Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 22:24:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lusty <lustyville@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Science of Us-Part24. Short and Sweet, But no Treat  (Kyle)

     I sat in Nick's hospital room staring blankly at the tv.
Some nurse had just been in, giving him medicine for the pain.
Nick was in the bed waiting for another doctor to come see him
and Pat was sitting in a chair on the other side of Nick's bed.
Pat and Nick were making fun of the idiots on some talk show. I
was planning three murders. Every now and then one of them would
say something to me and I would respond but I wanted no part of
their conversation. They were pretending that everything was okay
and I was incapable of doing that. I didn't understand how they
could joke around when Eric and his friends were still free and
neither the principal nor the police were going to do shit to
them. Eric was a bastard, a sick bastard, and I wanted the whole
world to know what he had done to Nick.

     I closed my eyes for a minute and I pictured myself beating
the shit out of Eric with my hockey stick. I picked up where John
had left off. I kept hitting him until there was nothing left but
a bloody mess of flesh and bone on the ground. I looked down at
him and smiled at the pulp because nothing was moving besides the
blood running on to the ground beneath him. He was dead. I spit
on him and said, `That's for Nick.' Spitting on him in my mind
made me smile.

     "What are you thinking about?" asked Pat.

     I opened my eyes, losing the image of Eric's mangled body
and replacing it with the face of my handsome boyfriend.
"Nothing," I told him.

     "Yes you are," Nick said. "I bet you're plotting your
revenge, but don't. Just leave this shit alone and hopefully
things will start to calm down."

     "Now come on Nick, when have you ever known me to pursue
trouble?" I gave him a wicked grin.

     "Well you are the same Loverboy who seduced Patrick Hughes,"
he responded.

     "Hey, keep me out of this," Pat said trying to hold in his
laughter.

     "See, even his voice screams `I'm trouble'" Nick teased as
he stuck his tongue out at Pat.

     "No thanks, I get enough tongue from Kyle," Pat told him. I
think Nick and I were both surprised that Pat was able to say it
with a straight face. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and I
knew the blush was coming.

     "Aww, you made him blush," Nick said as he pointed to me. My
eyes locked with Pat's and we gazed in to each other's eyes for a
few seconds. I felt the urge to rip his clothes off of him. I
wondered how I could be turned on at a time like that, but I
didn't wonder for too long because I looked away from Pat, and
thought about Eric so my excitement wouldn't show. "You two can
go fuck in my bathroom, but I want twenty dollars before you go
in. The hotel de Nick is a classy joint." I reached over and hit
him upside his head without thinking. "Ouch," he screamed.

     "Oh Nick, I'm so sorry, I" A smile crept across his lips.
"You asshole, I thought I hurt you!" I hit him upside the head
again and that time I didn't feel bad about it.

     "So when are you two going to do it?" he asked.

     "Can we not talk about that?"

     "Oh come on. It's just sex."

     "Gay sex?"

     "I thought you'd never offer," he teased.

     "Hey, he's mine," Pat reminded him. I didn't know Pat was
still listening to the conversation.

     "I know, but just remember that I've had him longer." Nick
winked at Pat and then turned his attention back to me. "What are
you two waiting for anyway?"

     "We haven't been together that long," I told him.

     "Hello. Ding ding, think who you're talking too. I know all
about your relationship."

     "Well if you know all about it then why are you asking
questions?" Pat challenged.

     "Because Kyle is petrified about having sex with you. He
doesn't think he'll be good enough. He doesn't think he can
compare to Drew. But hey, he's got to be better than a
microphone, right?"

     "Nick, shut up. It's not funny anymore," I told him. He knew
that discussion was supposed to be private. He had never betrayed
my trust before, but the part that bothered me most was him
trying to make light of what had happened to him.

     "I know it's not funny! It fucking hurts like hell! But I
have to pretend it's funny so you don't flip out and do something
everyone will regret tomorrow."

     "What?" I asked.

     His eyes were filling with tears. "I can't stand what they
did to me. Its shit, I'm shit. What kind of a man gets raped? How
will I ever fuck another girl, knowing what has happened to me?
Huh? Can you tell me that? Huh Kyle? Can you?" His eyes were
looking at me, but it felt as if he was looking straight through
me.

     `Something's wrong' I thought. "Pat" I looked up in enough
time to see Pat's back as he walked out the room. He must have
known something was wrong, too. Seconds later a team of nurses
were running in. I wondered where the doctor was, but he strolled
in after the crowd.

     "I hear your friend is having some issues," the doctor said
in an accent I didn't recognize.

