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Hey Peeps C'est Moi! Jordan even though I've pretty well gotten over this sad episode of my life, I still found it took me a long time to write this chapter. I am so very thankful to Sam, who because he was there and because he really cared saved my life by getting me to communicate. Also I'm thankful my parents and Sam's parents and of course Anna who have managed to overlook me being an asshole and managed to pull me out of the deepest of depressions and made me realized that life is worth living. All I can say is LAF!(Love Alwaysand Forever).
YO! Dudes, thanks for your comments etc. not much to say here cuz this is J's stage so I'll just bow out. See ya next chap. - Sam
Peace out and LAF!
Chapter 3 -
Have you ever thought things were just going too good and any second you'd wake up and everything was fucked?
Over the ensuing weeks Sam and I became almost inseparable except for classes in school and even so we'd always seem to run into each other between classes. I was beginning to make lots of friends too. People would just stop and want to talk with me.
Between Sam and our parents they managed to give me a surprise birthday party. It was the best party I'd ever had and I think everyone I'd met at school and some I hadn't met were there. I had a blast. I think everyone did.
Sam and I were best friends. And life was great! Every school day we'd both get to school early just too squeeze in an extra moment of companionship. Weekends sere always special, we'd go biking, do the movies, racquetball, hiking, fishing and just plain having fun goofing off. I knew that I loved him and that he loved me although neither of us ever said a thing. I wanted to though. I wanted to tell him that I was desperately in love with him but at the same time I was terrified to say a thing. I know that several times he wanted to say the same, but again I was scared. I'd always do something to change the subject or just walk away. I knew it frustrated him.
It was just before Thanksgiving holidays Sam had walked with me to my history class. The bell hadn't rung yet so he followed me into the classroom.
"So, we'll bike to your place get our stuff and bike to the Y. I'll beat your ass in racquetball and then over to my place for dinner, right?"
"Sounds like a plan to me, dude, except for one minor detail. NO WAY ARE YOU EVER GOING TO BEAT MY ASS!" I laughed.
"Oh yeah. Who beat whose ass the other night? Huh? Huh? Who's da man! Moi!" he retaliated.
"Hey! Hey! You cheated!" I laughed.
He reached over and ruffled my hair.
"Oy! Dude, you know I hate that! Don't mess with the coif!" I responded taking out my comb and combing my hair.
"Yeah, I know. You look so...humm, what's the word?" Then the bell rang. "Cute" he mouthed then giggled when I blushed. "Later, Dude!" he said.
"Yeah, see ya!" I said as he dash out of the classroom.
I looked over to see Brooker staring at me. He looked like he was pissed off about something.
Tommy Jones, a really good-looking jock, said "Hey, Jordan. Are you and Sam biking on Saturday?"
"Probably, why?" I asked.
"I'd like to join you guys. I had a blast last Saturday with you guys."
"Yeah, we had a pretty awesome ride! I think it would be great to do it again, dude! I'll talk to Sam about it." I said.
The second bell rang. I scribbled out my phone number on a piece of paper.
"Tommy! Call me tonight." I whispered as I reached over and handed him my number.
"Jacobson! I know you seem to be 'mister popular', but the second bell rang," said Brooker.
I don't know what it is with this teacher and me but the next few words out of my mouth really pissed him off. I mean I just said, "Sorry, Mr. Pavlov, I mean Brooker."
"Detention! Today. Here" he said.
A very quite hush filled the classroom. I think everyone was as shocked today as they were when I cussed him out. Several students had said that they thought I was his favorite student because I guess one of my talents was in writing about a historical event and making it interesting and because of this I often was called upon by Brooker to read my report. I used to hate it before I met Sam but now I loved it.
I was pissed and he knew it. Ten minutes before class was to finished he said, "Jacobson, could you read the class your homework assignment?" he sounded somewhat apologetic.
"No, sir. I didn't do it," I lied.
"Oh, too busy playing racquetball with your friend?" he said snidely.
"Whatever," I said with a your-a-dumbass attitude.
"Well, you get a 'F' for the day, Jacobson." Then he dished out the nights homework assignment.
As I was leaving the classroom Tommy apologized "Dude, I'm sorry."
"No big deal, I guess a teacher can treat you like an asshole if he wants to!" I replied loud enough for Brooker to hear.
"I can't believe he gave you detention, Dude!" said Sam, "I'll go to your place and do my homework."
"Okay. See ya in a bit."
I walked into Brooker classroom and sat down. There were no other students. Just me. I glared at him. He looked as if he looked back at me like I'd hurt his feelings. I looked away.
"You can work on your homework, if you want," he said.
"I don't have any to do," I answered.
"You've done all your homework assignments?" he question.
I sighed, "Yes, want to see them?" I said I unpacked my backpack took out my folders neatly marked 'History', 'English', 'French', 'Chemistry', 'Physics', and 'Math' placed them in front of him and returned to my seat. He opened up the History folder. Then looked up at me.
"I lied. I did my History assignment yesterday," I said.
He just looked at me for a few seconds.
"So, who was that boy that came in here with you?"
