Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2006 11:39:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Kylie Maddison <kylie2mc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Looking Deeper 2

This story in purely fictional; any similarities to
real life are completely coincidental. This story also
contains male/male relationships and explicit sex. If
you are offended by this, this is obviously not the
story for you. Enjoy.

                         Looking Deeper
                            Chapter Two

                                Mondays


I hate Mondays. No really, out of all the days of the
week Mondays suck the worst. That was the thought that
seemed to be preoccupying my mind as I approached the
steps to the entrance of St. Matthews Academy; my high
school. It sounds like a preppy, rich school doesn't
it? Well, that's because it is, which explains why I'm
not exactly the most liked guy around, but that wasn't
something I was concerned about right now. Right now,
my ass was on the top of my list of worries. Or more
specifically, the smarting my ass was going to be
feeling after I climbed the Swiss Alps that just so
happened to be the front entrance to my school.

Big Joe had been brutal last night and he worked me
hard. It must have been more than four straight,
consecutive hours of him and his cronies fucking me.
When one would finish, there'd be another there to
take up his spot. It hurt like hell and I didn't get
hard once, but that was no surprise. I wasn't there so
they could pleasure me and my ass was still hurting
like a bitch. So just how I was going to take those
steps without some major discomfort was beyond me.

"Shit!" I cursed, hating Big Joe more than anyone at
the moment. "Whoever thought it'd be a good idea to
build the fucking Eiffel Tower right in front of a
school needs to be shot."

"No kidding. Man, we have got to quit smoking, these
stairs fuck with my lungs dude." I turned to see Kyle
and Kent walking up beside me, and Kyle was openly
snarling at the stairs.

"Speak for yourselves, losers. Those smokes are like
walking cancer, and I'm gonna laugh my ass off when
you get emphyzema and have to talk through a fucking
hole in your throat." Kent replied, only half-joking.

"Nah, if it comes to that, I'll just put myself out of
my misery." Kyle replied haughtily but then yelped
when someone pinched his ass not-so-nicely. He spun
around to confront whoever had just grabbed him as
Kent and I looked up to see John and Mikey standing
there. John was glaring daggers at his boyfriend. He
had obviously heard Kyle's comment, and was none too
happy with it; if the glare he was giving Kyle was any
clue. Kyle tried to soothe John.

"I was just kidding. I wouldn't do that; you should
know that John. Besides, I figure if I really do get
emphyzema you will be the one that have to take care
of me, and I'll get to enjoy being  pampered AND being
a pain in your ass at the same time." Kyle grinned, as
the rest of us burst into laughter.

"Well then," John replied with an evil smirk on his
face, "I'll just have to make up for it by being a
PAIN IN YOUR ASS now." His voice was thick with
innuendo and Kyle half-blushed, half-glared at John in
result. The rest of us just laughed harder.

They are a cute couple, I thought. It's painfully
obvious that they care about each other, and that they
honestly don't give a flying fuck what other people
think. At least John doesn't. Kyle still gets nervous,
I notice, when John kisses or gropes him in public,
but he never says anything to him.

John was aware of his boyfriend's hesitation and he
understood it, which is the reason he tries not to get
upset whenever Kyle flinches away from him sometimes.


Kyle still hasn't come out to his parents, and seeing
how they reacted when John was  introduced to them as
just a "friend", John knew why. They were judgmental.
Kyle and John decided to wait until they both
graduated high school to tell the parents. However,
that meant that they have to be extremely careful in
public.

Kyle's parents can't stand John. They think he's some
druggie with no life, and lives to bring their son
into what they think is John's world of drugs, sex,
and no future. That couldn't have been farther from
the truth.

John somehow was able to maintain a 4.0 GPA all
throughout high school, and now that he's a senior,
there were schools offering him full rides. He
refused. John decided he was going to wait for Kyle to
graduate next year, and if music didn't work out for
them, they would choose a school together and go from
there.

Watching the two, I admit, I sometimes get insanely
jealous of their relationship, but that's probably
because people, in general, hate what they can't have.
And what John and Kyle have is definitely too out of
reach for me, and it was this thought that plunged me
into a deeper depression. I sighed aloud and started
walking beside my friends as we slowly ascended the
steps.

Well, I was right. My ass did NOT like that abuse and
I almost groaned aloud. I almost sang Hallelujia when
we got to the top, and the first five-minute bell
rang. We all went our separate ways but I noticed John
hung back a little. He wanted to talk. Damn.

"Hey Trey, we need to talk about last night," he
started slowly and I let out an annoyed sigh.

