Love Bite Chapter2
The next morning I waited in front of the school for Leroy. It was 7 am and already the air was thick and humid. I hated humid air. I waited in the shade, not that it helped much. I ignored anyone who tried to talk to me. I could have burst out laughing when I was approached by a group of freshmen girls, seemingly trying to ask me out. A wicked smirk came to my lips when one started to speak.
“Um, excuse me, Juillian?” I had to admit, she was a really pretty girl. Short, naturally blond hair and chocolate brown eyes all ruined though by her fake tanned skin.
“What do you want?” I spoke with a harsh tone as I crossed my arms.
“I was wondering if you’d go out with me?” She was a little scared.
I laughed. She looked as if she were about to cry.
“Oh, you’re serious?” I was still laughing. “I don’t like whores.” I had gotten serious, now glaring at her.
“How dare you! I’m not-“
“Shut your damn mouth!” I pushed her aside and walked away. I heard her start to cry. I shook my head.
“Dude! There you are!” Leroy called to me from up in a tree.
“How long have you been up there?” I looked up at him with a raised brow.
“Long enough.” He jumped down with a chuckle. “I can’t believe chicks like you.” He shook his dirty blond hair back into place.
“It’s not so strange.”
“I mean, can’t they just tell how gay you are?” He ignored my comment.
"I'm not gay."
”You sleep with me.”
“Are you gay?”
“No way, man.”
“Point proven.”
“I hate you.”
“Thank you.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes at me. It was true; we didn’t actually like each other. We were only friends for convenience. We both had strange desires. We were willing to fulfill them for each other. That was the whole reason I even bothered to speak to him. There were no real feelings there, even after four years. The bell rang, warning us that there were three more minutes until class. We forced out way through the crowds at the doors, receiving disapproving shouts from everyone. Once we were through the doors we went off to our separate classes without another word.
We only had one class together, our art class. It was the last class of the day. I always arrived before the late bell, while he was always about five minutes late. It happened every time, it’s a wonder he never failed out of school. He was probably only passed so the teachers wouldn’t have to deal with him. Today though, he missed almost the whole class. He slammed the wooden door open and stomped in. He kept a harsh glare fixed on me and slammed his hand on the table right in front of me.
“What the hell did you tell my dad yesterday?” He growled right in my face.
“Mr. Villalpando! You cannot walk into my class 30 minutes late and cause such a disruption!” The teacher snapped at him.
“I have a fuckin’ pass!” He tossed the pass at her before turning back to me. “well, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?” He was right back in my face.
“I didn’t say a damn thing!” I growled
“Like hell you didn’t!”
“WHY THE HELL WOULD I?” I stood up, getting right back in his face.
“Because you’re a fuckin’ psycho!”
“I’m a psycho? You, of all people, have no right to say that to me!”
“If you were any other man, I’d beat the living hell out of you!” He grabbed my collar; every word was a harsh growl.
“That’s it! Mr. Villalpando! Mr. Fox! I want both of you out of my class this instant!” The teacher lost her cool.
“Gladly.” I spat and pushed Leroy off me. I gathered my things. “Filthy bastard.” I muttered as I pushed past him.
“Say that to my face you lying little bitch!” He roared, following after me.
We continued to argue over the remaining 10 minutes of the school day as we sat in the main office. Once the final bell rang the vice principal came to talk with us.
“Are either of you going to tell me what happened?” He asked. Neither of us said anything. “Let me make one thing clear, neither of you will be allowed to leave until both of you talk.” He informed us. He brought Leroy into his office so he could talk.
After about 20 minutes, Leroy came back out. He was told that his mother would be picking him up. He sat down with a huff as I was called in.
“Mr. Fox, why don’t you tell me what happened.” I took a breath and explained, in detail, what happened in class.
“I see.” He nodded. “Your parents will have to be notified and will have to pick you pick you up here.”
“I don’t have any parents.” I stated “Or a legal guardian. I don’t need one. May I leave?”
“How long have you lived alone?”
“Two years.”
“Where do you live?”
