Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2006 13:38:48 -0800 (PST) From: Ryan Hinshaw Subject: Mt. Pishgah This story is 100% copyright. I invented it over a period of two weeks while wandering the halls at my school during lunch. The Secret Stairwell from part 2 is based off of an actual almost hidden stairwell at my school. All of the names I use are real hot boys at my school, except for Mike. There is a boy who sits alone but I don't know his name (although I do fantasize about me and him alone)...any similarities are coincidental. I apologize for the length between the posting of part 2 and the posting of this story. I have been sick so I haven't been typing. Previously on Fantasies: He smiled, kissed me, and got out. I watched him walk up the path and into the house. The door shut and he was gone. I just sat there for a few moments. It's funny how you think back on stuff and say how you wished you would've done something different. That's how I would feel in a couple of days. If I had known certain events were going to happen in two days I would have said some better words to Mike as he got out of my truck. But as everyone has told me, how was I supposed to know that was going to be the last time I would ever see Mike conscious again?... ______________________________________________________________________________ I had given Mike a ride home from school on a Tuesday. Moments before, I had fucked him on top of one of the tables in the lunch room. As I drove away, I was glad that I had gotten to him and befriended him before The Bad Group did. The Bad Group was two boys: Dustin and Garret. Every lunch they snuck off somewhere to snort, chew, smoke, drink, and do anything else possible to their bodies. And they were always looking for new comers. I knew that if they befriended Mike before me, Mike would too join the sinister evil of drugs. That Wednesday at school was normal. I went to class, to lunch (I didn't see Mike as he only had lunch at South on Gold days), and then I went home. I was glad that I would see Mike again tomorrow. I wanted him to come out as well. By this point I was out to practically the entire school. And I was dating the hottest boy in school, Tyler. Tyler had started to sit at my usual table during lunch after our little "visit" to the Secret Stairwell. We had moved our usual table also. Normally it was close to the lunch line so we could get some food and sit. We decided to move it closer to the doors to the lunch room so we could get out faster when we were done. Our table was now two tables away from the entrance to the gym. And because of that, I overheard the conversation that changed my life. Two boys came out of the gym. They were The Bad Group, Dustin and Garret. They were smiling and stuffing plastic bags back into their pockets. They reeked of smoke and beer. Dustin turned to Garret and spoke. "Oh my god," he said, "did that just happen?" "I think so," said Garret. I can't believe that he was gay. And he shaved his...you know! "Who does Mike think he is? Trying to tell us he's gay. And after we let him drink from the same bottle as us and let him try our joint!" said Dustin. "Well I'm sure he won't try anything like that again anytime soon. I hope us beating the shit out of him teaches him a lesson." "Maybe," said Dustin, "but I doubt it because he smoked and drank a lot and he was pretty much already unconscious when we left." I jumped up so suddenly many people turned to look at me, but thankfully Dustin and Garret took no notice. "What's wrong?" asked Tyler, with deep concern in his voice. "I think Mike's in trouble!" I said and dashed off towards the gym doors. I pulled them open and peered inside. Across the entire length of the gym and on the floor lay somebody surrounded by various items. I knew it was Mike before I even started running over to him. As I got closer the items revealed themselves. They were some beer bottles, some joints, a lighter and a bag of green stuff. Mike was covered in bruises (from Dustin and Garret) and his face was almost blue. I knew he wasn't breathing. "NO!!!!!" I screamed as tears poured down my face like a waterfall. I dropped to my knees and felt for a pulse. He had one. I listened for breathing just in case. None. So I did what I was taught in Health in 7th Grade. I began giving him mouth to mouth. I encased his now tear covered lips with mine and started to blow air in. "Help!!!!!" I screamed, "help!!!!!" A teacher suddenly walked in. "What are you yelling abo.....?" "He's not breathing!" I yelled. "Call 911!!" She rushed over and pulled out her cell phone and called. When the ambulance arrived I was hugging Mike and crying. "Don't die! Don't die. I need you!" The paramedic had to drag me away. My world ended 5 minutes later when he looked up and silently shook his head no. I collapsed on the ground crying. I didn't care who was watching. I just cried until I was all cried out. The teacher that called 911 led me to the counselor's office where the counselor was waiting to talk to me. Three days later I attended Mike's funeral at Mt. Pishgah cemetery... I stood with his mom on my left and Tyler on my right. I was holding both their hands and I was crying into Tyler's shoulder. Then, ever so slowly they lowered the coffin into the ground. It was like saying goodbye one last time... As the funeral ended Tyler looked at me. "Do you know who caused this?" he asked. "Yes." "Who?" he asked. "Dustin and Garret from The Bad Group." "Do you want revenge? Revenge is wrong but right now, all I care about is helping you get it." "Of course I want revenge. And you're going to help me?" "Yes," he said, "but how do you want to get it?" "I don't know yet. But," I said with a firm tone, "when I go back to school, I am going to see to it that Dustin and Garret get exactly what's coming to them..." The end of the trilogy. Comments to rymax2000@yahoo.com Thanks to Nifty for posting these. I'm thinking about writing more stories and I want your feedback, good or bad. Thanks.