     "Yes, he's"

     Nick cut me off, "I'm not having issues. I'm fine. I feel
great. Never better. Well okay maybe not great. I was raped after
all and that sucked, but sometimes like sucks, and when life
sucks all you can do is hang on and pray the sucking stops before
you disappear."

     The doctor looked at me. "Son your friend is waiting in the
hallway, why don't you go join him and the two of you can go to
the waiting room until everything is under control."

     I decided I hated the doctor's accent. "I'm not leaving." I
protested.

     "Are you his brother?"

     "Well,"

     "I didn't think so. Now please excuse us so we can do our
job." I wasn't even out the room when I heard the doctor yell,
"What the hell did you give this boy?" Someone mumbled an answer.
"Why would you give him that?"

     As soon as I walked out the door, I was wrapped in Pat's
arms so I stopped listening. "Let's go to the waiting room," he
whispered.

     "Okay," I said, not wanting to let go but understanding that
I didn't have a choice. We walked down the hallway with our
shoulders touching but that was it for contact. The waiting room
was empty so I sat next to him and put my head on his shoulder.
"I hope he's okay."

     "He will be. It was probably some combination of the drugs
they gave him that caused the problem."

     "What problem?" asked Jeremy as he walked in the room.

     "Some drug they gave him had him running his damn mouth a
little too much." I said.

     "But he was just being honest," Pat said. I noticed the
pointed look that Pat threw in my direction when he made his
comment. If Jeremy wasn't there, I would have asked Pat what the
problem was, but Jeremy was no member of the inner circle.

     "Well I hope he feels better. I was on my way to his room to
thank the two of you for getting me to my mother and I saw you
guys sitting here."

     "It's no problem, Jeremy. We were just bringing you along
anyway, we didn't know your mother worked here until she told us
who she was." I thought Pat was providing too much information
and I wanted to tell him to chill on the info because he was
diminishing what we actually did. If I couldn't be Nick's hero
for that day, at least I could be somebody's. Pat cleared his
throat. "So how are you feeling?" he asked.

     "Like me again," Jeremy said. "I hate having those stupid
attacks."

     "It's okay Jeremy, it's not your fault. The attacks aren't a
big deal," Pat told him.

     "Yes they are, but we're not here to discuss me. How's Nick
doing?"

     "Besides flying high, he's doing well."

     "What, who's flying high?" asked Drew as he walked through
the door.

     "Nick," Pat answered. I looked at the door hoping to find
the `Come in and join the conversation' sign, but there was
nothing there.

     "That figures in a place like this." Drew said with a
certainty that could only come from someone who had been through
it before. Chris had walked in behind Drew, giving each of us the
nod as Drew spoke.

     "What are you doing here and where's John?" Pat asked Chris.

     "I had to come. Besides Drew would have walked here if I
didn't bring him. As for John, he's um, he's been arrested for
assault. I'm sure his father will have him out by the end of the
day, but you know what that means." The two exchanged a look and
I had to mentally fight the jealous feeling I got when I realized
I still wasn't in their intimate circle yet.

     "So what happened to Eric and those other idiots?" asked
Pat.

     "What do you think happened?" I said.

     Everyone glanced at me then Chris told him, "Well you know
Eric is here. Nothing happened to Aaron and Kelso. They just let
them walk."

     "What!" Pat exclaimed. "Why would they do something like
that?"

     "The list of reasons is endless." Jeremy told him.

     "But they raped another student."

     "Well technically they sodomized him," Jeremy said.

     "Nobody gives a shit about technicalities" Chris snapped. I
guessed the day had us all on edge.

     "Don't yell at him," Pat told Chris.

     "I didn't mean to." Chris turned to Jeremy and said, "I'm
sorry about my tone. I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that
my day has been fucked up since the first bell at school and it
seems unrelenting."

     "I know exactly what you mean." I told him.

     "Nothing can fix this day except for a few dead bodies,"
Jeremy said. We turned to look at him. "Okay dead bodies can't
fix it, they can only make it feel a little less awful, but damn
if hurting them wouldn't feel good."

     "Now you're talking." I said, sitting up in my seat. "We
should go kick their asses right now!"

     "Why, so you guys can be in jail tomorrow?" Pat asked us.

     "You don't have to come with us." I stood up and he stood
with me.

     He rushed to the door and blocked it with his body. "You
need to be here when the doctor is done with Nick."

     "I'm doing this for Nick" I protested.

     "Well you shouldn't."