"Oh, just a friend...really?" he said in a snide manner. "What kind of friend? You seem to be spending a lot of time with him."
I didn't like the way this conversation was going so I ignored him and started putting my folder away. The next thing I new he was standing right in front of me tearing my folders out of my hands and slinging them and my backpack across the room. He was right up in my face.
"Answer me! Are you his lover? You are aren't?"
"No" I said. I started to side step him. He grabbed me and shoved me backwards.
He shoved me again harder and I lost my balance and fell backwards hitting the back of my head on the corner of a desk. Before I knew it he was on top of me pinning to the floor. His face inches from mine.
"I know you're gay, Jordan" he had a sick smile on his face. "Oh, yes, I know you're gay because I know you had a conversation with Anna."
What he'd just said hit me so hard I couldn't think. How could she have told him about me? I trusted her. She was like family. Who else had she told? I was paralyzed. I could move. I couldn't speak. He knew what he had just said impinged.
"You know I've seen the way you look at that boy and the way he looks at you. Why? Why him? Don't you know I love you? You're so beautiful. It was all I could do not to reach out and touch you everyday in class. You're so hot. I get a hardon just seeing you every morning!"
He began grinding himself into me. I was paralyzed with fear. He started kissing my neck. I felt his hand sliding down my stomach and under my jeans and grabbing on to my flaccid penis. He continued kissing me and grinding into me while rubbing me in an effort to get me hard.
"Oh, Jordan. You want me. I know it." He tore my shirt open.
"Please stop. I don't want to do this. Please leave me alone!" I begged as I began to cry.
"No. Jordan, you'll love me. I know you will my sweet, sweet boy. So tender, so sweet..." he said quietly as he undid my jeans and yanked my jeans and underwear down.
"Oh a briefs kind of guy. I like that" he murmured as his head moved down to my still flaccid penis. He started kissing and sucking on it.
"NO! GET OFF OF ME!" I yelled as I fought to get out from under him. I managed to push away from him.
I was almost free when he lunged for me grabbing my shirt and yanking it. I could hear it ripping as I continued to try to escape. He made another grab but only succeeded in making a deep scratch down my side with his razor sharp nails. He lunged again this time slamming me into the back wall. My face must have hit the wall pretty hard and when I turned around I could feel blood trickling down over my lips and chin and onto my now bare chest. He stood a few feet a way from me with a crazed smile. His eyes staring at me.
"Please don't hurt me. Just let me go...please," I begged as I tried desperately to fasten up my pants.
"Oh, Jordan, I wouldn't hurt you. I love you," he said quietly as he reach out his hand and touched my chest. He move closer as he rubbed the stream of blood smearing it across my bare chest. I shivered and began shaking with fear as he continued to move closer.
"Please, stop. Please just let me go," I begged.
"Oh Jordan, I can't. I can't do that otherwise I'd get in trouble. No. Jordan we have to go all the way. You have to do it with me. Then it will be our little secret. Come on, admit it, you're gay and deep down in your sub-conscious you want me." He leant forward and kissed me on the lips. "I love you, Jordan," he said in almost a whisper.
A split second later I jumped sideways out of his grasp and ran for the exit. I was nearly out of the room when he tackled me. I came crashing to the floor knocking the breath out of me. He climbed on top of me.
"Please, get off me," I begged again as I heard him unzipping his trousers. He began to tug at my pants but I quickly grabbed them and held them tightly.
"Oh, shit I'm cumming!" he said. I felt his cum hit my back as he moaned in so kind of sick and perverted pleasure.
"GET OFF OF ME!" I yelled. "GET..." His hand covered my mouth. I bit his hand as hard as I could.
"OW, YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE!" yelled and then he rolled me over on my back backhanded me in the face.
"Get off of me I hate you. You fucking pervert! YOU FUCKING PANSY-ASS FAGOT!" I screamed. I guess that was the wrong thing to say because he started repeatedly backhanding me hard in the face. Then he picked me up as he stood up and punched me hard in the gut and then an uppercut that sent me flying across the room crashing into the desks.
"If I can't have you then by God when I finish with you that slut of a boyfriend won't want you either!"
I managed to scramble out of his way.
"SAM!" I screamed as loud as I could. "SOMEBODY! HELP ME!" I screamed.
Anna Washburn came in to the room. "Mr. Brooker!" she yelled. He turned to see her. I continued to scramble away from him.
"You bitch! It was you who introduced him to that slut. You put them together," he said angrily.
"Jordan get out of the room!" she ordered.
Brooker walked over to her grabbing her by the throat he proceed to strangle her.
"LET HER GO!" I screamed as I dove at him hitting him hard in the back knocking them off balance. We all fell to the floor. I got to my feet and kicked him hard in the ribs. He rolled off Anna on to his back. I pulled Anna away from him and then ran at him and kicked him again.
"I HATE YOU!" I screamed and kicked again and was about to kick again when someone grabbed me and swung me around. I heard Anna scream "DENNIS, NO!" But it was too late a big fist smashed into my face and the lights went out.
To be continue...