nine
Alex awoke with a start. The place he woke up in, however, was not entirely familiar. Instead of his own bedroom with his own bed and his own sheets and his own father pounding on the door to wake him up, all of the aforementioned belonged to Zack. Confused for a second as to why he was still at his boyfriend’s house, he soon came to the realization that he and Zack must have fallen asleep together. This was no cause for complaints, but what proved to be problematic was the fact that it was now Monday. Late-night Sunday makeout sessions weren’t always the best idea. They usually left the pair pretty exhausted.
Alex shifted his body slightly on order to sit up in the foreign bed, gently raising Zack’s arm which was draped limply over his back. He placed the appendage at the other boy’s side and began to nudge him gently to wake him up. Zack’s body was warm and comfortable. He looked so innocent and cute when he slept, and disturbing him was not on Alex’s list of interests. But, it had to be done.
“Baby, wake up,” Alex cooed. He stroked Zack’s back fairly vigorously, causing the sleeping teenager to stir and crack open his eyes.
“Shit,” He said flatly, “’s Monday isn’t it?” He took one hand and rubbed his eyes, making a soft and strained noise in the back of his throat.
“Afraid so,” Alex leaned over and pecked Zack a good-morning kiss on his slightly flushed cheek. “We should probably get dressed ‘n’ stuff. Yanno, school.” Zack didn’t respond to this very depressing thought, he just sat up in the bed and placed his head in his hands. At this time, Alex couldn’t help but notice that Zack had a pretty good amount of bed-head going on.
“Hmm. You look so cute with bed head,” The blond boy purred, patting his boyfriend on the head lightly. Zack gave a half-enthused snicker and nudged Alex to get out of the bed so they could get ready. After all, school was an inevitability and an excuse like, ‘oh sorry Dad, I can’t go to school because I was up all night sucking dick’ wouldn’t be an effective way of getting them out of it. So, Alex complied and hoisted himself from the firm twin-sized mattress and stood up, stumbling a little bit before hearing a small giggle come from behind him.
“You’re naked,” Zack grinned.
“Yeah, so are you!” Alex retorted. Zack shrugged. “Besides, you love my white British ass.”
“I do,” The other boy concurred.
Alex took the discarded clothes from last night from their respective spots on the fairly dirty carpet and wiggled himself into his black skinny jeans. This always took a bit of effort. In the time it took Alex to squeeze himself into the pants, Zack had since gotten up from the bed and donned a pair of underwear and a shirt. Not wanting to wear the same shirt he had yesterday which, in all honestly, had probably been ejaculated on, Alex took a random shirt off of Zack’s floor and put it on. The other boy didn’t seem to voice any objections.
The two were fully clad in whatever was in Zack’s dresser and, after exchanging a long and lazy kiss, walked downstairs. The black-haired boy’s father was sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper like most old people do, and didn’t really bother to look up when both boys walked past him.
“Want something?” Zack offered, fishing himself a bagel out of an open bag sitting on their counter and taking a very large bite out of it.
“I’m all set, thanks,” Alex replied, slipping one arm around Zack’s waist and giving a loving little squeeze.
“Mmkay. We should go then, probably gonna be late,” The boy spoke with a large chunk of ‘everything’ bagel rolling around inside his mouth, which Alex found kind of gross, but at the same time totally adorable. The two boys walked with rather tired swaggers in their step, not bothering to bid farewell to Zack’s father as they exited the kitchen. They walked out the door, pausing briefly to grasp each other’s hands, and started walking the rather short distance between Zack’s house and Towson High School.
*
Most of the day had gone by; it was Alex’s second to last class of the day and, as usual, he was bored out of his mind. Typical Alex. He just sat there daydreaming about normal gay-boy teenager things and making up songs in his head while some teacher he really did not give two shits about droned on about Julius Caesar or whatever it was they were talking about. It was during these times that he usually liked to just informally scrawl possible lyrics to songs on the back of his notebook, or any other surface.
Interrupting the teacher’s long and very boring lecture about Caesar, the bell to signal the end of class rang. Not soon enough, either, because Alex was becoming antsy just to go see Zack before last period. He sprang up from his chair, carelessly cramming his tattered notebook into his backpack, and walked briskly out the door.
Zack’s locker was at the other end of the hallway from the classroom, and he was usually there before Alex. The two met at Zack’s locker after class usually, just for a quick smooch and small talk. It never lasted more than a couple minutes, but having that interaction was always nice. Alex neared the location and sure enough, there was Zack rummaging around in the blue metal locker, minding his own business. Then, off from some other direction, Alex heard a voice call his boyfriend’s name. Jack’s voice. It wasn’t in too nice of a way, either, so Alex immediately felt threatened and sped up his pace of walking a little bit. He didn’t want Zack to get hurt.
Alex approached his boyfriend about the same time as Jack. The taller boy was accompanied by Blake Harnage, who essentially was this satanic freak who dressed in all black all the time and nobody liked. He wasn’t all that nice really, and he was a bit notorious for being… violent, to say the least. Alex wondered why Jack would bother with the likes of him; nobody else did.
