Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. 2. DUSTY Dammit, only 1:00 and already scorchin' hot and crowded as fuck. I look around the lake through my mirrored sunglasses, annoyed but not surprised....
It was a Saturday in the early part of December and the eight soon-to-be-players were stuck at school, of course not by choice, but because detention always claimed its victims. Mr. Brown, one of the school's science teachers, led the group of seniors to the Study Hall, a windowless room where the were to serve their time like inmates. What none of them knew...
Mr Stone, my history teacher, had kept me after class. It had been a boring class, even for him. The humidity left sweat on all us schoolboys' skin, soaking out into our shirts. The room's rickety old windows barely openable on the third floor. As my classmates filed out, I sat on the edge of the front desk, facing the large wooden desk Mr. Stone was now wip...
Fuckin’ Fab. I couldn’t believe the cunt had done it. The day after I took Fab down, the cops were crawlin’ all over school. They were everywhere, man! The whole fuckin’ school was dragged into an assembly and the Principal got up to talk to us. “As many of you may already know by now, the school has befallen another tragedy, in what can only be describe...
It was when I entered the next room of the art gallery that I saw him. His hair was only slightly sandy, retaining much of the blonde that he had when he was younger. It was still tied up at the back of his head, a sign of most older men that they were trying, but failing, to retain their youth. On him, it didn't matter. He may have been a pound or two heavi...
(Sorry for the double post guys! Rob x ) * Trevor walked across the schoolyard towards the main buildings. His stomach tightened with fear as he saw Frank. He carried on hoping Frank would just spit some insults at him and leave it at that. But today Frank meant business He grabbed the much smaller boy by the shirt and threw him against the wall. Trevor lo...
Chapter 3: Chatting ~*~Side B~*~ My first day at school was really great. I wasn't really expecting to make friends or even get welcomed this nicely and everyone's cool. There are some stupid guys here and there who tried to tease me, but as soon as Ray steps in, the jerks stop bothering me, and it all ends up as playful teasing. Chris and his friends ar...
Note: All characters in this series are above eighteen years of age. I've always been a smart guy; I knew it, my parents knew it, and most of my teachers knew it. Which was basically where I screwed myself over: I know now that I should have played stupid right off from Freshman year. But I didn't have the foresight to realize how it would have helped me,...
Mike straightened his tie. "Are you sure you can do this?" His dad put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. "Yeah, This bastard deserves what ever he gets and more." Mike said firmly. 'Alex used to squeeze my shoulder like that. NO. You cant start thinking about him. You can't or you will just start crying again.' He scolded himself....
I was already awkward with most people in general so it was an incredible relief for me that my classmates were mostly outgoing people when I entered senior high. Despite being a bunch of 18 year olds or older, everyone acted poorly like adults. Even though we didn't know much about each other, everyone socialized like we were all in a reunion. The circle I...