Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2005 19:32:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Eleven...

Disclaimer

This story contains acts of the sexual nature between underage boys.  If
you do not like this type of story, or it is illegal in the area in which
you live, do not read any further.

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Chapter Eleven: Struck by Lightning
Early 1992...

Gym class was back to normal.  He no longer cared about the snickering he
heard from time to time; he was his gleeful self again.  He changed with
pride and honor, not caring that most of his beautiful luscious body is
exposed.  His extra amount of energy and care-free attitude felt great to
have back.

"You know Vanessa?"  He asked me while we were changing for gym.

"Vanessa Truman?"

"Yes.  Isn't she hot?  She's got the hottest legs in the whole school."

"Yeah, ok."  I looked over at him confused.  He was in his boxers and socks
only at this time, sitting on the bench just thinking.

"I think I'll ask her out if she isn't seeing anyone."

"Great." I replied in a sort of disappointed voice.  What was going on?  I
was really confused now.  Just when I thought I knew what was going on in
his head, he is acting straight again.  "Are you serious?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"  Matt replied.

"No reason.  How do you know her?"

"She's in my Math class."

"Oh ok."

In gym class, we played a game called War ball, which involved two teams on
opposite sides of the gym.  The object is to throw soft squishy balls at
each other and knock the opposing team out.  It's pretty much the same
thing as dodge ball, but with a few minor changes.  It's one of my favorite
things we do in gym.

Usually James and his buddies are on the opposite team, the teams are
usually split based on the coach.  However I didn't see James with his
buddies.  I suppose he's sick or something.  I didn't seem to care.  Once
the game started, our team was doing fairly well.  It seems like we were
winning.  A ball went whizzing by head and I chased it down to the back
wall.  I was caught by surprise to see James lurking in the back, playing
on our team.  Apparently the coaches didn't notice or didn't care.  I
slowed to a walk peering at him with a look of distain.

I grabbed the ball, only taking my eyes off him for a second and I slowly
walked back to the front lines.  I wasn't sure if James was up to something
or not, but I figured it must be something, if he is on our team.  I got up
next to Matt and said "Did you tie your shorts tight?"

"Huh?"

"James is behind us on our team."

Matt looked back quickly, but returned his focus back on the game.  "What's
he doing on our team?"

"I have no idea, but make sure you tied your shorts tight.  I don't want
him pulling them down on you again."

"Yeah, I tie them everyday now."

We continued to play a bit longer, both of us surviving for most the time.
Our team won by eliminating all of the opposing team.  As the second game
got going, the match was a bit more evenly match it appeared.  After a
minute, Matt got hit by a ball on his head.

"What the fuck?" I heard Matt yell.  I looked over at him thinking he was
out, but he turned around and looked behind him.  "What the fuck is your
problem dude?"

"Shut the fuck up pussy.  It was an accident." James yelled back.

"Whatever.  You hit me in the head on purpose."

"Go fuck yourself you little dick."  He turned around and went back to grab
a ball.

"Matt, just ignore him."  I pleaded with him.  We focused back on the game.
I felt like I was laying to him.  I knew James was up to something; just
don't know what it was.

The rest of the game was uneventful and as we were filing back into the
locker room to change, Matt said he needed to use the bathroom and went
back to the restrooms in the back of the locker room.

I was sitting at my locker taking my shirt and shoes off when I heard a
loud commotion from the direction of the showers and stalls.

I got up to look and there were all these kids moving toward them and soon
I heard yelling and screaming.  I started to hear a chant of `fight' and I
was moving as fast as I could in the direction, fighting through the mob of
students.  Coach was shoving his way through also from the opposite
direction.  I got to the middle where I saw James and his bitches being
held back by a few students and some coaches.  I noticed someone turning
the shower off and I saw Matt on the ground soaking wet.  Crap I thought.

The crowd settled down, many kids dispersing back to their lockers.  Coach
started asking James some questions, as the other kids were escorted to the
coaches office.

"What the hell is your problem James?" Coach beckoned.  James didn't answer
back.

"What the fuck is your problem?"  I yelled at James.

Coach didn't appreciate that.  He turned toward me and said "Mr. Cordova,
get back to your locker and watch your mouth.

"What the hell?" I replied.

"Go now before you get in trouble too" he reiterated.

I went back to my locker and quickly changed so I could get back to the
coaches office as soon as possible.  But as I was finishing up, Matt walked
around the corner and came in the row and sat down.  He was quite wet --
dripping water from his hair and face.  I sat and looked at him with a
sense of helplessness.

"What did he do to you?"  I asked, looking up and down his body.

"It happened so fast.  A few of them grabbed me and shoved my face in a
toilet.  They held me there for a few seconds, and then threw me up against
a wall.  Then next thing I remember I'm being throw into the showers."

"You get burned?"

"No."

"Did you fight back?"

"Didn't have time, it happened so fast."  His eyes were still fixated on
the floor, not even looking at me in the eyes.