“Hey faggot,” Immediately, Alex wanted to tackle Jack to the ground and strangle him. This was so unlike him, and so offensive.
“What the hell do you want, Jack?” Alex spoke for Zack, who just kind of stood timidly with a slight look of fear in his eyes.
“Nothing, just seeing how your butt buddy over here was doing,” Jack said with an undertone of threat in his voice. Blake laughed at Jack’s tasteless comment, and Alex felt the anger really begin to boil in the pit of his stomach.
“Leave us alone,” Alex said sternly. He snaked an arm around Zack’ waist protectively, trying to comfort the boy who he could tell was becoming more afraid by the minute. Frankly, Alex didn’t blame him. Jack was not all that intimidating, but the scary looking black-haired muscular Satanist standing next to him was one of the more threatening people Alex had ever seen.
“Okay, fine, stupid queers,” Jack turned his back slightly to walk away. Wondering why Jack would just throw a few gauntlets and leave, Alex scoffed and muttered a few choice words under his breath. Not expecting what was to come next, it took a few seconds for Alex’s brain to catch up with what he saw.
All of a sudden, Jack whipped his body around and pretty much threw himself at Zack. He pushed the boy into the wall of lockers behind them and started throwing erratic punches at Zack’s face and stomach. Zack was just standing there, hunched over against the lockers, trying to escape from the cascade of fists and feet that were coming at him. Making small grunting noises as Jack hit him, the boy became weaker and weaker and more hunched over with every punch. Jack was going at him relentlessly, and Zack was putting it all the effort he could to keep himself out of harm’s way as best he could. Although, it proved to be a futile effort as he was getting a new bruise or a new scratch every second.
Alex’s protective instinct kicked itself into high gear. He wrapped both hands around the flailing and growling Jack and tried to pull him off of his boyfriend. It took a few tugs at Jack’s thrashing torso before the boy was emancipated from wailing on Zack, though it took a fair amount of effort to keep it that way.
Alex was now standing there defensively trying to keep Jack from hurting his boyfriend, and Jack had since calmed down a little bit. Suddenly, from behind him, Alex heard a loud slamming sound. This was accompanied by a loud grunt and a subsequent bang of something hitting the floor. Alex could only imagine what had just happened behind his back. Completely forgetting about Jack, the boy whipped around to see one of the most horrifying sights he had ever laid eyes on.
Blake was standing over Zack, fist clenched and his mouth twisted into a sinister snarl. He looked ominous, dark, and quite frankly extremely terrifying. But not as terrifying as what was as his feet.
Zack lay on the ground just inches from the satanic boy’s statuesque and intimidating figure. His body was lying in a sickeningly awkward position and his eyes were closed. His chest rose and fell gently, but other than that the boy was not moving. Zack was knocked out cold, face completely white except for a glistening stream of blood running from his progressively swelling nose.
Alex shifted his body slightly on order to sit up in the foreign bed, gently raising Zack’s arm which was draped limply over his back. He placed the appendage at the other boy’s side and began to nudge him gently to wake him up. Zack’s body was warm and comfortable. He looked so innocent and cute when he slept, and disturbing him was not on Alex’s list of interests. But, it had to be done.
“Baby, wake up,” Alex cooed. He stroked Zack’s back fairly vigorously, causing the sleeping teenager to stir and crack open his eyes.
“Shit,” He said flatly, “’s Monday isn’t it?” He took one hand and rubbed his eyes, making a soft and strained noise in the back of his throat.
“Afraid so,” Alex leaned over and pecked Zack a good-morning kiss on his slightly flushed cheek. “We should probably get dressed ‘n’ stuff. Yanno, school.” Zack didn’t respond to this very depressing thought, he just sat up in the bed and placed his head in his hands. At this time, Alex couldn’t help but notice that Zack had a pretty good amount of bed-head going on.
“Hmm. You look so cute with bed head,” The blond boy purred, patting his boyfriend on the head lightly. Zack gave a half-enthused snicker and nudged Alex to get out of the bed so they could get ready. After all, school was an inevitability and an excuse like, ‘oh sorry Dad, I can’t go to school because I was up all night sucking dick’ wouldn’t be an effective way of getting them out of it. So, Alex complied and hoisted himself from the firm twin-sized mattress and stood up, stumbling a little bit before hearing a small giggle come from behind him.
“You’re naked,” Zack grinned.
“Yeah, so are you!” Alex retorted. Zack shrugged. “Besides, you love my white British ass.”
“I do,” The other boy concurred.
Alex took the discarded clothes from last night from their respective spots on the fairly dirty carpet and wiggled himself into his black skinny jeans. This always took a bit of effort. In the time it took Alex to squeeze himself into the pants, Zack had since gotten up from the bed and donned a pair of underwear and a shirt. Not wanting to wear the same shirt he had yesterday which, in all honestly, had probably been ejaculated on, Alex took a random shirt off of Zack’s floor and put it on. The other boy didn’t seem to voice any objections.
The two were fully clad in whatever was in Zack’s dresser and, after exchanging a long and lazy kiss, walked downstairs. The black-haired boy’s father was sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper like most old people do, and didn’t really bother to look up when both boys walked past him.
