A Dweebs Nightmare

First Day of School

It was mid August and school finally started back up again. Excitment rushed through my body as I had just gone school shopping the week before and I was fully prepared. I even got a nice sweater vest for the first day! As I walked into the building, I went straight to my new locker so I could get to class as fast as possible. There was an underlining anxiety that I felt, but I couldn't put my finger on what exactly it was until I heard familiar voices. It was the football team. I managed to mostly stay out of their way throughout my 8th grade year, but I was a freshman now and they grew so much over the summer. I looked down to the ground, trying to remain unseen, but it was too late.
    One of them led off away from their friends, coming straight towards me. It was at that moment that I started backing away in an attempt to start running, however I ran into one of the other jocks and knew that I was done for. I tried to be as nice as possible and act as if nothing was wrong, but once he grabbed onto my striped polo and pulled me up to eye level, fear rushed through me. I grabbed onto his white v-neck, trying to keep my balance, but fell to the ground once he let go of my shirt collar. I got back on my feet, trying to stand my ground, but that's when he saw my underwear legholes popping out of my pants. In an attempt to put me in my place after seeing the confident, ready to fight, look on my face, he turns me around and wedgies me, then starts to walk with my tighty whities still in his hand to his locker as he shoves me in it. I pound the locker to get him to let me out out of fear that I'll be late for class, but he doesn't care and just walks away. All of this and I still haven't gotten his name
   After second period went by and the mysterious jock goes to his locker to put his stuff away, I manage to swerve my way out of there and run to my locker, retrieving my class schedule and realizing that it's time for lunch. I take out my power rangers lunch box as fast as possible and run off to the cafeteria so there will be adult figures around me.
    I sit down at a table by myself and start taking bites out of my Turkey sandwich as I feel a presence come by all around me. The entire football team is now seated at my table, with the same jock that I've been fearing right beside me. "What were you thinking, sitting down at OUR table?" he blurts out, seemingly offended. I mutter under my breath "it's the first day", but little did I know, he heard me say that.
    He puts his arm around my neck, and drags me out to the hallway as the rest of the football team starts eating my lunch and cheering a name. "Shane, Shane, Shane!" they shout, and that's when the realization comes to my head that that must be his name. He looks at my schedule and takes me to my next class where the teacher is gone in the teachers lounge, and then says "here, since you like to be in class so early, you will be eating here everyday" and put me in a chair wedgie before walking away.
    Shane stays in there with me, making sure that I don't pick out the wedgie, while he starts throwing spitballs at me with the plastic straws and paper napkins you get at lunch. I just take it, and when the bell rings, I realize that he's in the same class.
    Shane takes a seat right behind me and covers my wedgie with a jacket so that the teacher doesn't see. When the classroom starts to fill up, he removes the jacket and the entire class starts to chuckle while the teacher stands there, oblivious to my current situation. It isn't until the very end of class that he takes out the wedgie for me.
    After Shane takes my underwear off of the chair, I start to hurridly walk to my next class, attempting to pick out my wedgie but failing, all the while trying to dodge him. By the time my next class starts, my wedgie is so uncomfortable that I ask the teacher if I can go to the restroom. I practically run in there and trip over myself. While on the ground, I hear a familiar noise.
    "Please dont do it!" I hear someone squeal. I crawl over to the stall that I hear struggling in to get a better look of what's going on. I see Shane and another nerd, mid-flush. I start crawling backwards, stumbling and making too much noise. He hears me, lets go of the other nerds head, and comes out of the stall, stepping on my hand.
    "Well well well, look what we've got here", Shane says, menacingly. I squirm around, unable to get my hand out from under his foot. The nerd in the stall scurries away, and he looks directly in my eyes. "So, since you got one of my nerds away, it looks like you're going to have to be my new nerd!" He grabs the back of my underwear and drags me to the stall the two were just in.
    Shane then plunges my head underwater and flushes it at least 3 times. By the time he lets my head up, I'm unable to grasp any of my surroundings and it's only the sharp pain from my underwear that's keeping me somewhat aware. Finally he lets go of me and escorts me back to class, not allowing me to dry myself off first or pick out my wedgie that was only worsened by the stall meeting.
     I start heading back towards my seat when I feel like someone is following me. I look behind me and see Shane, heading to the seat right behind me once again, just like last class. I take a seat, squirming uncomfortably, but try my best to focus on the lesson.