“My grandmother’s house.”
“Is your grandmother-“
“She died.”
“You’re not upset by this.”
“That was two years ago, she was 95 years old. May I leave?”
“Fine, you can go.” He sighed, giving up.
“Thank you.” I walked out. Leroy was getting scolded by his mother, Vanessa, while his little brother, Levi, was dragged along for the ride. I passed them without a word.
The walk home was quiet. I didn’t even think. My feet just carried me along the all too familiar streets. When my house was in view, there was someone waiting for me. It was Claus.
“Juillian, I need to speak with you.” His tone was serious.
“I figured.” I unlocked the door and opened it. “So, what is it?” I closed the door after he was in and dropped my bag by the door.
“It’s about yesterday...” He sat down on the couch.
“Go on.” I sat on the stool at my easel.
“You have to understand that Funtleroy is a violent person.” He was looking me in the eye. “He attacked you.”
“He didn’t.” I was just as serious with him. “You just don’t understand.” I had to look away.
“Then help me to understand.” He spoke with some concern. He stood up and stepped forward
“I can’t...”
“Are you afraid?”
“Possibly...”
“Who are you afraid of?” He was fishing for the answers he wanted now.
“Not who, what.” I started. “I’m afraid of being judged.”
“For what?” He moved closer.
“I won’t...”
“I want to help you.” He put a hand on my shoulder.
I was getting nervous. I bit down on my lip. I let out a calm sigh as it started to bleed. I still didn’t say anything.
“Juillian, are you alright?”
I nodded and licked the blood away, starting to calm.
“Look me in the eye and tell me you’re alright.”
“I can’t do that.” I couldn’t even look at him.
“Then tell me about it.”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Of course.”
“Fine.” I sighed. “I’m a masochist.” I forced myself to look him in the eye.
His eyes widened. He couldn’t say anything. I waited for him to speak.
“What are you saying?”
“I enjoy pain. I have an addiction.”
“So Funtleroy-“
“He enables me. If it weren’t for him, I’d have accidentally killed myself by now.”
“I-I’m sorry.” He hugged me. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
I didn’t know what to say. And for the first time in a very long time, I cried. I leaned my head on his shoulder and just let myself cry.
“Um, excuse me, Juillian?” I had to admit, she was a really pretty girl. Short, naturally blond hair and chocolate brown eyes all ruined though by her fake tanned skin.
“What do you want?” I spoke with a harsh tone as I crossed my arms.
“I was wondering if you’d go out with me?” She was a little scared.
I laughed. She looked as if she were about to cry.
“Oh, you’re serious?” I was still laughing. “I don’t like whores.” I had gotten serious, now glaring at her.
“How dare you! I’m not-“
“Shut your damn mouth!” I pushed her aside and walked away. I heard her start to cry. I shook my head.
“Dude! There you are!” Leroy called to me from up in a tree.
“How long have you been up there?” I looked up at him with a raised brow.
“Long enough.” He jumped down with a chuckle. “I can’t believe chicks like you.” He shook his dirty blond hair back into place.
“It’s not so strange.”
“I mean, can’t they just tell how gay you are?” He ignored my comment.
"I'm not gay."
”You sleep with me.”
“Are you gay?”
“No way, man.”
“Point proven.”
“I hate you.”
“Thank you.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes at me. It was true; we didn’t actually like each other. We were only friends for convenience. We both had strange desires. We were willing to fulfill them for each other. That was the whole reason I even bothered to speak to him. There were no real feelings there, even after four years. The bell rang, warning us that there were three more minutes until class. We forced out way through the crowds at the doors, receiving disapproving shouts from everyone. Once we were through the doors we went off to our separate classes without another word.
We only had one class together, our art class. It was the last class of the day. I always arrived before the late bell, while he was always about five minutes late. It happened every time, it’s a wonder he never failed out of school. He was probably only passed so the teachers wouldn’t have to deal with him. Today though, he missed almost the whole class. He slammed the wooden door open and stomped in. He kept a harsh glare fixed on me and slammed his hand on the table right in front of me.
