Falling In love With The Jock

"All you do is wreck me"

"All you did was wreck me"

Dylan Thomas was known in his high school for his dyed black hair, heavy eyeliner, and love for emo music. There is no denying that he was an outsider, he was often misunderstood by his peers. But when he met Emerson Levrhett, the star football player of their school, everything changed. Some for the better some for the worst. Despite their differences, Dylan found himself drawn to Emerson's charm and athletic prowess. They slowy learned how to become friends. They eventually learned how be around each other. They spent countless hours talking about music, literature, and life. As they grew closer, Dylan realized that his feelings for Emerson were more than what he had first thought. He was falling in love with the football player, despite the disapproval of their classmates. Despite the hate they got daily, both boys didn't care about labels or societal norms anymore. They only cared about each other and the people have become. They ended up showing unconditional love. And as they embraced their love for each other, Dylan and Emerson showed that love knows no boundaries and can blossom in unexpected places and times. Their love story became an inspiration to many, proving that even an emo boy and a football player could fall for each other. But all he did was wreck the emo boy. And it was in the best way possible.

Let's go back in time to where the two boys were not so friendly... The story of an Emo and a jock.

We are going to go on a journey and learn how a emo boy fell for a football player. How he fell for a jock.
This is how it all started.

[Monday morning at school]

"Sup loser" "Hi- Uh, Emerson." Emerson smiled crudely as he began to torment the emo boy. "What's a fag doing here? Speaking to me? Hm your pathetic, faggot. Your nothing but a cock sucker. You don't deserve to stand. Pussy." Dylan winced as Emerson's harsh words pierced the air, his body bracing for the inevitable onslaught that had become a daily ritual. And true to form, the punches and kicks rained down upon him, forcing him to crumple to the unforgiving floor. Emerson's voice dripped with contempt as he callously declared, "There is no point in attempting to rise, you pathetic excuse for a human being. You are nothing but a fag who deserves to suffer." With one final punch, he left Dylan sprawled on the ground, a spectacle of blood and bruises for all to witness.

In that moment, one might assume that Dylan would yearn for an escape, perhaps even wish for death to release him from this torment. However, against all odds, the answer was a resounding no. Why, you may ask? Because Dylan harbored an inexplicable fondness for Emerson, the very person who subjected him to such cruelty. Yes, he found himself drawn to this bully, captivated by the sight of Emerson's sinewy muscles flexing with each forceful blow. He reveled in the glimmer that danced in Emerson's eyes whenever violence was unleashed.

The truth, you see, was that Dylan's psyche had been twisted and warped to such an extent that he derived a perverse pleasure from the pain inflicted upon him by Emerson. From a young age, Dylan had been bullied and ostracized for being different, for not fitting into the mold of what society deemed as acceptable. This constant torment had left deep scars on his psyche, causing him to crave any form of attention, even if it was negative. So when Emerson, the popular jock and object of Dylan's desires, started to bully him as well, Dylan's twisted mind saw it as a twisted form of affection. He believed that by enduring the pain and humiliation inflicted upon him by Emerson, he could forge a connection with the jock, the only means by which he could ever hope to be in close proximity to him. It was a sick and twisted cycle, one that only served to further damage Dylan's already fragile mental state. But in his mind, it was the only way to satisfy his yearning for a connection with the one person he truly desired.
The desire for attention was a constant driving force within him, but it was never enough. He craved not only the eyes upon him, but also the touch of Emerson. He yearned for more than just a passing glance or a fleeting moment of recognition. He wanted to feel the warmth of Emerson's hand caressing his skin, to be enveloped in their embrace, to have their fingers intertwine. The thought of being touched by Emerson sent shivers down his spine and made his heart race with anticipation. He longed for the physical intimacy that would bring them closer together, to feel the electricity between them and the deep connection it would create. The desire for attention was strong, but the longing for touch was even stronger. It consumed him and fueled his every thought, leaving him constantly craving more from Emerson.