    Halfway through class, the teacher introduces a project to the class, saying that we can pick our own partners. Shane's face comes close to my ear and he whispers "your with me, dweeb". I shudder, and lose hope of having a first good day of school. The teacher then tells us that we will have to complete the assignment out of class and at each others houses so that we can get to know each other better as it's the beginning of the school year.
    She then has us get together with our partners and discuss who's house we will be going to. I turn my chair around, and before I can even get out a word, you say "we're going to my house, no complaining. My parents arent going to be home until next week, so you'll be coming over every day. If your lucky, I'll even let you go home afterwards. Expect hell, dork." The bell rings, signaling it's the end of the day, and I am finally able to go home. For now, at least.
    When I get home I'm met with an empty house and a note on the fridge saying that dinner is in the oven and my family wont be back until tomorrow. "Great" I think to myself. "Now if I never come home from Shane's tonight, no one will notice." I stall for as long as I can before deciding to finally head over to his house in hopes that we'll at least finish some of the project.
    As I start to walk, a group of guys sneak up to me and smack everything out of my hands into the rain puddles from the storm earlier, leaving me with no supplies. I continue walking, thinking that maybe Shane would have the right supplies. When I finally get to his house, he's waiting for me put on his patio. "Took you long enough, dork, where's the school stuff?"  You say to me. "I-uh, kinda dropped it" I manage to respond. He quickly puts me into a headlock and say cheerfully "well, looks like we'll have some time to actually have some fun then! And you only have yourself to blame."
    Shane then drags me to his room and I'm met with numerous sports banners and work out supplies. He let's me go and lightly pushes me on the bed. Seeing how much of fear I'm in, looking at all of his stuff and his massive muscles, Shane asks, "What? Oh, are you intimidated? Well, you should be," he chuckles.
    "Now, it kind of looks to me that you wanted to be messed with by me, and that your purposely dropped everything. So, as a treat, you're going to get the works from me. First, have you had any water? You look a little thirsty." Without even answering, he gives me a smug look, grabs me forcefully by my underwear, and drags me to his bathroom.
    He plunges my head into the toilet, completely soaking both my hair, and my clothes. After being let back up for air, I start pleading. "C'mon, can we please just do our work? You have to have the supplies for it!" He stands there for a second, still with a rough grip on my toilet soaked hair, taking me back up to the floor, and dragging me back to his room. "Y'know what? Your right," Shane says. He takes me over to his desk and puts me in a deep chair wedgie. He ties my shoes together in a double knot to prevent me from getting up at all, and sets up some dingy school supplies for me on the table. "You better get us an A on this or your dead" he says, and leaves me to it for about 5 minutes before coming back with a few of his friends.
    I start squirming and trying to get out of the wedgie as they laugh at me. I'm not even able to reach down to untie my shoelaces from each other because it only makes the wedgie so much worse. "Hey, it could be a lot worse" one of the guys tells me. "You could have more schoolwork to do". After saying that, everyone Shane invited over lays a pile of all their homework for me to do. I look everyone, completely hopeless. I make one last attempt to get out of the chair wedgie, but end up falling to the ground with a thud. Everyone erupts with laughter and takes their phones out to take videos and post it everywhere they can.
    At that point I knew that I was going to be the laughing stock of the entire school because basically everyone followed them since they were athletes. I started crying which only made the situation so much worse. Eventually, everyone lifted me back up and made me get back to work while they played indoor basketball, occasionally throwing the foam ball at my head. After I did all of the work, Shane's friends left and it was just him and me. "Alright geek, I have an idea. To make sure the school knows who's in charge, especially of you, I'm going to print some of these precious photos out of you in the chair wedgie and hang them up all over school."
    He finally lets me out of the chair wedgie and I start to pick it out. "Uh-did I say you could do that?" Shane asks. "I-uhm", I mumble. "That's what I thought" he says, and comes storming over to me. "You know, I was going to let you come with me to the store to print these out without putting you in a public wedgie, but I think you earned yourself just that."
    Shane then grabs the sides of my underwear and hoists me up into the air. I hear my underwear start to crack and I'm now in a shoulder wedgie. He grab the back of it, and starts leading me out to his car. When we get to Walmart, I start to put up a fight and beg him to not make me go in there with a wedgie in. Shane surprises me by saying "okay" and gets me out of the shoulder wedgie. He drags me out of the car, still holding on to my underwear, and starts looking around. He finds a tree nearby and bring me to it, then pulls me up into the air and hooks me onto a branch.