     "Get out of my way, Pat." He refused to move, so I bowled
right through him, knocking him on his ass. He was a hockey
player so I knew he could take it. I kept moving. I yelled an
apology over my shoulder and I was halfway down the hallway when
I realized I didn't have a car. "Shit! We don't have a car," I
yelled to Jeremy, who was behind me trying to keep up as I zipped
down the hallway and weaved in and out of people. I ran out the
door and saw a familiar car pull in to the parking lot. My mother
once told me, `Never go looking for trouble, because you'll
always find it.' When I saw that car, I knew she was right. I ran
towards the car. My mother got out of the driver's side. "Hey
Mom!" I shouted.

     "Hey Kyle. How's Nick?"

     "He's fine, but I need to borrow the car for a little
while."

     His mother got out of the passenger side. "You're not going
to stay with him?"

     "He's in with the doctor right now so I just want to make a
quick run. I'll be right back."

     "Well okay," my mother said, "but you get your butt back as
soon as possible."

     "Okay." She passed me the keys and I noticed the worried
look in her eyes. "Everything will be fine," I said. She walked
to the back of the car and I watched as my mother practically
carried Nick's mother in to the hospital. I figured his mother
was in no condition to drive herself, so my mother took over;
it's what she did. I got in the car and Jeremy got in the other
side.

     "So what are we going to do?" Jeremy asked as we headed
towards the school.

     "I don't know, but they'll regret the day they ever laid a
hand on Nick."

     "So you're going to kill them?"

     "As much as I would love to, I can't, but I can get a bat
and beat their asses."

     "I could kill them," Jeremy said.

     I stopped the car. "We can't kill them. You can't kill them.
Okay?"

     "Whatever."

     I pressed the gas and continued to the school. I came to a
screeching halt as I parked. We both hopped out of the car and
walked towards the school. I was almost to the door when I heard.
"Hey faggot!" yelled from behind me. `Not him again,' I thought.
I knew he would be back but I wasn't expecting it right then.

     I turned and saw Matt running towards me. I expected him to
stop when he got close, but he didn't. He sucker punched me. That
was all I needed to unleash the fury I was saving for Aaron and
Kelso. I hit him fast and hard, delivering several blows to his
face and stomach, then I kneed him in his groin, just because I
could. He fell over, grabbing his sore dick, but I didn't let up
until two strong arms were pulling me back. "Let me at him!" I
shouted.

     "Young man you are in a lot of trouble," said the voice
behind me.

     "He attacked me. Ask anybody out here!"

     "He doesn't look like he's doing much attacking." I felt my
arms pulled behind me and I felt the handcuffs being put on.

     `Oh no,' I thought, `how am I going to get the car back to
my mother?' I looked over at Jeremy who had that glazed look in
his eyes again. `Some help he was' I said to myself. "Jeremy!
Jeremy!" He finally looked over at me. "Get the keys out of my
pocket and take the car back to the hospital. And whatever you
do, don't tell my mother where I am!" He looked at me like he
understood, but he didn't move. "Jeremy!" He flinched, but this
time he moved. Matt was still on the ground. He looked up at me
and then he kicked me square in the family jewels. "Shit!" I
screamed as I bent forward. The officer kept pushing me as if
nothing happened. "Didn't you see that?"

     "I saw an act of self-defense." The officer walked me to the
front of the school and he was putting me in the backseat of the
cruiser when I looked over and saw Aaron and Kelso standing
outside snickering at me. I wished I could give them the finger,
but my hands were already occupied. I tried to give them a look
that would turn both of them in to stone.

     I mouthed, "You're next."

     I saw my mother's car pass us on the road and I put my head
down in shame. Matt had gotten in my way. I figured I would be in
trouble for what I did anyway, but I was pissed that I didn't get
to do what I wanted to do. If I was going to be in trouble, I
wanted to be in trouble for something I planned, like beating
Kelso and Aaron. I wouldn't mind going to jail for that. They
deserved it, well Matt deserved it too, but he was way after them
on my list.

     The officer walked me in to the station and booked me. Then
he walked me to the back towards a cell. John was the only person
in the cell. Shock was written all over his face when he saw me.
The officer opened the cell and roughly shoved me in.

     "What are you doing here?" John asked.

     "We thought you could use some company." I smiled at him and
he smiled back.

     "You did something stupid didn't you?"

     "Yes and no. I was stupid when I left the hospital and I was
on my way to do something stupid but I ran in to an old friend
and got caught up in something else."

     "Something else that got you here?"

     "I got in to a fight with Matt, alright? He started it, I
finished it and now I'm here."

     "Matt came to the hospital?"

     "Weren't you listening? I said I left the hospital. Matt and
I fought at school."

     "Oh." I sat down next to him. "My father should be here
soon. I'll have him bail you out, too."

     "I watch tv, don't I need a bail hearing or something?"

     "You obviously aren't familiar with my father."


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