead and breathes heavily, trying to cool himself off with his sweat. I swallow the last drop of his tasty cum and begin cleaning up his dick covered in spit. I slurp it up one last time and push myself up to meet Chris. He lifts his head up and I kiss him tenderly on the lips. "The vampire's still not satisfied," I pout out my lower lip. "What? I cummed twice in a roll for you and that's still not enough?" he scolds, but fails his acting by snickering. "Yeah that was fucking hot," I tell him. "You've never done that before." "I don't know what came over me," Chris tries to explain. "Ha..." I trail off. "Oh..." he realizes what he just said, "But yeah... I blame your sexiness and foreplay." "...I wonder if you can cum again," I tease as I grab his cock in my hand. He twitches and pushes my hands away. "Too sensitive?" "Yeah..." he sighs. "Did you enjoy the Dylan special?" I poke his sides. "Yeah... but it's still not done," he responds. "Oh?" I raise an eyebrow. "What's there left to do?" "You have to fuck my face and give me a cream pie for the Dylan special to be complete," he grins. "Nope. The Dylan special was meant for Chris to have a no-strings-attached sexual experience." "Oh come on... You know you want to," he taunts as he reaches for my package. "Oh god... I've created a monster..." I say as I push his hands away. "Oh come on Dylan... isn't the Dylan special made to please me? If I don't get to suck you off, then I'm not pleased," he argues. I look at him and see him give me his puppy eye look. His reasoning did sound logical; the whole point was to cheer him up and pleasure him... "Fine..." I give in, partly cause I'm extremely horny from all that foreplay I gave him. "You can give me a blowjob..." "Yes! I knew my puppy face would work!" he says to himself. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just extremely horny from all that foreplay I did to you earlier." "Sure it was," he replies with a sarcastic tone. We scramble around and eventually, I find myself naked on my knees with Chris's mouth in front of my 7 inch wonder. He gives it a little kiss and takes in the entire thing no problem. I moan softly as I start to rock my hips back and forth, jabbing my piece of steel into the back of Chris's throat. I use my stomach to push Chris all the way onto the bed cushions and grab hold his head for a better grip. I start to pump faster and can hear slurping sounds Chris is making. "Ah... fuck yeah... suck it Chris... Mmm!... Suck it good..." At the same while I'm fucking Chris's scalding mouth, he grazes his tongue around my special spots. I gasp softly at the touch and feel the tingling feeling emerging. "Oh god Chris!... You have such a hot mouth... Oh! Ah... Mmm... it's coming soon Chris..." He gives me a thumbs up sign, signaling that he's ready. I spread my legs apart some more, close my eyes, tilt my head back, and turn my humping into auto-mode. My rocking's speed picks up as I moan and groan in pleasure. "Uh. Uh. Uh... Oh god! It's coming Chris! Ugh! Brach yourself!" I shove my penis all the way in and explode wildly in my boyfriend's throat. One...two...three shots with more to come. "Fuck!... Shit!... Phmf! Mmf! Mm! God your so hot Chris! Sss! Shit!" I whisper in a raspy voice. Four... five... and the sixth shot comes out, each one just as powerful as the last. The seventh and last shot fires out and down into Chris's stomach as he eagerly swallows it all. My fucking is still on auto-mode as my dick brushes along Chris's soft, plump lips. Each time it goes in, my dick pulsates from the oversensitivity. I wanted to stop, but it felt so good... yet so bad at the same time... Unable to overpower the tickling any longer, I pull out and slump down onto Chris. "Is the vampire satisfied?" I joke. "Yes, he can now go on for another day since he's gotten his share of food." "That's good. I don't want my boyfriend dying on me just yet." We both giggle at our little act and share another kiss. "You feeling better?" I ask. "Mhm," he cheerfully replies, "Thanks Dylan." "Don't mention it snuggle bug," I reply. "Speaking of snuggling... I think it's time to go to bed. Tomorrow is the dreadful Monday..." "Alright..." he yawns, causing me to yawn also (and you too. Don't lie, you yawned didn't you?) I pull up my boxers and walk back into my closet to hide my sex toys. Can't have my parents finding these on the table now can we? While I'm at it, I should probably unlock the door. Don't want them getting skeptical about two boys in the room now do we? Coming back, I reach over Chris and shut off the ceiling light. Using only the lamp light next to me, we adjust ourselves onto bed, trying to get comfortable under the blanket. Feeling content with the layout we have, I disconnect the wires on my lamp with a push of a button and turn back to snuggle with the snuggle bug. "It's getting colder Dylan..." Chris comments. "Yeah... this is the last week of October, with November starting on Wednesday." "Dylan? Do you like the cold weather?" he asks nonchalantly. "Of course I do," I exclaim. "Without the hot, sticky weather, I can now cuddle as much as I want with my little snuggle bug. And he won't mind the least bit since he'll enjoy us sharing our body warmth with each other." "Huh, I haven't thought of that," Chris say. "Now that I think about it, I think I'll enjoy the colder seasons now." "Glad you see it my way. Also, I get to see you in those cute autumn outfits you have again," I smile, even though he can't see it. "...You think I look cute in those clothes?" he asks timidly. "Oh course I do, but I gonna miss seeing you in that brown sweat