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Even though I had gotten over Jason, I honestly didn’t expect him to get over me so quickly. I couldn’t help but to feel a little jealous watching Billy and Jason together.
Billy’s locker is kinda close to mine, so I made sure I pass in his direction as I made my way to my own locker after English class. Billy was stuffing books into his locker. He turned around just as I approached him, as though he were expecting me to come talk to. "Brandon," he said. It was kinda weird the way he said my name, I don’t really know why. "I don’t know where Chris is."
"I’m not really looking for Chris right now," I told him.
"Then who are you looking for?"
"You."
Billy closed his locker, pressed his back against the wall, with his muscular arms crossed and a large smirk on his face. "Now what do you need to see me for? More fun in the gym? What would Chris think?" There was a bit of resentment in Billy’s voice with that last statement.
"This isn’t about Chris," I said, "it’s about Jason."
"You mean the dude you fucked over?"
"I didn’t...it wasn’t like that, Billy."
Shrugging, Billy said, "Looks that way to me, B."
"Don’t call me that."
Billy’s taunting smile faded a little bit. "Right. I forgot. That’s only for Chris...he told me that the two of you had an interesting weekend."
My silence was his answer.
"So what did you wanna come talk to me about, Brandon?" Billy asked, already knowing the answer. "I mean if you came over here to tell me that you want me to stay away from Jason, then I would have to tell you to kiss my fuckin ass...well, you’ve already done that...so then I would tell you to piss the fuck off. But...maybe I’m wrong. Maybe you’re interested in knowin what kinda day I had today. So what is it, Brandon, what did you want to talk to me about?" There was the ultimate look of victory on Billy’s ruggedly good-looking face. When I didn’t answer, he said, "Thought so. Go run along to your little boyfriend and leave me alone." Billy walked off, mixing in with the giant crowd.
* * *
I felt pretty upset for the rest of the day. And to make things worst, I forgot that I had a test in Ms. Navarro’s Spanish class, which I didn’t get to study for, because I was too busy having Chris’ big dick rammed up my ass. Chris sat next to me. I stared blankly at the test sheet in front of me, having no idea what the fuck I was supposed to do. There were a lot of parts of the test where I had to translate words and sentences from English to Spanish and vice-versa. It made my head hurt just thinking about it. Trying to be as discreet as possible, I looked over at Chris’ test. I had figured that Chris would be just as stuck as I was, but that was true. He was breezing through those questions so fast I thought his paper would catch on fire. I hate cheating, and I’ve never ever cheated on a test, but for some reason I felt like I needed to at that moment. I kept taking sneak glances at Chris’ test. I don’t think Chris was aware of it at first, but then I think he began to feel my eyes watching him. He turned and looked at me, noticed that my test was pretty much blank, and slid his paper over in my direction a little bit so that I could see his answers better. Being the dumbass I am, I just copied down all his answers - I really didn’t care if they were wrong or not, I just didn’t want to leave anything blank. The stupidity of it all, was that Chris and I sit in the second row, where it’s very possible for Ms. Navarro to see us. I didn’t think about that at all until I was on the last page and looked up at her desk to see Ms. Navarro glaring at me with the most angriest look I think I person could give. At that moment I just knew it was over. My heart just kinda sank down to my stomach and I put my pencil down. The bell rang and everyone placed their tests on Ms. Navarro’s desk.
"Brandon Newman and Christopher Green, I need to talk to the two of you." Of course she said it super loud so everybody could hear. As people were leaving the classroom, they took little glances at me, snickering as they left. I felt so embarrassed, guilty, and dumb. When the classroom was clear, Ms. Navarro sat down at the edge of her desk and looked at Chris and I with fire in her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with the both of you?" she asked. "Do you love being in trouble that much?"
Chris laughed a little bit.
"There’s nothing funny about it all. The both of you know that cheating is not acceptable in this class, and it’s not acceptable in this school. I could probably have the both of you expelled right now for doing this." That word ‘expelled’ sent unpleasant tremors throughout my body. Chris didn’t seem affected by it all. "But I’m not. Instead, both of you will be getting zeros on the test, and since the two of you like it so much, a week of detention. And I will be sending phone calls to both of your parents."
"Don’t even bother with that," Chris said, "my parents don’t care."
Very cruelly, Ms. Navarro replied, "I see why."
Chris didn’t respond. His face just went really blank and emotionless, which meant he was super angry. I wasn’t bothered by Ms. Navarro calling my mother, because my mother was at work most of the time, and I could just erase the message on the answer machine before she came home.
"Your detention will start tomorrow after, in Mr. Wilson’s classroom. He’s here until seven every evening, so I’m going to tell him to keep you for as long as possible. Your last day of detention will be Saturday morning, all day." She held up our tests. "And if anything like this happens again, I will personally make sure that both of you are out of this school. Now get out of my classroom."
I was pretty much numb as I left the classroom. It just proves my theory that every good day of my life is followed by a really fucked up one. Detention for a week, with Mr. Wilson, I just knew it was going to be the worst fuckin nightmare in the world. As me and Chris made our way to the parking lot to his truck, Chris noticed the concerned look on my face and he told me, "Don’t stress, B. It’s not that bad."
"Chris, what do you mean it’s not that bad: we flunked our test, got detention from Mr. Sexual Harassment Man for a whole week. How is that not bad to you?"
I was really upset as Chris drove me home. I was mad at Billy Anderson, mad at Ms. Navarro, and mad at myself for being so stupid.
"It’ll be okay, B." Chris said.
"Nothin is ever just ‘okay’. There’s always gotta be some bullshit behind everything."
As Chris pulled up into my driveway he asked me, "Do you want me to come inside?" I didn’t know if meant my house or my ass.
"Yeah. I do."
Chris shut off the engine and we both got out of the car. As I unlocked the front door, Chris came up behind me, kissing the back of my neck, rubbing his crotch against my ass. Even when I felt my worst, Chris always knew how to make me feel better. I unlocked the door and we both went in. As soon as we got inside, we were all over each other, kissing and about to rip off each other’s clothes, and that’s when I felt another presence in the room. I pulled away from Chris, and turned to see my mother sitting on the couch, arms crossed, a grim expression on her face. I first I thought it was an illusion, that my mind was just fucking with me. But then she said, looking at me and Chris fiercely. "We need to talk."
To Be Continued...
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