    I'm left dangling in the air for at least 10 minutes before he finally comes out only to tell me that the printer wasn't working. Even though I was in a hanging wedgie, I couldn't have been happier. Shane gets me down and brings me back to his car, putting me in a seatbelt wedgie. "Alright dweeb, where's your house at?" He asks me. I tell him, and we start heading there.
    When we get there, he notices something in the window and starts to get out of the car. "Hey, is that a printer?!" Shane practically yells into my ear before I subtly nod my head yes. "And your parents aren't here either? Dude, I'm about to put you through hell for not telling me any of this. Not only am I gonna print out every photo of you that I took tonight, I'm gonna put you through even more torture and take more photos of you. Oh, and be prepared to make up a bed for me. Better yet, I'll take your bed. How does that sound? I really dont care."
    As we get inside, Shane helps himself to the dinner my mom made for me while I try to please him by going ahead and printing out the photos of me. I lay them down on the table for him and he gives me a thumbs up and says cheerfully "good geek, maybe I wont make tonight AS much of hell for you as I was going to" as he takes the last bite of his food.
   Shane then gets up and I escort him to my room. It feels a bit nice, feeling somewhat in charge since it's my house and I know where everything is and he doesn't. I know that doesnt mean anything, though. I go over to my desk, finally ready to start my own homework. I look over to see Shane biting the ends of all my pencils, so I just sigh and say, "can you please not be such a dick while you're at my house?" His response, of course, was to flush my head once again and put me in an atomic wedgie.
   "Dont worry, I'm just stretching your underwear out for now so that we can have some more fun later" he says, and after 5 minutes of me struggling blindly to get it off of me and at least 20 photos have been snapped, he puts me in another chair wedgie. "Okay dweeb, do your work. I know how much your stupid grades mean to you." I can't help but to get excited as I now have permission to do what I love most. Schoolwork.
    Shane starts looking at every little thing in my room. "Yo, is that the entire Power Ranger action figure collection? Wow, you really are a nerd. No, better yet, you're this dude!" Shane points to one of the figurines while I facepalm and tell him, "that's Billy Cranston." "Wow, the geek really knows his stuff. I bet you have a stupid Power Rangers suit." I blush furiously and he immediately know that it's true.
    Shane heads over to my closet and lets out a "no way!" before pulling it out and saying "there's no doubt I'm making you wear this tomorrow". Luckily, he forgot to tie my shoes together this time and I was able to hop out of the chair wedgie. I tried to yank it out of his hands, but he was too strong and tall.
    Shane's response to this was to throw the suit on my bed without me noticing, grab my underwear that hadn't been put back into my pants yet because of the rush I was in to get the suit back from him, and drag me back to the toilet. I let him flush me once more, praying that once I took a shower he wouldnt do it anymore. As he lets me out of the dirty water, he asks, "don't you have something to say to me?" I respond with, "I-im sorry! Okay? I shouldn't have tried to fight back." Shane plunges me back in the water, and once he lets me out again he says, "you forgot one thing, you call me sir from now on. Got it dweeb!?" I let out a shy, "yes sir" while blushing, and he puts me back into the chair wedgie, this time making sure to tie my shoes together so I wont be able to get up.
    "You should know that the more you retaliate, the worse it's going to be for you. You're wearing this stupid suit tomorrow. I wouldnt think you'd have that much of a problem with it seeing that you were the one that bought it. Now do your work!" Not even 5 minutes later, Shane finds my Thomas the Tank Engine collection and bursts out in laughter. "Wow, and I thought the Harry Potter and periodic table posters on your wall was dorky!" He calls up his friends, saying "get a load of this dorks secret stash of baby trains!!" Then he take a picture of it, and continues rummaging through my room and making fun of a collection of things such as my star wars sheets, cartoon breifs, academic awards, and so many more items. By the end of the night, he has enough photos to put around the entire perimeter of the school. To make it even more embarrassing, he makes me print them all out.
    After finishing my schoolwork, we both decide its about time to head to bed. Shane takes a shower before me, prolonging the amount of time I'm left to soak in the dirty toilet water, and I start packing my lunch. After he gets done showering, I throughly wash my hair of all the turmoil it's been through today, and put on my brand new star trek pajamas. There's no reason to even try to act cool. I come into my room to see Shane passed out on my bed, and decide to sleep in the guest room for the night. I lay down, finally feeling peace within me, and hope for a better second day of school tomorrow.