of yours. It makes you look extremely cute," I whisper into his ear. He giggles at my breath. "Why didn't you tell me before? I'll have to wear it more often for you to make up for the lost time." "That'd be nice, especially since you can't wear it when it gets colder," I reply warmly. "Anyways, it's 11:00, and I think we should get some sleep." "Ok... good night Dylan... I love you," he whispers the last part. I give him his goodnight kiss on the forehead and settle back down behind him. "Good night my little rays of sunshine... I love you too..." "Dylan! Chris! It's time to get up!" my mom screams while walking into my room. "Honestly, if that alarm clock isn't going to work, then don't set one..." With my eyes still closed, I reach over and shut off my alarm. With that annoying sound turned off, I flip back around and hug Chris under the covers so that my mom doesn't see. "Five more minutes Mom..." "Don't make me pull off the blanket," my mom warns. "Chris..." I mumble, "Can you show her your puppy eyes?" "Nnn..." he complains while rolling over. "I'm too tired... Can we just skip school today?..." My mom sighs heavily. "Well I'm going to go wake up your sisters Dylan. I expect you up and ready by then." She slides out of my room like running water. At least she remembered to close the door... somewhat... Don't you just hate it when your parents shut the door, but leave that tiny crack? Yeah... your OCD senses must be tingling! "Dylan... " Chris mutters as he turns around. "Yeah Chris?" I kiss him on the forehead and pat his back. "I have a weird feeling about today..." "What do you mean?" I whisper. "I feel... uneasy... You see, I had a dream last night about being in a dark room. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't move my body, as if something, or someone was holding onto me." I sit up and give Chris a concerned look. "But," he continues, "I managed to call out your name in my dream and that somehow allowed me to break free from the bonds." "Then what happened?" I question. "Nothing. I woke up to your mom's heavy foot pounding... What do you think the dream meant?" he asks quietly. "Hmm... I'm not sure..." I trail off, "I doubt it means anything though. I mean, I saved you somehow in your dream right?" "Technically, yes." "Then it shouldn't mean anything bad," I reassure him. "Now come on, we should get up before my mom grows more wrinkles on her face." Chris giggles at my smack talk and scoots off the bed. I open my closet and pick out a sexy outfit for my sexy boyfriend. I toss him his black V-neck, dark blue jeans, and black ankle socks. I settle with a blue Quicksilver T-shirt, black baggy jeans, and the same dark ankle socks. "Dylan? Do you have a jacket I can borrow?" "Umm... let's see..." I poke around my vast closet for something his size. "Aha! This'll look extremely good on you." I take off the coat hanger and toss a dark grey crewman jacket to him. Setting the coat hanger back onto the rack, I pull out my usual jacket and put it on in one swift, fluid motion. I turn around and gaze in awe at the sight. "Just when I thought you couldn't look any cuter," I compliment with a whistle. "Aww... stop it Dylan. You're embarrassing me," he blushes. "But it's true!" I protest. "You have to model for me sometime." "Maybe later..." he yawns and walks out the door before I can say anything. I smirk and shake my head. That sneaky bastard... think he can just get away with that move. I pounce out the door and see him down the hall. He sees me and makes a run for it, giggling along the way. He gets to the bathroom first and tries to shut the door, but I manage to reach up and stop him. I squeeze in through the crack and use my body weight to shut the door. "Think you can just get away huh?" "Mhm," he smirks and turns on the faucet. "Oh don't you mhm me," I say with a tone as I walk up to him and jab his ribs a couple of time. "Stop it!" he giggles while retracting from my hands. I sigh and let go of him, but not before stealing a kiss from him. He takes it as if it were nothing and starts brushing his teeth. Feeling the morning urges coming through, I lift up the toilet seat and whip out my cock to let loose the eight hours worth of golden nectar. I swear, relieving yourself in the morning is both the greatest and worst feeling ever. You get to sigh a breath of relief, but you can't completely relax since you have to bend over and concentrate on your aim. I shiver a little and my dick does the all-natural pulses to squirt out the last few drops of piss. Of course, as any man would do, I shake the fleshy tube a thousand times, making absolutely sure that every last drop is off. I'll never understand why our dicks always have to hold onto that tiny droplet. I mean, why bother? And of course, after you've finished and zipped up, it has to then come out and wet your pants a little... but I digress... Chris and I quickly change places and in no time, we finish our morning business and head on out to breakfast. Well, if you call toast with jam breakfast. At the table, I see my two little rascals already eating cereal. "Morning boys, what will it be, toast, cereal, or Pop tart?" "Toast is fine," Chris announces for the both of us. While my mom pops in bread, Chris and I sit down next to Jasmine and Teresa. "Morning..." the two mumble. "Morning," we reply back. Like I said, we aren't that close, being roughly four years apart from each other. Mom comes back with four pieces of toast, strawberry jam, and a knife. We quickly spread the warm, crunchy yet fluffy, yeast with jelly and wolf everything down except the plate. We finish simultaneously