Chapter 43

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When I woke up, I felt fingers going up and down my back. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mark's smiling face. His hair was a bit messed up and his glasses were off.

"How was you nap?" He asked.

"Just what I needed." He let out a chuckle before kissing me on the lips. I sat up and stretched.

"I'm going to go check on Lauren. You have videos to upload." I then hopped out of bed and made my way to Lauren's room. I knocked on her door and she opened it. She seemed to have been in the middle of a game.

"Hey mom."

"Hey Lauren. Now then, we're not going to make this into an argument, but I need to know what happened at school."

"Oh. Come in then." We sat on her bed.

"So, what happened was I was on my way to my 3rd period class when I heard a commotion. I went to check it out and I saw a few girls had cornered Jen. So I ran over and punched one of them and that girl fell to the ground, so I assumed I had knocked her out."

"Lauren, that was a sucker-punch. I would prefer if you didn't use those."

"Sorry."

"It's ok. Continue."

"Ok. So the others tried to fight back but Jen and I stood our ground and won."

"Well, I'm glad that the both of you were unharmed but I feel as though there could have been a better way to resolve the conflict. I'm also going to have to hear Jen's side of the story though, ok?"

"I understand mom. You're right though."

"Don't worry. I'll make sure the school doesn't unnecessarily punish you. I still need to see how much of the right you were in. That was English, right?"

"Close enough." I let out a chuckle as I hugged her. I then stood up and made my way out of her room.

"Wait mom."

"Hm?" I asked as I looked over my shoulder.

"Do you want Jen to come over now?"

"Sure. I can cook some food while we wait."

"Ok." I then left for the kitchen to cook chicken while Jen pulled out her phone. By the tie I was done cooking, there was a knock at the door.

"I got it!" Lauren shouted as she left her room and went to the door. She let Jen in and I plated the food.

"Lauren, can you give this to Mark?" I asked as I handed her a plate of food.

"Sure. Jen, go get some food." Jen lets out a chuckle before sitting at the table. Lauren went to Mark's recording room with a few napkins.

"So Jen, how about you eat first, then we'll chat. Ok?" She gave a nod as she began to eat. Lauren joined her as I began to clean. Soon I was done and so were the girls.

"Ok, Lauren, can you go to your room for a bit? Please."

"Sure. I'll see you in a bit Jen." Lauren then left for her room, not before kissing Jen's cheek though.

"Jen, after we talk, you two can hang out. Fair enough?"

"Yep." They both said as Lauren left.

"So Jen, what's your side of the story?"

"Ok, so I was on my way to my 3rd period class when these group of girls pulled me into a corner in a hallway. They kept throwing insults at me and they wouldn't let me leave. They even threaten to sick their boyfriends to 'make me be straight'." My eyes widen and I pulled Jen into a tight embrace.

"That is wrong on so many levels I don't even know where to begin. I'm going to have a talk with the school about this. Now then, I do believe you but, do you promise that this is true and that you want me to intervene?" She nodded. I patted her head.

"Ok. I fully trust you. Also Jen?"

"Yeah?" She asked as she pulled away slightly to look at me. I smirked as I slipped mace into her jacket pocket.

"Just in case anything happens." I said with a smile before winking.

"Thank you." I pulled away completely from the hug.

"Now then, go be with Lauren." Jen than ran off to Lauren's room and I heard laughter coming from the room.


Ok then. This is fucked up so badly. I need to get the school involved in this before something does happen. Something that can't be undone. Those fuckers! You can't make someone gay or straight! Besides, threatening something like 'that' is over the line by more than a mile. I just...just...fuck! No words can fully express how angry that makes me. Maybe I should get Mark and Jake involved.

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