Hallway Boy

Meet The Mysterious Jock

Everyone knows Mondays are the worst. This is the day when everyone is pissed off that their long awaited weekend is cut short. Unsurprisingly, I'm their punching bag on rough days. Jerk face, Dick Head, and Dip shit beat me till I'm numb—like the usual routine. Their actual names don't matter to me. I hate being tormented by those men more than my life, not because it hurts, but because I want it to. Every time I lay in the cold corner while being beat to a pulp, instead of covering myself from their attacks I cover my mouth in fear of releasing my moans. My masochistic tendencies make life much harder than it needs to be. I fear that everyone will treat me even lower than the dirt on their feet, and hurt me even more just to see what lewd noises I can make. I can't let them see what's inside of my head, or my reoccurring Monday boner. I'd rather die, to be honest.
I walk to school every day because I don't have anyone to take me there. It may be a 2 hour walk and I may be lacking muscles, but I really don't mind this walk. The only part I dread, though, is the part where I finally reach my destination, the school grounds.
Here I stand now, glaring at the gates that may be there to protect students. However, I see it as no more than a barrier to keep all of us from escaping. I walk towards the entrance, and immediately feel their hot stares burning my skin. Everyone is looking at me. Everyone is judging me. Everyone can see all of my secrets, I can see it in their faces. In fact, their eyes are even more judgmental than the usual Monday. Why are they making those faces? I've never seen those expressions before. Did my scars reopen? Can they see my hands? Is my face mask dirty? No. They would make a more disgusted face if that were the case. Perhaps... their not looking at me? Before I could even have another thought, I felt a quick, dark presence approaching me. I speedily turned to see a jock running my way!
BAM!!
He body slammed me! His powerful body completely overwhelmed mine, and tumbles us and all of our belongings to the ground! My beloved face mask snapped by the strings and flew away. Goddamn that hurt! Of course this sensation felt wonderful as the pain came, and my moans attempted to escape, but I will hold it in! His big muscles are so heavy pressed on my body, and something sharp is poking my thighs. I want to let out my pleasure but I won't. The jock looked up to my face with an apologetic smile. His face... this jocks face is so beautiful, I'm lost for words when my eyes lock with his.
"Mmm!", my breath escaped.
The gorgeous man responded, "Sorry! Did that hurt?"
"Fuck!" I blushingly thought.
This beautiful man is gonna make me lose it! When my eyes are finally free from their trance, I look up to see countless teenagers glaring at us. Oh no. Please no. I try to get away as quickly as possible but this guys body won't budge.
"Get off me!" I yelled to his face.
He didn't say a thing, nor did he seem to move. Instead, he brought his chiseled face even closer to mine, so close that I could feel his hot breath against my lips. He is even more attractive up close. His dark, soulless eyes match perfectly with his lip and eyebrow piercings, as well as the many piercings that lay along his ears. For whatever reason, he studies my maskless face. I don't care how intrigued this man may be, or how intrigued he makes me! Everyone is watching us right now and I need to get out of his powerful embrace! With all of my strength, I shove his face aside and he surprisingly moves away. Finally free from his hold, I quickly scramble to my belongings and got the hell out of there! Jogging away from the scene as my heavy backpack bounces, I glance back at the mysterious jock. He looks right back at me, standing hollowly.