and rush back into my room to grab our stuff. On the way out, I can see my sisters rolling their eyes at me. I scoff at them and say goodbye to my mom. "Ready for school?" I ask as I pull onto the street. "Since when was I ever ready for school?" "Fair enough." The first half of school came and went without any trouble. I mean come on, it's school. Nothing interesting ever happens. As usual, I escort Chris to his classes after the bell rings since his schedule and mine basically make us neighbors. The classes before our shared one were easy enough for the most part. Just boring lessons and listening to teachers as usual. God I can't wait until I get out of here. Ok, I lied. Everything went smoothly until 4th period. My pre-calculus teacher decided to have a pop quiz on the wonderful foundation of triangles... Fuck. You. Mrs. Powell. First off, you didn't teach us crap, and now you're giving us students a hard time with a quiz?! Bitch! You better be glad I know how to do this! And you know what the worst part is? I couldn't warn Chris ahead of time since he has her first thing in the morning. Wait... he didn't warn me! God damn it! So, for being such a great teacher Mrs. Powell, I personally made sure to be the first one out the door before you can say anything. I meet up with Chris along the way and we continue to his English class. "Thanks for the warning Chris." "Huh? What do you mean?" he asks as we enter the room. "Mrs. Powell had a pop quiz today..." I remind him. "Huh? She didn't give us a pop quiz today," Chris states. "That bitch!" I forcibly hush out. "Ok, then beware of a pop quiz in the near future Chris." "Oook?" he replies, even more confused than before. I tell him to drop it and we sit down in our adjacent seats. "Oh yeah. Before I forget Chris, here." I pull out my sketch book and toss it at him. "Turn to page 5." "...Wow... is that me?" he gazes in amazement at the sketching of him. "Mhm, I finished it a few days ago in class after I turned in my test. If you want, I can tear it out for you." "...Nah... it's yours. I can always just look at it whenever I want to. But wow... this is so cool! It looks almost exactly like me," he point out. "What am I looking at in this?" The sketch is a penciled work of my beautiful angel sitting by a window with his left arm resting on the seam. The head is tilted out a little, gazing out the opening with his soft-boiled eyes at something. "That's the best part. There's two ways to look at this. One is, you can see the sadness in the eyes, as if he's gazing out towards something that he longs for," I explain to Chris. "Oh... yeah, I kinda see that... Then what's the other end?" "Satisfaction." I state, "He's finally got what he wanted all along. And now, he's staring aimlessly into the outside world, reflecting on his life." We stay in silence for about... five seconds before the bell buzzes. What is it with us and perfectly beautiful moments being ruined? I roll my eyes and shake my head at our moment being destroyed. Chris giggles and hands back my book. "Welcome back class. Now then... are we missing anyone..." Mr. Fledging trails off while looking around the room. "Everyone's here, good. Now then class, today, we're-" "Happy Monday everybody," the speaker projects across campus. "This is Frank with your daily bulletin. Student section, Monday, October 30th. With homecoming, well, coming in just three weeks, the ASB team would like to congratulate the five princesses campaigning for homecoming queen! These five brave souls have managed to pass the gruesome trial of obtaining fifty signatures! Now, these five princesses will now be holding campaigns to win votes from yours truly... With that in mind, the deadline to submit your vote is November 12th. I repeat, November 12th. Simply login onto our school website with your ID and click on 'vote for Homecoming Queen' to cast your vote for one of the five princesses: the majestic, Mandy Ellington, the brave, Brandy Parr, the glorious, Gloria Fenn, the amazing, Alice Eve, and finally, the cunning Carrie Taylor! Choose wisely as everyone is only allowed to vote once, and only once!" The rest of the bulletin was boring. Frank read off the list of stuff for students to be aware of, like college app deadlines, lost items found, when the next rally is, etc. You know, regular school stuff that never interests people. As tradition goes, the announcement ends with a crappy joke, followed by some force laughter from the ASB team. "As I was saying," Mr. Fledging rambles on after the click, "Today, we're going to discuss..." I would like to take this moment to thank my iPad. Thank you for always being there for me in times of boredom... However, instead of using you for games today, I'm going to actually do something productive, like typing up my college applications. Oh joy... what were the prompts for UC's apps again?... "...And that class, is why he is always so sad," Mr. Fledging finishes just as the bell rings. As soon as everyone hears the joyous sound, all hell breaks loose as everyone jams everything into their backpack and rushes out the door. "Remember class! Read Chapters 11 and 12 by Wednesday!" the teacher shouts over the commotion. Psh, like anyone will remember. I close my iPad, place it gently into my bag, and wait for Chris to finish. "Ok, ready to go!" Chris announces with a backpack over his shoulder. We head out of the door and venture towards his locker. "Hey Dylan!" I turn around and see Bryan waving at me. "Sup Bryan," I greet with the bro fist, "What brings you here?" "I'll go on ahead Dylan," Chris says to give me some space, "Wait