"That's good.  You won't get in trouble then."

"But now I'm a pussy."  Just then the bell rang for the next class, and
everyone was leaving.  I sat with Matt, who was still in his gym clothes,
albeit soaking wet.

"The hell you are!  They jumped you.  It wasn't a fair fight; you know
that, I know that, and I'm sure people will understand that."  A few kids
had walked in for the next class.  We were supposed to be heading to lunch,
but I had lost my appetite.  "Common Matt, get up."

He just sat there.  He looked dejected.  I unlocked his locker and grabbed
his clothes.  "Common Matt."  I grabbed him by his upper arm and coaxed him
up.  Before too many kids were in the locker room, I guided Matt back into
the adjoining locker room, reserved for the schools football and basketball
teams.  It was vacant, as it usually is.  No one could see us if we stayed
back there.

"What are we doing back here?"  Matt asked.

"I don't feel much like lunch.  We'll stay back here for the time being.
Just stay quite until the next class changes and gets out of here."  We
stayed there until we heard the locker room vacate.  We were alone in there
and had about thirty minutes until our next class would start.

"What's that smell?"  I asked.

"It's pee."  At first I thought he peed himself.  "The toilet wasn't
flushed."

That got me pissed off.  They shoved him face first into a toilet full of
piss waster!  "That's disgusting!"

"What am I going to do?  I have piss all over me."

"Take your clothes off and go rinse off."  He took his shoes off, then
stood up and removed his shirt and shorts.  His boxers were wet, I could
tell.  White boxers tend to be semi-see through when they are wet.

"I don't have a towel."

I thought for a moment.  I can't ask for a towel as we're not supposed to
be here.  "You can use my gym shirt to dry off some" I proposed.

I went and got my gym shirt out of my locker quietly, hoping no one would
walk in.  I got it rather quickly and got back.  I waited a few minutes for
Matt to come back.

A moment later, Matt peaked his head around the end of the row of lockers.
"Will?" he whispered.

"What?"

"Throw me your shirt."

I just realized he was probably naked.  I tossed him my shirt.  He
disappeared behind the lockers and a few seconds later, came walking down
toward me with shirt covering his private area.  He had his boxers in the
other hand.  He sat bare-butt on the bench next to me.  He still hadn't
looked at me in the face yet.

"Matt?"

"What?"

"You ok?"

"No.  I just got embarrassed again in front of the whole class.  Why does
James have to be such a bitch?"

"Some people are just born bitches."  He shook his head.

"Can you turn around so I can dress?"

"Sure."  I turned around.  Somehow this seemed familiar.  I heard Matt
shuffle around getting dressed.

"My hair is still all wet."  I turned around and it was still pretty darn
wet.

"Comb it and it'll dry.  I can't think of anything else to do about that."

We walked back to our lockers and retrieved a comb and some deodorant.
Matt fixed himself up some more.  He looked handsome with freshly combed
wet hair.  I just smiled at him, watching his beautiful body.  He finally
looked at me.  Our eyes met.

"What?" he said.

"What happened at the movies?"

"What do you mean?"

"Between us -- what happened?"

He gave a sarcastic smirk.  "What do you think happened?  We kissed.
Attention Will, welcome to the word of Jr. High.  Have you never seen
someone kissing in the hall before?"  Before I could respond the bell for
the end of lunch rang.  The gym class doesn't end for another fifteen or so
minutes, but we have to slip out of here and on to our next class.  "We
have to go now" he quickly said and was up and moving out of the locker
room before I could respond.

I never got to answer him.  Matt didn't come over to Anthony's after
school.  He had previous obligations with his mother.  It got me thinking.
At least we were on the same page -- he knew we kissed -- I knew we kissed,
but he acted like it was no big deal.  He acted like I was brain dead when
I asked what we did.

The following day in Gym class, James and his buddies weren't present.  I
assumed they got suspended or detention.  Matt came in surprisingly perky
considering what happened yesterday.

"Feeling better?" I asked.

"I suppose so."

"And you aren't too down about yesterday?"

"Not really.  You took good care of me, made me feel better."

Oh, that was surprising.  I took good care of him?  I just did what any
friend would do, didn't I?  "Ok" was all I could say.

During lunch Matt surprised me again.  As soon as we were all sitting down
he spoke up.

"Guess what guys?"

"What?" Anthony asked.

"I asked Vanessa out and she said yes!"

"Cool" Anthony and I said about the same time.

"So then you two are officially a couple?" Anthony asked.

"Yup.  My first girlfriend."

Girlfriend?  I wonder what the fuck is going on in his head.  Now he has a
girlfriend?  If his goal in life was to confuse me, he was succeeding.

"I got her number and I'm going to call her after school."

