(A.N. I do not have a problem with gay/lesbian/bisexuals/heterosexuals at all if you don't like this kind of story don't read, simple as that! Enjoy this story, my little dragons p.s the picture is Jasper)
His hands ghosted down my sides. He attacks my neck again leaving red splotches. "Derek!" I moan, when he hits my sweet spot. He hums in response. He opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is this horrible buzzing noise.
I wake up and smash my alarm clock off. I rub my hands over my face. I, Jasper Smith, am hopelessly in love with the biggest bad boy in school, Derek Mills. His abs probably are steel and he kinda looks like Taylor Lautner, but with warm, green eyes and like a 6 foot height. He towers over my tiny 5'6 frame with little to no muscle at all.
Yes, I am GAY! As in rainbow flags and stuff.
I run my fingers through my black hair, sighing. I get up dreading the day. My whole family is super homophobic, and kinda disowns me now. My father drinks too much and my mother is a nervous wreck.
I take a cool shower, as they never leave me warm water to shower with. I choose a pair of black skinny jeans, my light blue Avengers shirt, and black hoodie; and the hood says: "Warning: If you can read this, you're too close!"
I comb through and straighten my fringe, making it flop over my blue-green eyes, well one of them. I prefer my hair to be straighter than my sexuality. When I had friends they said I looked like the hybrid between danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil.
I grab my grey converses and my bag, and head down to the kitchen. I peek around the corner to see my dad having his coffee.
"Well there is the little emo faggot." He says setting his drink down. "I'm going, I'm going" I mumble, quickly grabbing an apple and dashing off, before he could hit his "waste of a son".
I have to walk to school even though I'm 18; my parents still won't let me have a car. I pull the hood up on my sweatshirt and see a mother buckling her daughter in. She gives me a death glare, and I shuffle away with my head down.
I get about half-way to school, when it starts to rain. Cars drive past and splash me. I hear the hum of a motorcycle, and take a peek behind me. There, sitting tall and proud, is my crush pulling up beside me.
"Hey, um what was your name again?" he asks stopping me as I'm about to cross the street.
"Um...I'm..." I swallow, my heart is literally pounding, and try my voice again, "My name's Jasper." I squeak.
"Ah right Jasper, Do you want a ride, meaning I'm not taking no for an answer." He says leaning on his handlebars.
"Don't you have a slu-er-girlfriend?" I ask trying to get away from the guy who could kick my butt. "Nope" he says popping the 'p', "Caught her cheating with the football captain." He says pulling on my hoodie.
I sigh and get on the bike. We arrive at school in half the time it would take me walking. "Thanks for the ride." I say dashing off. I find my locker and open it to see it littered with notes like: Homo, Emo Fag, Kill yourself etc... I sigh and grab my stuff.
The bell rings for first class, and I head to the classroom. I get there and sit near the back. The class starts and Derek shows up late, again. "Mr. Mills, please tell me why you're late, Again." The teacher says sharply. Clearly not having a good morning. He looked around the room and saw me. I duck away from his gaze and he speaks,
"No sir, I won't tell you."He says calmly. "Well then detention after school, and," the teacher looks around the room, "Mr. Smith please accompany him." he says.
"What did I do?" I squeak again. "Nothing, just watch him for 15 minutes, until I get to him." The teacher says going back to teaching.
Great now dad has a reason to beat me up.
-Lunchtime-
I managed to grab my lunch, find a safe spot, and begin to eat without any interruptions or beatings. I take out my phone (I had to pay for my plan, service, and phone by myself) and headphones, and begin to play my playlist. Most of my music is Disney songs, I have some popular songs but not much.
I begin to do the homework that was already assigned. I look up after I finish the work, and see the football team, smirking at me. I yelp when they get closer, remembering yesterday's beatings.
"You boys looking for a fight?" I hear Derek say calmly. I whip my head around to see him leaning against a light post. He's so hot!
"N-n-no" the weaker ones say running off; the captain leans close to my ear and whispers "See you after detention, faggot", and jogs off.
"Why?" I ask in a low voice. "Why what?" he asks confused sitting next to me. "Why do you care about what happens to me?" I mumble picking up my things.
He looks a bit hurt, "What I mean is no one cares for me, not even my parents, so why, of all people, the bad boy of the school, care about me," I say standing up, 'Even if I like him', I say in my mind. I kind of leave him there to ponder on what I said. Eventually the end of the day comes, I get happy before I remember that I have to babysit Derek, then my mood falls. I let out a huff of annoyance.
I gather my things up and head to the detention room. I've never been inside the room, yeah I know little goodie two shoes over here. I open the door to see six rows of desks, each one spaced out, a blackboard, a teacher's desk in the front, gray frayed carpet, and a bookshelf lining the back wall with no books. It looked abandoned, so I carefully stepped inside. My first period teacher, Mr. Jones, was there waiting.
"Ah, Mr. Smith, finally." He says pointing to an old looking swivel chair, "Sit!" he orders pointing at a chair. I follow his direction, the chair groans in protest. "Now when Mr. Mills gets here, you will watch him. I have to attend a teacher's meeting, so when the bell rings you both are free to go." He says strictly.
"Yes, sir" I mumble. Derek strides in, looking like the cat that got the cream. Mr. Jones yells at him for a few minutes, and then leaves. Derek looks straight at me (wish it was gay), and gives me a small smile. I turn around and find some chalk. I go over to the blackboard and begin to draw random things.
"I'm Bi." Derek says randomly. "What?" I ask turning around. "I said I'm Bi." He replies, giving me a small smile. I return the smile, and turn around. I shake my butt every time I draw things. I hear the door open and whip around fast. Mr. Jones strides, and glares at the blackboard.
"Mr. Smith erase that monstrosity, please!" He says, "Sorry, sir." I mutter. I look at what I drew and it was a scene, where Derek and I were walking in a park, holding hands. I erase it feeling horrible.
"You may leave now, Mr. Smith." the teacher says pointing at the door. I grumble on my way out throwing a glance at Derek. I start walking through the parking lot, pulling my hood up. I glace around, and then I see the entire football team grinning at me. I try to dash away, but obviously I can't.
It takes two of them to hold me, I know I'm tiny and have no muscle. The captain comes up and starts rummaging through my bag. "Hey stop that!" I yell. He shows a notebook and I grow pale. It was my sketch book, and I have drawn so many fantasies and most have Derek in them. He flips open to one, and laughs. He shows everyone and they laugh as well.
"You think you can beat us up?" he asks through laughter. I look at the sketch and it was me, yes me, hitting the football captain. I shake my head no. He starts ripping my drawing out of the notebook. I cry out for him to stop, but he doesn't.
When they were done with ripping them, they started to hit me. They throw me onto a random car and slam my head down repeatedly. Suddenly they all run away, I slide down off the hood, holding my bleeding nose, it isn't broken at least.
"Are you?-Never mind." Someone that goes by the name Derek says. I glance over and he is picking my papers up carefully and sliding them in the cover of the notebook. He grabs my bag and picks me up.
"No I can walk." I mumble. He chuckles, "Sure you can." He has mine and his bag over one of his shoulder, and carrying me like a princess.