for me here yeah?" "Sure thing Chris," I respond back. "So Bryan, you were saying?" "Oh, I was handing something into ASB. You know how Carrie is sometimes. Give her something busy to do, and she'll drag everyone she knows in." "Yeah I know. It's a good thing I said no when I had the chance." "Oh yeah, she asked me to ask you. Can you help her with her campaign?" "You know I can't do that Bryan..." I sigh. "Yeah I know, but I promised her I'd ask, so..." "No worries, I don't blame her. It's just that-" My sentence gets cut off by a sudden, loud bang coming down the hallway Chris was in. Bryan and I look at each other and rush over to see what happened. "So... rumor has it that you're a little fairy who's been dancing around too much," I hear a voice jeer at someone. I turn the corner and see Chris pinned up against the locker with his arms held together above his head by a jock. Surrounding the two are two more lackeys, closing in on Chris with evil written all over their faces. I feel my eyes turning malicious and take a step forward, only to be stopped by Bryan's hand on my shoulder. I look at him and he raises a brow. I sigh deeply and nod to Bryan, telling him that I've regained my composure. He nods back and we continue forward. "Hey!" I shout down the hall. "What do you think you're doing?!" The guy holding Chris turns his head to face me. "You stay out of this Dylan," he spats, "This is between us and this fag." Evan I think was his name. Yeah... Evan, our star quarterback. That makes his two friends Thomas and Robert. These three are your typical jocks: stocky in build, obnoxious at times, and not the brightest of folks. Evan, as I said before, is the star quarterback of our school. Well, "star" in quotes. His football season isn't... going too well this year. It's not bad, but it's not the greatest. We're barely making it through the season. One more loss, and we're basically out of semis, let along state. In any case, you never see these three separate. Wherever Evan goes, don't be surprised to see Thomas and Robert following close behind. Some say that the two are just in it for the popularity, while some think that the two are friends with Evan because he has more money. Personally, I think they're just friends. No more, no less. What? Can't a couple of guys be friends just because they wanted to? Bryan raises an eyebrow again. "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Ah Bryan... always in the dark I see," Evan taunts. You see, our school has this little rivalry between sports. Every year, every team has an unofficial competition to see who did best during their particular season. The prize? Bragging rights. But... the biggest competition last year was football and track. Yep, you've guessed it, Evan and Bryan... the team captains of each team. So as one can imagine, the two don't get along well. "What do you mean?" Bryan asks again. "What do you mean?" Evan mocks in a falsetto pitch. "I'll tell you what it means. Rumor has it that this fag's been going around asking other dudes for blowjobs. I'm only here to show him what happens to these types of people when they do that around here." What the fuck?... Don't tell me Brandy decided to spread the rumor anyways. "Where did you hear this rumor?" I ask cautiously, trying to buy me some time to think of a plan. "A little birdie told us," Thomas smirks. "In any case, we're just here to see for ourselves if the rumor is true." "Well he's with us, so you answer to me if you so much as misplace a hair on his body," I warn the trio. Evan forces Chris, who's struggling to escape, into Thomas's grasp. "Oops," he taunts. "Stop moving you queer," Thomas grunts as Chris flails his arms and legs. "Let. Go. Of. Me!... Help!" Chris screams. "I'm giving you one last warning Evan," I sneer, "Do not anger me and let him go. Or else." "Or else what?" he snaps back. "What are you going to do about it? I mean look at you! You're a scrawny-ass pussy who's all talk! You seem to be all that, but in reality, you're not... All you do is hide behind your friends and run away from girls!" "Hey Evan..." Robert butts in, "Maybe we should you know... let this go. Remember the rumors about Dylan?" "What? Are you pussying out of me too?" Evan barks. "Rumors are just rumors. I mean look at him! All bones and no meat." "All I'm saying is that is she really worth it?" Robert asks. She... Ding! Bingo, my hunches were correct. Evan scoffs at Robert and grabs Chris again from Thomas. He slams him back onto the locker in the same position. "Now if you don't mind, we have a lesson to teach his queer boy." He reaches his hand down Chris's pants and fondles with certain parts he's not suppose to be touching. Chris responds with a gasp and squirms around, trying desperately to get away. Big mistake. All I see now is red in my eyes as I look upon the sight. My hands ball up into fists and sigh deeply. "Bryan... I'm sorry..." Before Bryan can reply, I dash forward with my right fist behind me and launch it square onto Evan's face. He staggers backwards and tries to regain his footing. Taking the opportunity, I grab Chris by arms and forcibly push him towards Bryan. No time to make sure that he's ok; Bryan will catch him, I hope... I spin back around and roundhouse kick Evan in the face just as he's standing up. His eyes grow big with fear as he realizes what's happening. The heels of my shoes connect with his cheek, causing a couple of teeth to fall out of his mouth. With blood gushing out of his nose and mouth, Evan falls to the ground unconscious. "What the fuck?" Thomas breathes out as he lunges forward. He attempts