A Red Lighter

Caleb: Maybe He Cares

I stuck to Connors side at all day, trying my best to ignore the coach and for the most part it worked. Till lunch, then it hit me, maybe sticking to Connor wasn't the best idea he was a football player. He had a whole bunch of friends, surely I just got in the way, and I bet he didn't even want to be my friend. I was just some project, a charity case and he probably only dealt with me because he pitied me too much to tell me to go away.

Hell mom didn't want to deal with me, dad certainly doesn't and when he does even then I'm nothing more than a piece of ass. Why would this kid, this popular kid with a bunch of friends and loving parents want anything to do with me. And before I knew it I was trembling with anger.

Connor kept trying to get me to calm down but that only made me angrier how long was he going to play me along before he decided to drop me. Even though I wanted to leave, to turn and run I couldn't because then coach would come after me and even though Connor was playing me along it kept me safe. So when he tugged at my arm and asked me if I wanted to smoke I couldn't decline.

I fished out my pack of smokes and a lighter. But when I pulled it out I realized it wasn't just any lighter, sure maybe to the naked eye it was nothing more than a red lighter. But it was so much more, Connor gave this to me, he snuck it into the hospital because I told him I was running low on nicotine. He gave it to me with a pack a smokes, I had blown through days ago. Maybe he did care; he did sneak cigarettes to a minor in the hospital where his mom was head doctor.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I noticed that Connor was staring at my face. I swear to god if he told me one more time smoking was bad for me I was going to punch him. Well not actually, but you get the point.

"What" I snapped but when I noticed his face fall I instantly felt bad maybe he need help was I being a horrible person "is there something bothering you... want to talk about it"

"I was going to ask you the same thing" I couldn't help but smirk behind my smoke, maybe he did care, maybe he cared a lot

"I'm fine....just" this was stupid I was afraid to go home but what if Connor didn't care after all a whore is a whore

When he said yes, my heart nearly stopped in my chest. I had him all wrong, what the hell was I thinking. Why was there ever doubt? This was the same kid that came every day after school to hang out with me. Maybe he really did want to be my friend.

No there is no way. I made this mistake once before and my life changed forever. I thought mom loved me, but where is she now, where was she when dad scrubbed me bloody or when he fucks me into the mattress. I bet she wouldn't even care, because if she did she never would've left in the first place.

The rest of the day was horrible I couldn't stop thinking about mom, which was weird I never think of her. And even if I did who cared, I could never tell dad he just put me back in the hospital. I didn't have very many classes with Connor and when he wasn't there to protect me from all the questions everyone seemed to want to ask them. I was just about to be done with the pity parade when the coach walked into the class.

"Mr. N" my math teacher said welcoming coach into the class "how may I help you"

"I just need to speak with Caleb real quick if that's okay"

I wanted to turn and run, beg and plead for him not to take me away. I didn't want to deal with him, my body hurt, I wanted nothing more than to scratch my scabs off and I couldn't stop thinking about mom. Of course lady luck seems to not know that I exist and my math teacher pardoned me from class.

I tried to keep my distance as we walked to his office but every time I'd move away, he'd just move closer to me. Every class I passed I wanted to yell for help and when we reached his office, my heart stopped and I couldn't breathe.

"Come in Caleb please" my feet felt like lead but I complied and closed the door as I entered "Awe baby" coaches words set fire to my veins "I missed you so much"

"Please" my voice was strangled and I was seconds from breaking down "I just want to go home" then it hit me, why I couldn't get mom off my mind "it's my birthday"

"I'll treat you with extra care" coach's voice was thick with lust and I knew there was no way I'd be getting out of this

"I just... don't want to take my shirt off"

"Okay" and before I could say anything else he was pushing me to my knees and undoing his belt buckle.

I slowly walked back to math, it didn't take me and coach long I've been gone for three weeks and he was about to burst. I could feel blood trickle down my back from where coach dug his nails into my shoulders. I'm glad he only wanted a blowjob; I really didn't want to do anything else. But my encounter with coach didn't put me in a better mood, not even in the slightest. Hell he didn't even pay me, told me this was our special time. Plus I was late for L.A.