"About time we get released from this hellhole, eh Pirate!" James, a smaller boy with short hair dyed bright blue calls from his shower stall.
"Yeah," Davis responds while he lathers body wash on himself.
"Got any plans for the weekend? Some of the guys and I are planning on going camping if you wanna join us. Mark's brother said that he'd be willing to get us stuff."
"That sounds fun, but I got plans already," he states while rinsing off, enjoying the feel of the hot water running over his muscles. "I'm taking Allison out for dinner and a movie!"
"Damn dude! You planning on getting some?" Mark asks from the next stall over.
Davis turns the shower off, dries and wraps himself with a towel, and steps out. "Of course I do, man! Hey James, why not ask the fairy boy? I bet that he doesn't have anything to do over the weekend!"
"Nah, I'll pass on that. Jackson would likely fondle us while we're passed out! Huh, Queer-boy!" he says, eliciting laughs from the others.
Jack sighed, turning off his shower and changing quickly, "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I don't have standards dickhead." He said, heading to grab his bag. He just wanted to get away from everyone.
(Any ideas on how to get them together?)
(Hmm… maybe they have to go on a school camp and they have to share a bunk. During this time they get closer which eventually leads to them getting together?)
(Or they get assigned to do a project together?)
The group laughs at the remark. Davis slides into a pair of jeans, a clean form fitting plain light gray t-shirt, and slips into a black leather jacket. He completes his look by placing a gold necklace around his neck, and putting his ring back on his finger. Exiting the school, his backpack slung over one shoulder, he walks over to a black and red 1970 Cobra Mustang.
"Hi Sweety, I missed you!" he says as he unlocks the door and gets in.
(Group project sounds good.)
Jackson walked out the school, watching Davis climb into his car with a sigh. He shook his head, beginning the long walk home. Jack lived with his dad, only it didn't feel like it half the time. His dad was always working, mainly because the two of them didn't have much money. An if he was home, Jack and his dad didn't have the best relationship. It was one of the reasons he didn't like being home, but it was better then being at school.
Davis drove home listening to a combination of classic and punk rock via Pandora over his phone. The drive was pleasing. Stopping at a nearby park, he sits in wait for Mark to come by with the bottle of wine that he had asked for. He sat in his car, waiting somewhat impatiently, unaware that Jack would be walking through the park to get home.
Jack didn’t notice Davis, too wrapped up in his own head to notice. He hummed softly to himself, enjoying the free time and the peace and quiet. He looked up and noticed Davis, a pout appearing on his face. He sighed, looking back down as he walked towards and past him.
(I feel bad because I completely forgot about this!)
Inhaling slowly, the bully takes a drag off of the blunt that he'd been looking forward to all day.
He looks tense…. "No surprise there," he says to himself, watching the smaller male desperately attempting to go by unnoticed.
Davis looks around, making sure that nobody is nearby. "Come here twerp."
(It's all good bro)
Jack tensed even more, swallowing and reluctantly turning around, "C-Can we save the bullying for… you know… school? Please?" He took a few hesitant steps forward, though kept at a safe distance. It wouldn't make much use, anyway, he couldn't outrun Davis even if he tried.
Davis holds the joint out. "Piece offering for organizing my binders."
Jack blinked, looking from the blunt, to Davis to back to the blunt, “I don’t- I don’t smoke.”
Davis rolls his eyes, and takes another drag from the blunt. "Ok," he exhales. "One hit and I'll let you go."
He shook his head, "I don't smoke. Please just- just leave me alone." Jack made a move to walk away.
"It might help you relax a bit."
“I don’t want anything from you. For all I know you’re gonna get me high or something and then beat me up in a back ally.”
"Okay…. Fair enough," Davis admits. "Go ahead and get going before Mark shows up."
Jack released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Yeah… goodbye.” He mumbled.
The weekend came and gone as a speeding car. Davis stood at his locker, waiting for Jack to give him his newly organized binders.
A promise is a promise; for the week I won't harass the fagot.
Jack walked into school, a couple bruises that were not from Davis in his cheeks though he didn’t bother hiding them. He reached the locker, holding out the binders which were organised as much as possible.
Davis took the binders from the smaller teen. His eyes go wide upon seeing the dark bruises on Jackson's face. "I know for a fact that I didn't cause those." Did some other homo aggressively fuck his face or something?
“Careful, it almost sounded like you cared for a moment there.” Jackson shook his head, opening his own locker to pull out the books he needed.
"I like sticking to my word; you organized my binders, so you get the week off," Davis says as he gathers what he needs for the first class of the day. He struggles to suppress a yawn, and reaches for the thermos down by his feet.
“You might. That doesn’t mean your friends aren’t gonna give me shit.” Jack rubbed at the bruises on his face, clearly in pain as he shut his locker, “See you in class later.”
(They should have most of their classes together…. So far English, Gym…. Math for their first hour class?)
(Sounds good - I think later on they should have art together bc like… Jack is good at that and then Davis is just like ‘okay wtf wow… wait no what?’)
(I was kinda thinking the same thing!)
Davis strolled into the classroom close to being tardy with less than a minute to spare. He seats himself at his desk, placing his thermos just to the side of his things. A sigh escapes him.
It's too early for this crap…. Why can't we do math when we're actually awake?
