Carnival Of Lust(Ronaldo sequel)

Chapter 11- Hanging On

I have a few more chapters planned out, but don't worry, they are alot left in this story. I plan maybe 10 more chapters? 5 being the min. I hope you all enjoy and I'm sorry if it is so short!. I am going to do what the other writers do..

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Flashback

Jonas hissed under his breath at the opened locker room locker. While he was in the shower, he had heard Cristiano and his friend's loud laughter and automatically knew that something was up. He looked at his phone and realized that 4th period was about to end. If he could get passed everyone as they were in class, then he would be able to make it to his care unseen. Thankfully, he was hidden by a locker room towel, but that didn't stop him from feeling slightly exposed.

T minus 5 minutes.

Double wrapping the towel so it was tight to his body, he opened the locker room door slowly. A loud creak sent a echo through the empty gym. With a deep breath, he sped through the gym and through the elective hallway. Once he got to the front entrance, he was blocked by Cristiano and his crew.

The held up his clothes in victory while trying to contain their laughter.

"Give them back!" He hissed and stormed up to them. The last bell rang and his heart dropped. Students swarmed into the hallway but didn't seem to notice Jonas. He thanked his invisibility and unpopularity for that. "You want it?" One of the boys said, "Go get it." He then threw them on the ground and a relived smile spread across his face. Quickly he turned to get his clothes but the pulled in by one of the guys. They held his arms while one of them pulled the towel off. At this point a crowd already witnessed everything and began laughing hysterically.

They pointed and laughed while Jonas froze with humiliation. After what seemed like hours, a teacher came and pulled him away and brought him to the office. A little while later, he was able to dress in the nurse bathroom but refused to go out through the front door. As a way to be sneaky, he ran through the cafeteria and through the back parking lot only to run into Cristiano and his friends again. "Look who decided to wear clothes today."

Jonas growled under his breath and managed to get passed them. After that, he didn't want to go to school, but Paige convinced him other wise.

The next day, he walked into the school and received numerous stares. Some people giggled once he walked by but he tried to ignore it. The giggles turned to laughter as he neared his locker. A large group was huddled around his locker. Once he got close, they looked at him and laughed harder. He pushed passed them and saw that his locker was covered with pictures of him that a girl took the other day. Red faced, he tore them down and ran down the hallway.

He hated Cristiano, and revenge will come through.

*Cristiano*

"I don't want to look!" Cristiano groaned as Marcelo logged onto the website that had my next instructions. I already had alot of heat from the video, and I have a strong feeling that it will only get worse.

Marcelo pointed to a page that had said that it was updated an hour ago.

Hello Cristiano,

Nice seeing you covered in feathers and paint. Quite amusing if you ask me.

Okay, next level.

Remember that day in my sophomore year when you exposed me? Well karma has a nice system.

This is what you need to do.

I want you to feel the humiliation I felt that day, so I need you to go down to the center of Madrid in nothing but your birthday suit.

Walk around for one hour. I'll be there, but you won't recognize me.

Happy nuding, Cris.

"Why, WHY!" I groaned and threw my head on to the desk. Marcelo grumbled something under his breath and looked over at me. "I can't do this with you, man."

"You don't have to.."

"Anything you want me to do?"

I shook my head and left the room and put my birthday suit on.

It didn't take long to drive to the center complex of Madrid, and of course it was already filled with people considering the fact that it was only noon.

As I walked out of the car, I was already getting looks. Some were wide eyed and some blew whistles. For me, I wasn't insecure of my body, I mean, come on look at it! But all this unneeded attention was making my face flame up.

Bright lights blinded me as pictures were being taken and it seemed as if the hour was more like a day. Once I walked around the whole place, I stormed back in my car and back to my house.

Marcelo was still there and showed me a news page on the Internet. Of course, news traveled around fast. A picture of me was on the main page, but my privates were blurred out. I didn't bother to read the reports, for it was all irrelevant to me.

All I wanted to do was put on clothes and read the next thing.

Once I logged back on-line, my Skye went off and my heart sank once I read the hidden name.

As the screen went from black to bright, I saw the figure of the person I have been missing most. "Paige!" I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that not a scratch was on her face. Her eyes were puffy and red and her hair was a tangled mess. She was still beautiful nonetheless.

"C-Cristiano. I-I'm so sorry." She began sobbing a quiet sob, probably so she wouldn't stirr Jonas.

"For what, amor?"

"If I never left to g-go to the bathroom with Ma-marina, then we would be okay."

"Shh, amor, don't you dare blame it on yourself!"

Footsteps sounded in the background and Paige's face flushed with fear. She turned back to the screen and smiled faintly.

My heart dropped as to think that this might be the last time I ever saw her smile, but I couldn't give up. 

"I'll get you, Paige." I spoke with all most sincerely and she seemed to believe me too. "Thanks." She mumbled.

"I love you Paige."

The footsteps grew closer and louder and Paige's eyes began to tear up again.

"I love you too." Her tone was hushed and hurried and soon, her face faded out and the only thing on my screen was a message that said "Call ended."