Anthony and Matt talked a bit more about girls.  Girls!  What good are they
for, except stealing Matt from me?  Well, Matt isn't mine; I mean I don't
even know if he likes me.  We kissed, but he acted as nonchalant about that
as if it were nothing.  Did he not feel anything from the kiss?  Did he do
it only out of curiosity?  It was pissing me off.

The following week, I got fed up with my confusing.  I was going to
confront Matt about it.  Ask him about our kiss -- if it meant anything to
him.  I may even go as far as to confess my admiration of him, my secret
desire for him.  I woke up Monday morning with that goal in mind.  I wasn't
going home from school without some sort of finalizing closure to my
questions.

First and second period were going unusually slow, but of course.  I barely
remember what the teacher had said.  My mind was going on about Matt, our
kiss and his girlfriend.  I was mad and my teacher caught me on it. Fifteen
minutes before the bell, some teacher walked in, handed Mrs. Molansson a
note and whispered in her ear.  Then the teacher walked my direction.

"Will Cordova?"

"Yes?"

"Come with me, we need to talk."

I didn't even know who this person was.  I looked at Mrs. Molansson in
question.  She nodded her head in the affirmative and gestured toward the
door.  I got up and walked out of the classroom.  I stopped right outside.

"What?"

The teacher simply said "Come with me to the office please" and she
continued in that direction.  I followed.  When we got to the office she
gestured me to sit on a chair in front of the Assistant Principals office.
I was nervous.  I was in trouble, I had to be.  Why else would I be here
waiting for the A.P.?  I waited, and waited and waited some more.  The bell
rang, signaling the end of second period.

Damn.  I was going to ask Matt about it in gym.  But now I'm stuck here in
the principal office for god knows what.  They must be mistaken.  I haven't
done...Crap!  They didn't figure out I skipped lunch last weed did they?
But why now?  Wouldn't they have figured that out sooner?

A moment later, Benjamin walked in.  He stopped abruptly in the door way.
We looked at each other.  Confusion was on his face too.  I shrugged my
shoulder in a negative, indicated I had no idea what was going on either.

A few more minutes passed.  I got anxious.  I had to ask the secretary what
we were doing here.  "Ma'am, what are we doing here?"

"Please wait for the principal."

The bell rang for third period.  Crap -- my time is gone now.  A moment
later the Assistant Principal walked in.  "Willaim?  Benjamin?"

"Yes?"

"You're parents will be here shortly."

"What?  Why?"

"I better let your parents explain that to you son."

"Ok."  I was baffled.

"What's going on Will?"  Benjamin asked.

"I have no idea."

"Why are our parents coming?  Are they picking us up or something?"

"Ben, I really don't know what's going on.  No one will tell me anything
either."

My earlier theory about being caught skipping lunch last week seems to be
blown out of the water.  Why would Ben be here if that's what this is
about?  We sat patiently waiting fifteen or so minutes -- people coming and
going, but no sign on our parents.  I was started to worry -- frustration
set in.  Finally, I saw mom walk in the front of the office.  I stood up.

"Mom?"

I immediately noticed a very interesting look on her face.  Her cheeks were
red, her eyes darkened.  She had been crying?  She ran up and grabbed us
and held us tight.  This was scaring me.

"Mom?" Benjamin asked.  "What's wrong?"

She fell to her knees and started crying.  I don't know what's wrong, but I
started to tear up myself.

Benjamin was about to cry also.  "Mommy what's wrong?"

She gathered herself enough to speak.  "Robert's been in an accident.  He's
hurt badly. Let's go.  Dad's at the hospital with him."

I felt a tear run down my cheek.  We walked out to the car and drove off.
My mind was racing.  Rob has been in an accident.  What kind of accident?
How bad?  "Mom, what kind of accident?"

"Car accident -- happened on the way to school this morning."  I saw a tear
fall from her cheek.  The ride was long.  A million things went through my
head.  When we arrived and immediately went in.  Mom asked some doctor or
something and he pointed us in the right direction.  We took the elevator
up.  When the elevator doors opened, I saw my dad down the hall.  Mom
scurried over to him, me and Ben following close behind.

"How is he?" mom asked dad.

"He's in surgery."

"How bad?" I asked.

"I don't know. The Doctors won't tell me.  Let's go sit down.  The doctor
said he'd be out and tell us once he knew more."

We went and sat in a waiting room -- mom and dad in each other's arms,
slowly crying.  Benjamin sat next to dad, sadly sulking.  I sat by myself
opposite them, starring face down into the blue carpet.  I couldn't believe
I was here.  I was minutes away from talking to Matt about our kiss, now
I'm here in the hospital waiting for word on my brother's condition.

The wait was long.  I counted an hour and twenty minutes by the clock above
the receptionist desk.  A doctor walked and stood by the desk.  Mom and dad
got up and walked over there to him, Ben in hand.  I didn't want to hear
this.  I was too scare, too timid.  I can't see my parents in a moment of
weakness.  It's not something I'm comfortable with.  I couldn't see
anything except the doctor's face as he said `I'm sorry.'

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