"What about it, John?"

"What was up with you man? You just disappeared on us,
and you lied. TO US, Trey. You know, your best friends
and the band members who'd kill for you." John
replied. He wasn't mad at me, just worried.
"When the hell did I lie to you?" I asked, feigning
innocence. I was hoping it'd work. It didn't.

"DUDE! I'm your friend, Trey. Cut this shit out! You
think we bought that crap story about your curfew man?
What the hell is going on with you?"

Shit! I should have kown they'd never buy it, but I
was desperate at the time and it was the only excuse
that came to mind.

"John, what if I told you something..." I trailed off.
I couldn't. I just couldn't tell him how I let myself
be degraded and fucked like a girl; even if it was for
the band.

John waited for Trey to finish but then realized he
wasn't going to. He let out a frustrated sigh. Class
was starting, he realized, when he heard the second
bell go off, but he wasn't going about to let Trey off
the hook until he got some answers.

"Dude, Trey just tell me."

"I can't man. I mean, I just can't." My voice broke
and I had to stop. My eyes were burning with a too
familiar sensation and I wanted to  run away. John
didn't let me, however.

He must have noticed my distress because the next
thing I know, he's not two feet away and I couldn't
tell if he was trying to hug me or squeeze the life
out of me. It felt nice. I haven't been hugged or
embraced in years and I realized how much I was
missing out on, but I had to let go when oxygen was
too necessary. Damn, John gives nice hugs. The kind
that makes a person feel wanted and accepted. I smiled
at him. He didn't smile back.

"Look, if you can't tell me now, will you promise to
tell me later?"

I sighed; it had to come out sooner or later. I was
going to tell him right now I decided.

"Yeah John, I'll tell you some time, but now's just
not the right time." Okay, so I guess that wasn't
exactly telling him `right now', and I mentally kicked
myself.

I should have just said it. Why couldn't I just say
it? Ahhhh! It was all so confusing and my brain just
couldn't process all the questions and my self hatred
at the same time. John finally turned to go to class
and I rushed to my locker, grabbed my books, and
sprinted to class to face yet another day with `The
Ogre'.

The Ogre just so happened to be Mrs. Taylor, and she's
my first hour Chemistry teacher. We have an
understanding; Mrs. Taylor and I do. We hate each
other. She thinks I'm an overindulged, delinquent brat
who's only in `her' school because my guardian is also
the principal.
And I think she's a bitch, plain and simple.

I briefly entertained the idea of ditching the class
altogether, but seeing as how I was already on
academic probation, I decided that wasn't the best
idea. Blake would have my hyde. As I reached
Mrs.Taylor's class, I took a deep breath, and braced
myself for the confrontation I knew was coming.

Less than a second later and I felt like kicking my
own ass for not ditching. Mrs. Taylor turned toward me
and her icy glare settled on me as soon as I entered
the room. She really was an unattractive woman and her
sneer didn't really do much for her.

"Glad you could join us, Mr. Clark."

"Oh, you know I just couldn't WAIT to be here to
listen to your `oh-so-invigorating' lecture,
Mrs.Taylor. You know it's the ONLY reason I get up in
the morning." I was laying it on thick this morning,
and I couldn't help but smirk as the rest of the class
cracked up.

"Don't start Mr.Clark, or I'll have you explain why
you are ten minutes late to my class."

"Oh well that's an easy one Mrs.Taylor," Kent yelled
out from the back. "He was abducted by aliens last
night and is just now returning to Earth, so go easy
on him. It's been rough on him." His falsely
sympathetic tone wasn't lost on the class and they
burst into uncontrollable laughter once again. I
grinned over at my friend.

Our teacher wasn't very fond of Kent either. Ever
since he claimed he got his mohawk as an act of love
for her, she took an almost perverse joy in punishing
him along with me.

"Mr. Clark! Mr.Parker! I will not tolerate you
delinquents disrupting my class! Now get out and get
yourselves to the office."

"Delinquents? Ahh, you're breaking my heart here,
Mrs.Taylor. You know how much I love you." Kent
fake-pouted, his eyes getting big, his head tilting
downwards as his lips curled down into a half-frown.

"OUT! GET OUT NOW!" She screamed, losing her cool,
calm composure and Trey and I grinned at each other in
response. Kent and I knew we were the only two people
who could ruffle Mrs. Taylor's feathers like that, and
we took every opportunity to do so. I blew her a kiss
as we left, leaving a furius Mrs. Taylor behind.

"Dude," I said, grinning, "That was beautiful."