to grab hold of me, but I crouch down just in time and head butt him in the stomach. "Argh..." he grimaces as he stumbles. He looks over at Robert. "Don't just stand here! Help me catch his son of a bitch!" Robert looks frightful and shakily points his finger. "What?" Thomas asks. He turns around, only to feel a stabbing pain on his stomach again as I force the sole of my shoes into his gut. He bends over in pain and I punch him hard on to the back of his head, knocking him out too. With two down, I turn my sight onto the last, Robert. He looks at me, down at his two friends, and back up to me. With fear in his eyes, he flips around and forces his legs to move away from me. I get into a crouching position and pounce onto him like a jaguar going in for the kill. My arms wrap around his waist and I pull him down onto the ground. "NO! STOP! PLEASE!" Robert screams as he claws the floor, even though it was futile. I flip him around and straddle his waist with him body. He pulls his hands up, trying to block his face from my lightning speed punch. Just when I'm about to make contact, Chris screams out to me. "DYLAN!" Hearing his voice, I force my fist to stop just in time, with only a few millimeters away from Robert's face. Breathing heavily, I look down on Robert, who's trembling and shaking uncontrollably. I get off of him and see a big wet spot in his pants. "You run away and I'll hunt you down," I warn him in a low voice. Fearing his voice might betray him, Robert nods his head in between tremors and tries to get up, only to fail since his hands won't listen to him. I stomp back to where Bryan and Chris are and make left to the nearest locker. Feeling extremely frustrated over myself, I punch a random locker. Fuck that hurt! I remove my hand and see a big dent along with some red marks. Fuck! I look at my hands and see blood all over it. I sigh, slam my back onto the lockers, and slump down below the locker I just broke. There goes my money for the week... Bryan sees the blood works and rushes to the nearest classroom for the first aid kit. I glance over at Chris and see him looking at me. I quickly look away and close my eyes, unable to meet in my current state. He scoots up to me and places one of his hand on my cheek. "Dylan..." he whispers. "What?!" I jeer back, refusing to look up since I'm still angry. Angry at the fact that I couldn't save Chris in time. Angry at the fact that I just beat up three guys. Angry at the fact that Chris had to watch all this!... He was never suppose to see this side of me! Now he's going to live in fear everyday whenever I'm near him! I feel my eyes starting to swell up and my cheeks puffing. "Dylan look at me," Chris urges. "I can't," I sniffle. "Dylan!" He grabs hold of my face and forces them forward. He looks deeply into my eyes and sighs. "Dylan... thank you... for saving me..." "You're not scared?" I ask, holding back the tears of emotion. "Of what? Your eyes?" he asks. I nod, afraid that my tone might be too harsh. "Dylan... I already saw those eyes of yours back when Brandy first attacked me. They were scary at first, but then I realized that you only showed them because you cared for me." I sigh and try to look away again, only to have Chris force my face back into position. "Dylan look at me. These eyes aren't scary to me. They might be to everyone else, but to me, they look normal to me. So again, thank you for saving my ass," he says tenderly. Before I can say anything, Bryan rushes back with a first aid kit and a teacher. At the sight, the adult gasps and pulls out his cell phone. "Here Chris. You attend Dylan's hand. I'll go see what I can do for the idiots over there." Chris grabs hold of some moist towels, gauze, and tape. He holds out my hand and tears open the package of towels. He gently strokes my bloody hand, wiping away the sweat, grime, and blood off my skin. I wince at pain and tell him to be gentler. After cleaning my wound, Chris wraps my knuckles completely with gauze and seals the loose end with tape, stopping the germs from invading my body. "Looks like you'll need some help for the next few days," Chris giggles as he kisses my bandaged hand.. I glare at him, but couldn't help laugh at his comment. "Well, it's a good thing you're here right?" I look to my right and see Bryan helping a groaning Evan up while Robert's helping Thomas into a sitting position. On my left, I see the school dean coming over alongside the teacher and the school nurse. Oh boy... this is gonna take a while to explain... The dean speaks into his radio, telling whoever's on the other end to phone our parents. Ah jeeze... way to make things even more complicated. "Alright, those who can stand up, follow me to the principal's office. And those who can't, stay where you are and the nurse will attend to you," the dean states to everyone. Bryan, Chris, Robert, and I get up and followed the dean to the office while the nurse crouched down to check out Evan's cracked face. The five of us walked through the maze and eventually find our way into the principal's office. The dean instructs us to sit down by the bench and wait for further instructions. Bryan and I automatically sit in between Chris, as if something's going to jump out and attack him again. Robert, on the other hand, sits across from us and constantly stares at me uneasily. It's as if he's afraid I'm going to jump out and attack him. Good, he deserves this fear. About 15 minutes later, everyone's parents show up. Since Robert's on the other side, his parents briskly dash over to see what happened. Bryan's dad follows close behind and drags Bryan aside, bombarding