“What the hell did you tell my dad yesterday?” He growled right in my face.
“Mr. Villalpando! You cannot walk into my class 30 minutes late and cause such a disruption!” The teacher snapped at him.
“I have a fuckin’ pass!” He tossed the pass at her before turning back to me. “well, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?” He was right back in my face.
“I didn’t say a damn thing!” I growled
“Like hell you didn’t!”
“WHY THE HELL WOULD I?” I stood up, getting right back in his face.
“Because you’re a fuckin’ psycho!”
“I’m a psycho? You, of all people, have no right to say that to me!”
“If you were any other man, I’d beat the living hell out of you!” He grabbed my collar; every word was a harsh growl.
“That’s it! Mr. Villalpando! Mr. Fox! I want both of you out of my class this instant!” The teacher lost her cool.
“Gladly.” I spat and pushed Leroy off me. I gathered my things. “Filthy bastard.” I muttered as I pushed past him.
“Say that to my face you lying little bitch!” He roared, following after me.
We continued to argue over the remaining 10 minutes of the school day as we sat in the main office. Once the final bell rang the vice principal came to talk with us.
“Are either of you going to tell me what happened?” He asked. Neither of us said anything. “Let me make one thing clear, neither of you will be allowed to leave until both of you talk.” He informed us. He brought Leroy into his office so he could talk.
After about 20 minutes, Leroy came back out. He was told that his mother would be picking him up. He sat down with a huff as I was called in.
“Mr. Fox, why don’t you tell me what happened.” I took a breath and explained, in detail, what happened in class.
“I see.” He nodded. “Your parents will have to be notified and will have to pick you pick you up here.”
“I don’t have any parents.” I stated “Or a legal guardian. I don’t need one. May I leave?”
“How long have you lived alone?”
“Two years.”
“Where do you live?”
“My grandmother’s house.”
“Is your grandmother-“
“She died.”
“You’re not upset by this.”
“That was two years ago, she was 95 years old. May I leave?”
“Fine, you can go.” He sighed, giving up.
“Thank you.” I walked out. Leroy was getting scolded by his mother, Vanessa, while his little brother, Levi, was dragged along for the ride. I passed them without a word.
The walk home was quiet. I didn’t even think. My feet just carried me along the all too familiar streets. When my house was in view, there was someone waiting for me. It was Claus.
“Juillian, I need to speak with you.” His tone was serious.
“I figured.” I unlocked the door and opened it. “So, what is it?” I closed the door after he was in and dropped my bag by the door.
“It’s about yesterday...” He sat down on the couch.
“Go on.” I sat on the stool at my easel.
“You have to understand that Funtleroy is a violent person.” He was looking me in the eye. “He attacked you.”
“He didn’t.” I was just as serious with him. “You just don’t understand.” I had to look away.
“Then help me to understand.” He spoke with some concern. He stood up and stepped forward
“I can’t...”
“Are you afraid?”
“Possibly...”
“Who are you afraid of?” He was fishing for the answers he wanted now.
“Not who, what.” I started. “I’m afraid of being judged.”
“For what?” He moved closer.
“I won’t...”
“I want to help you.” He put a hand on my shoulder.
I was getting nervous. I bit down on my lip. I let out a calm sigh as it started to bleed. I still didn’t say anything.
“Juillian, are you alright?”
I nodded and licked the blood away, starting to calm.
“Look me in the eye and tell me you’re alright.”
“I can’t do that.” I couldn’t even look at him.
“Then tell me about it.”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Of course.”
“Fine.” I sighed. “I’m a masochist.” I forced myself to look him in the eye.
His eyes widened. He couldn’t say anything. I waited for him to speak.
“What are you saying?”
“I enjoy pain. I have an addiction.”
“So Funtleroy-“
“He enables me. If it weren’t for him, I’d have accidentally killed myself by now.”
“I-I’m sorry.” He hugged me. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
I didn’t know what to say. And for the first time in a very long time, I cried. I leaned my head on his shoulder and just let myself cry.