Crush Me

Eight

A/N :This chapter starts with some vicious bullying against LGBTQ community members.

Leanne

Oh my God! First class? Wow. And Jo-Jo's arrested for drunk and disorderly. She's getting off lucky, but at least it's something. I hope she learns her lesson.

Leanne followed Wilson and Frank up the aisle toward the front of the plane. As they passed their classmates, their snickers and whispers stopped. She found herself blushing and hoping they would leave her alone.

"Fag hag, he's a faggot, can't get it up for a girl." She didn't recognize the voice, but it was a boy.

I knew they wouldn't be able to resist.

"Even an ugly bitch like you should know better."

A girl laughed at the comment and said, "Leave her for him. She's too ugly for anyone to date. Fat too, must have fallen on her face, her teeth are crooked. Too poor for a dentist? How'd you get on this trip, Leanne, blow one of the teachers?"

She wanted to shrink through the floor. This was worse than anything they'd tried at school. She ran into Wilson when stopped to turn around. He put his arms around her and whispered in her ear.

"Stay with your back to them." He squeezed her tight against his chest then spoke again. "Stacy, you should wash that filthy mouth out. Jo-Jo just got herself arrested, and you sound more drunk than she is. The marshal who's got her at the back of the plane, has more than one set of handcuffs."

"Yeah right, like a gay queer like you would know," a muscle bound jock sneered. Leanne tried to place him and realized he was the center on the football team. Sam? Yes, that was it. Sam Berkenhaus.

"That's enough!" Their history teacher's command rang loud and clear. "I'm sorry you have to put up with these miscreants."

"Not your problem Mr. Grant. But thanks," Wilson said.

Leanne twisted in Wilson's arms to face her tormentors. "I hope you're really proud of your potty mouths. But I'm going to enjoy my first class seat. Thank you, Jo-Jo. And Stacy, I saw that second set of handcuffs. It's really uncomfortable to sit in a seat with those on."

Wilson's hands squeezed her shoulders and he said, "Let's go. This bunch should be in the cargo hold like the animals they are."

"Well said, Leanne, Wilson. Enjoy!" Mr. Grant nodded his approval.

"You first Leanne," Wilson turned sideways to let her by.

Frank stood at the bulkhead by the galley, waiting with a broad smile on his face. As she approached him, he gave her a half bow and gestured for her to go ahead of him. "Seats fourteen and fifteen, they're right here." He stopped at the first row.

"Thanks Frank. By the way, loved your patter with the safety briefing. Great jokes," Leanne said.

"Why thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. Is there anything I can do for you two?"

"Just blankets and pillows. I'll need more ice later," Wilson requested.

"Your seats come with free wine when we serve dinner in about an hour. We're delayed because of this Jo-Jo, and it seems others in the group have had too much. I'll be instructing the crew to refrain from serving them more liquor."

Wilson nodded. "They're typically the first ones drunk at a party. Obnoxious too. I'm sorry you had to hear their misguided slurs."

Frank raised a finely arched eyebrow and asked, "How many of them have issues they don't dare to expose?"