him with questions as to what the hell happened. Chris's mom enters next and comes over to us, not looking too happy. She pulls Chris aside too. Finally, my mom walks over and sits down next to me. She says nothing, but instead, sighs deeply. "You mad?" I ask her. "Should I be? Yes. Am I though? No," she replies calmly. I look at her and raise an eyebrow. "Dylan, this is the first time ever I've been called to the principal's office. So whatever you did, I'm sure you had a very good reason." "Should I tell you now, or keep it for inside?" "Why don't you save it for later? Although I'll hiding in the back of the office when we go in," she states. "Huh?" "I know you better than anyone else. Once you enter in there, all hell will break loose. You know what I'm talking about don't you?" she reminds me. I nod my head, understanding what my mom said. For a guy who doesn't usually care about anything, my mind can be extremely stubborn sometimes. Once my mind is made up about something, no matter how many times I fail, even if it kills me, I will do anything to fulfill that something. "In any case, I'll go warn Chris's mom about you. If she's smart, she'll heed my words and be next to me when we go inside." She gets up and scurries over to where Betty and Chris are standing. I sigh and look up at the ceiling. I hate it when my mom's right. Nonetheless, she's right; my mind's already been made up. No one's going to get into trouble for this stupid incident, not directly at least... The principal's door opens and calls everyone in. Robert, Bryan, Chris, and I walk forward. Once we all enter, the principal motions the remaining adults to follow. "So... this isn't the first time you've been in here Robert," Mr. Gray, the principal comments. "You three... I've never seen before." Big man, Mr. Gray. He weighs about 250 pounds with muscle, is 6'4" when upright, and speaks in an affirmative voice, just like a principal should. His best characteristic? His handshake. Firm, simple, and hurtful at times if you see it coming. "So..." he begins, "What I've been told is that there's been a fight here on campus. I'm sure you know that means Robert." Robert doesn't speak, only nods his head. "Oh where are my manners. Everyone find a seat and sit." Mr. Gray stands up and gestures at the comfy chairs in front of his desk. Being the bold one, I break the ice by sitting down first, followed by Chris, Bryan, Robert, and finally, his mom and dad. The rest? Well, they all managed to squeeze into back bench, the further away from me, the better. "So, as I was saying, this school has a zero tolerance for fighting, but I'm willing to let you guys explain yourselves. If the circumstances are right, I'll be able to give you a lighter punishment," Mr. Gray explains. "So, who wants to start?" "I will," I speak for all of us as I unfold my legs and lean forward. Over the next ten minutes, I explain with excruciating detail about what happened from the start of lunch to now. However, I tweaked the story a little. First tweak, I told the principal that I had no idea why the trio bullied Chris. By the time I arrived at the scene, they already pinned him to the lockers. Second, I told him that Robert didn't fight back, which was true. The reason why was because he told his friends to knock it off. Again, not a complete lie. Him peeing his pants? He saw how horrifying I was fighting the other two and let it loose out of fear. The fact that he wasn't hurt solidifies my claim even further. The fight itself? The two attacked me first, and I acted in self defense. Evan "lunged" forward at me, so I punched him in the face. Thomas then attacked me, so I crouched and head butted him. Mr. Gray questions the other three, to which they all agree with my story. Thank god Robert caught on fast. "Ok, you're story seems believable," Mr. Gray states after reading over his notes again. "I'll have to search your records and determine what kind of punishment all of you will go through." "Not so fast," I interject quickly. Everyone turns their eyes to me. "I want everyone off the hook for this." "On what grounds?" Mr. Gray sternly asks, "Need I remind you that everyone here was involved in a fight?" "Ok first of all, Bryan and Robert played no part in any fighting; that was all me, Evan, and Thomas. So you can't blame someone for something they didn't do," I argue, "and don't give me any of that 'they were at the scene' crap." Mr. Gray raises an eyebrow at my choice of words. "Yeah, I know what your thinking. I swore in your office. So what?" I scoff. "Ok..." he begins slowly, "but like I said before, this school has a zero tolerance for fighting." "Bullshit. How would you feel if the police arrested you because you were standing next to a fight?" I challenge. Mr. Gray tries to answer, but I interject, "Exactly. Unfair and uncivilized." "But-" "But nothing," I finish for him. I glance over and see Bryan sigh a breath of relief. "Next, Chris is also innocent of this incident." "You've got to be kidding me," Mr. Gray groans. He looks over at my mom. "Is this how he acts at home." My mom simply smiles and shakes her head. "Hey," I call out to him by snapping my fingers, "I'm over here... Anyways, Chris's been through a lot in this fight already. Punishing him when he's the victim seems ridiculous to me." "Rules are rules Mr. Wolfe. I can't give somebody the slide. And the fact that he was directly in the fight doesn't help either." I sigh... time to use my trump card. "I seemed to let out one small detail from before. The reason why Evan and Thomas attacked me first was because I told them to back off from