"Tell me about it. She got so red this time I thought
she was going to pop!" He laughed, and I soon joined
him.

"I'm waiting for the day her head just explodes."

"Now THAT would make my day." Kent replied and we
grinned over at each other. As we reached the office,
Kent told me he was going to skip this lecture to go
have a breather.

Lucky him, I thought. Since the principal was also my
guardian, I had no choice but to stay. I gathered my
courage and opened the door to face my guardian who,
no doubt, would be furious that I was here not even
twenty minutes into class time. What I saw when I
opened the door, however, made my blood run cold.

Clay. Oh shit! I was screwed. What was he doing here?
Did he find out who I was and came to tell everyone
about me?

My heart was pounding in my chest, and my eyes almost
glazed over from pure shcok and fear.

"Trey," Blake said, snapping me out of my fears. "What
the hell are you doing here? Don't tell me you got
kicked out of Mrs.Taylor's room AGAIN!"

Yep, he's definitely angry. Can't see why. He likes
Mrs. Taylor just as much as I do,  meaning he can't
stand her.

"Again? I guess that means you can't help but get
yourself in trouble, isn't that right Trey." Clay
smirked and I paled considerably.

I froze and stared at the huge, dark skinned guy like
he had just spontaneously grown another head. He
grinned and I moaned.

"You two know each other?" Blake asked looking betwen
us two, slightly confused.

"Yes."

"No." We replied at the same time and I cursed under
my breath. "I mean yes, we do know each other."

"Oh? Huh, that's odd. You didn't mention anything
before."

"I just met him last night, Blake."

"Where? Oh and speaking of last night Trey, you and I
need to sit down and talk about that. You know I don't
mind you hanging out with your friends, but coming in
at four in the morning is NOT okay!"

"Dude! What's up with this interrogation Blake?! I was
out with the guys, `kay?! Do you really need to know
any more than that?!" I exploded. This conversation
was way out of my comfort zone and the last thing I
needed right now was Clay telling Blake what he heard
and saw last night. Thinking of him pissed me off and
I turned to Clay.

"And what the hell are you doing here anyways?!"

Before he could answer, Blake cut in. "Mr.Clark!"

Oh shit, I'm in trouble. The only time Blake calls me
`Mr. Clark' is when he grounds me.

"You are way out of line here, buddy!"

"You know what?! Fuck this shit! I'm outta here!" I
stormed and and whipped around to leave but was forced
to stop when my only means of escape was blocked by
none other than Clay. I glowered at him and he
smirked. I turned around.

"Just say whatever the fuck you want Blake, and let me
go." My voice was quiet and a little defeated.

"Clay? Can you give us some space? Just wait right
outside my office, please."

I sighed. He wanted to talk. Of course he did;
everyone wanted to talk about me and my problems.
Problem was, I didn't want to talk about them. Clay
looked uncertain for a moment but it quicly faded, and
he left to wait outside.

"Trey, look I'm sorry I yelled at you, but your
behavior lately has been completely out of line. Do
you have any idea how worried about you I was last
night? Not to mention," he  rushed out when it looked
like I was about to interrupt. "your grades have
dropped dramatically and you're on acadeamic
probation!

"I know you've never liked school, but it's never been
this bad Trey. I'm worried about you. You're like a
son to me, Trey, and you have been ever since your
mother left you in my care an-"

I cut him off. "Don't talk about my mom! You didn't
even know her! How dare you pretend like you did! God,
this is why I hate people like you! You're all such
fucking hypocrites who don't know shit. AND I'M NOT
YOUR SON!" I screamed, the feelings that I kept locked
away deep inside coming out. I regretted it, though,
when I saw the hurt look on Blake's face, but it was
fleeting. Now he was back to looking angry.

" Trey, we'll talk about this later, and yes we ARE
going to talk." His voice was quiet, almost chillingly
so. I nodded and stepped outside. Clay was there. I
glowered at him once again.

"What were you trying to do in there?" I whispered,
the anger taking over my voice.

"So, tell me, does he pay you? Or are you his bitch
too?" Clay asked. His question didn't sound demeaning,
but I was still put on edge by it. I looked around to
see if anyone heard him. Thankfully the hall was
empty, and I sighed in relief.

"He's my guardian asshole, and no, he's never touched
me. He doesn't even know about it."

"Yeah, figured as much."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I'm going to school here now." He replied, and for
the second time that day, I felt my insides run cold.

Yep, Mondays were definitely cursed.
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Author's note: Woot! Made it to the second
installment! Go me.