“Want something?” Zack offered, fishing himself a bagel out of an open bag sitting on their counter and taking a very large bite out of it.
“I’m all set, thanks,” Alex replied, slipping one arm around Zack’s waist and giving a loving little squeeze.
“Mmkay. We should go then, probably gonna be late,” The boy spoke with a large chunk of ‘everything’ bagel rolling around inside his mouth, which Alex found kind of gross, but at the same time totally adorable. The two boys walked with rather tired swaggers in their step, not bothering to bid farewell to Zack’s father as they exited the kitchen. They walked out the door, pausing briefly to grasp each other’s hands, and started walking the rather short distance between Zack’s house and Towson High School.
*
Most of the day had gone by; it was Alex’s second to last class of the day and, as usual, he was bored out of his mind. Typical Alex. He just sat there daydreaming about normal gay-boy teenager things and making up songs in his head while some teacher he really did not give two shits about droned on about Julius Caesar or whatever it was they were talking about. It was during these times that he usually liked to just informally scrawl possible lyrics to songs on the back of his notebook, or any other surface.
Interrupting the teacher’s long and very boring lecture about Caesar, the bell to signal the end of class rang. Not soon enough, either, because Alex was becoming antsy just to go see Zack before last period. He sprang up from his chair, carelessly cramming his tattered notebook into his backpack, and walked briskly out the door.
Zack’s locker was at the other end of the hallway from the classroom, and he was usually there before Alex. The two met at Zack’s locker after class usually, just for a quick smooch and small talk. It never lasted more than a couple minutes, but having that interaction was always nice. Alex neared the location and sure enough, there was Zack rummaging around in the blue metal locker, minding his own business. Then, off from some other direction, Alex heard a voice call his boyfriend’s name. Jack’s voice. It wasn’t in too nice of a way, either, so Alex immediately felt threatened and sped up his pace of walking a little bit. He didn’t want Zack to get hurt.
Alex approached his boyfriend about the same time as Jack. The taller boy was accompanied by Blake Harnage, who essentially was this satanic freak who dressed in all black all the time and nobody liked. He wasn’t all that nice really, and he was a bit notorious for being… violent, to say the least. Alex wondered why Jack would bother with the likes of him; nobody else did.
“Hey faggot,” Immediately, Alex wanted to tackle Jack to the ground and strangle him. This was so unlike him, and so offensive.
“What the hell do you want, Jack?” Alex spoke for Zack, who just kind of stood timidly with a slight look of fear in his eyes.
“Nothing, just seeing how your butt buddy over here was doing,” Jack said with an undertone of threat in his voice. Blake laughed at Jack’s tasteless comment, and Alex felt the anger really begin to boil in the pit of his stomach.
“Leave us alone,” Alex said sternly. He snaked an arm around Zack’ waist protectively, trying to comfort the boy who he could tell was becoming more afraid by the minute. Frankly, Alex didn’t blame him. Jack was not all that intimidating, but the scary looking black-haired muscular Satanist standing next to him was one of the more threatening people Alex had ever seen.
“Okay, fine, stupid queers,” Jack turned his back slightly to walk away. Wondering why Jack would just throw a few gauntlets and leave, Alex scoffed and muttered a few choice words under his breath. Not expecting what was to come next, it took a few seconds for Alex’s brain to catch up with what he saw.
All of a sudden, Jack whipped his body around and pretty much threw himself at Zack. He pushed the boy into the wall of lockers behind them and started throwing erratic punches at Zack’s face and stomach. Zack was just standing there, hunched over against the lockers, trying to escape from the cascade of fists and feet that were coming at him. Making small grunting noises as Jack hit him, the boy became weaker and weaker and more hunched over with every punch. Jack was going at him relentlessly, and Zack was putting it all the effort he could to keep himself out of harm’s way as best he could. Although, it proved to be a futile effort as he was getting a new bruise or a new scratch every second.
Alex’s protective instinct kicked itself into high gear. He wrapped both hands around the flailing and growling Jack and tried to pull him off of his boyfriend. It took a few tugs at Jack’s thrashing torso before the boy was emancipated from wailing on Zack, though it took a fair amount of effort to keep it that way.
Alex was now standing there defensively trying to keep Jack from hurting his boyfriend, and Jack had since calmed down a little bit. Suddenly, from behind him, Alex heard a loud slamming sound. This was accompanied by a loud grunt and a subsequent bang of something hitting the floor. Alex could only imagine what had just happened behind his back. Completely forgetting about Jack, the boy whipped around to see one of the most horrifying sights he had ever laid eyes on.
Blake was standing over Zack, fist clenched and his mouth twisted into a sinister snarl. He looked ominous, dark, and quite frankly extremely terrifying. But not as terrifying as what was as his feet.
Zack lay on the ground just inches from the satanic boy’s statuesque and intimidating figure. His body was lying in a sickeningly awkward position and his eyes were closed. His chest rose and fell gently, but other than that the boy was not moving. Zack was knocked out cold, face completely white except for a glistening stream of blood running from his progressively swelling nose.