Chris." "What does that have to do anything?" I glance over at Robert, and then to Chris. "...One of them had his hands inside Chris's pants." Chris's face blushes bright red and looks away in shame while Robert tenses up and shivers a little. The color from Mr. Gray's face completely disappears at my words. "Look," I continue, "All I'm asking is that you let us off the hook." "And if I don't?" Mr. Gray tests cautiously. "Do you really think I'll stay quiet? Rumors are already spreading like wildfire around this school. I can be the gasoline and say that rape was committed at this school. That means the school's, and the principal's, reputation will plummet down the drain." "Who...ahem. Who um... fondled with Chris?" "I wasn't clear who had his hands in Chris's pants, so I can't tell you who the culprit is. It could be Thomas. Or it could be Evan; I'm not sure," I reply with a sly. I got this in the bag! If he were solid on his zero-tolerance shit, he wouldn't have asked me any more questions. "...What about the rumors spreading? Won't that catch a drift to parents?" Robert's dad pitches in. "Rumors are just rumors. The school can't prove anything, and I'm sure Mr. Gray can make an announcement to disperse these so-called rumors." "...What about Evan and Thomas?" Mr. Gray brings up. Again with the questions... "Call the nurse. I'm sure nothing major is broken; just a couple of teeth that fell out of place," I wave aside nonchalantly. "And I'm sure Robert will tell them exactly what happened. Right Robert?" "Um... sure..." he responds. I can see the look in his eyes that he's glad that he's not in trouble. I turn my attention back to Mr. Gray and hold out my hand. "What do you say? Do we have a deal?" He looks at me, at Robert and his parents, and then back at my group. "Alright fine..." he sighs, "But I don't ever want to see any of you guys here ever again you here me?" "Deal." Done and done. See, that wasn't so hard now was it. On the way out, Chris rushes over to his mom and bear hugs her while I venture towards my mom. Robert walks over to me and pulls me aside. "Look... um... I'm sorry," he grunts while rubbing the back of his head. "And um... thanks. For... you know... saving my ass from being expelled." "Sure..." I trail off, "Although I didn't do it for you; I did it to save my ass." "I know, I know... but still, thank you... if there's anything I could-' "Actually, there is..." I complete the thought for him. I motion him to come closer and whisper, "Your little birdie, was it Brandy?" Robert tenses up again and breathes in sharply. "Yes..." "Lemme guess, she promised you guys something in exchange for messing with Chris a little." His head droops down and sighs. "She promised Evan that she'd be his date to homecoming and help Thomas and I get dates if we did something for her. Brandy told us that she caught wind of a rumor about Chris going around, getting on his knees..." "Ok, that's all I need to know. Thanks Robert, consider us even." I give him a wink and leave him with his thoughts. "Ok, well if there's nothing left to be said, I'd like everyone to head back to class," Mr. Gray announces to everyone. "We are currently halfway through 6th period, so please, be on your way. Parents, if there's nothing else I can help you with, I'm asking that you guys leave the campus as it is still school hours." "Who's up for some afternoon tea?" my mom asks everyone. "I think we all need something to cheer ourselves up. Not to mention Betty and I have some catching up to do." The parents wander off-campus, discussing what they should do for the rest of the afternoon. Meanwhile, us students start heading back to class. On the way out, I pull out my planner and walk up to the secretary. "Excuse me Miss, but I have a favor to ask." "What is it?" she asks, annoyed at my presence. "You see, I found this lost planner on the ground, and I was wondering if you can tell me what room Brandy Parr is in for 6th and 7th period? I'd return it to the lost and found, but I imagine she'd be needing this right away." The secretary punches in some numbers and letters, and the screen pops out a picture of Brandy. "She's in room 415 right now, and she doesn't have a 7th." "Thank you," I say and head off towards class, well... "class." Bryan decides to head off back to class, so he splits after reaching his class room. With just the two of us, I lead Chris down the 400 hall and make right at the nearest locker hallway. Picking a spot where there weren't class room doors on both sides, we sit down and relax. No point in going to class since we're already 45 minutes in. "Chris, I have some unfinished business to attend to, so you go on ahead to study hall without me. I'll be there momentarily," I speak softly, just in case somebody walks by. "Ok... I'll just tell the teach that you're in the restroom taking a dump or something," he giggles. I sigh deeply and scoot up next to him. "You feeling ok?" "Yeah... even though Evan um... fondled with me, I think I'll manage. It's not like he did any permanent damage..." "Ok... if you ever need to talk about it, let me know ok? The last thing I wanna see is you being depressed over this." "Sure..." he replies as he wraps his arms around me. "...Dylan?" "Yes snuggle bug?" I whisper. He gives me the look; I just grin at him. "Two things... First, Patrick and his parents are leaving Thursday." "Oh? What made them decide to leave?" "My dad," he states. "You see, he's going on another business trip for about a week, and since my mom is refusing to go back home, there really isn't a point for Patrick and his parents to stay at my house." "...Did they explicitly say it like that?" I ask for clarification. "Yeah, my mom told me that my dad had this conversation already. Aunt Clair wasn't too happy about it... But it's for the best I guess," he smiles. "Ok." "Yeah... but that means I won't be able to sleep with you everyday now..." he states sadly. "Well, let's make the most of it then," I smile back and give him a hug. "So uh, what's the second piece of news?" "...I realized what our dreams meant..." he whispers. Suddenly, it hit me. So that's what the dreams were about... To save Chris from this! Oh my god, greatest epiphany ever! Oh my god!... I turn to Chris with my mouth open. "Oh my fucking god Chris! It all makes sense now! Protecting you, to save me, oh my god!" Chris points his finger up, attempting to speak, but gets cut off by the bell. Man, what is with us and timing?! I look at Chris and snicker a little; he joins in too. "We'll talk about it later," I reassure him. We stand up and go our separate ways; him towards study hall, and me towards room 415. I arrive in front of 415 (it was only 5 classrooms down), and rest my back up against the wall, waiting for Brandy to come out. About two minutes pass by before the obnoxious girl reveals herself with a slightly smaller group than usual behind her. I unfold my arms, stand up straight, and glide over towards her. "Hello Brandy..." She turns around and looks at me, surprised. "Oh, hello there Dylan. What can I... do for you?" "It's not what you can do for me... more like... what you already did," I reply coldly. I take a step forward and brush her chin with my cold hands. "As if middle school weren't enough Brandy..." She jumps a little and slaps my hand away. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I sigh deeply. "I know what you did... and let me just say, you've unleashed this upon yourself." "What ever do you mean?" she prances. I ignore her and turn my attention to the group of girls behind her. "To those who follow Brandy, I have a message for all of you. Brandy has waged war against me by hurting one of my dearest friends. This is your first, and last warning. Do not get involved. I will not hesitate to make your life miserable if you continue to follow in Brandy's footsteps." I hear whispers among the crowd. Some of the more prominent ones include, "What is he saying? Did something happen? Just what did Brandy do?" "In any case," I continue, "I've said what I wanted to say to you girls." I return my gaze to Brandy and mutter in a low, evil voice. "Brace yourself... I'm going to make your life miserable and unbearable to live in." "And just how do you plan on doing that?" she growls. "I think I'll start off with homecoming. I know just how much you hate losing to Carrie," I sneer back. She gasps as I turn my back against her. As I'm walking away, she shouts loudly at me, "You and what army Dylan?! I'd like to see you try!" All I do in response is flip the bird at her with my back still facing her. Phase one: complete. Now onto Phase two. I turn the corner and hear her start a tantrum. "Think you can fuck with me? I'll show you what I can..." Her sound gets covered by the surrounding noises as I make my way towards the ASB office. Hoping that she'd be in there, I fling open the door and look around the room for Carrie. "Ah, there you are," I state as I walk up to her. "Huh? Oh, hey there Dylan..." she greets while scurrying a paint brush over a poster. "Did the rumor catch wind yet?" I ask. "You mean about your fight? Yes, what about it?" she questions while writing something in big letters. "...Brandy set the whole thing up," I state after a brief pause. Carrie stops what she was doing and sets down the brush. She looks at me. "What do you mean?" she hushes softly so that the other members of ASB wouldn't hear. "I mean, she made the first move already by attacking Chris," I reply back. "Carrie... usually, I wouldn't do this, but this time, she's gone too far. If it's a war she wants, it's a war she'll get." "...Just what do you plan on doing?" Carrie asks slowly. "I don't know. What do you think I should do? Homecoming queen?" I smirk. Her eyes light up and grins gleefully. "You mean?" "Yep. This year, I'm going out with a bang. I think it's time we put my skills to the use." "What do you need me to do?" Carrie asks. "I'm going to need a list of everything ASB is involved in with homecoming. And I mean everything..." I stress. "Sure! Heather!" Carrie calls out. "Yeah?" Heather replies while walking towards us. "Guess who's going to be a queen?!" Heather's eyes grow wide this time and opens her mouth. She grabs hold of Carrie's hands and the two start jumping with joy. "Oh my god-oh my god-oh my god!" "Ahem!" someone coughs. "Oops! Sorry Andrew," Carrie whispers back, and then continues to giggle. "Ok. Serious face time." She grabs some air in front of her face to try and contain her excitement. "What do plan on doing?" "Hmm... let's see..." |~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~| I know how long some of you have wait for this. So sorry for the delay. I hope you guys are enjoying what I've been writing so far. It isn't easy, but it's so rewarding when you see yourself finish a chapter. I don't know, it's like you've reach a goal before a deadline, even though there really isn't one (a deadline). The original plan was to submit three chapters all at once, but chapter 16 is a bit of a dooey. So I'm holding onto it for a day or two to fix the errors and get everything down. Trust me, a lot of you guys are going to like the next chapter. So please be patient and bare with me... Jet lag and whatnot.