Nastaskankaphobia

Skipping School Isn't Easy

The next day I get woken up by my bitch step-sister, Chloe. "Wake up!" She snaps in that tone that says, 'This is the fifteenth time I've called you.' "Mom made breakfast." 

I make an upset grumble, and roll over, pulling my covers over my head. "Don't feel good."

"Bullshit." Chloe pulls the covers off me and throws my clothes at me. "Get dressed and be downstairs in ten minutes or dad'll be up here next." 

I mimic her in the most snotty and haughty voice I can muster up and stagger out of bed, shooing Chloe into the hall as I go to the bathroom to take a shower. My half brother Mickey, he's five, sits on the toilet, he's not taking a piss or anything, just sitting there. 

"Get out." I mumble sleepily, "I gotta shower." 

Mickey smiles weirdly and hops off the toilet, he has this strange little bouncing skippy walk. I shut the door and start the shower. I have a boner. Of. fucking. course. I get rid of it as quick as I can. Trying as hard as I can not to think of Mr. Fetters. But I do anyways. Of course.

Afterwards I clean my thighs off and step out of the shower, getting dressed as quickly as I can. I take the stairs three at a time. 

"Iggy!" My Step-monster smiles brightly, holding a plate of eggs, "Good morning starshine!"  

I hate her stupid nicknames.

"Emily." I nod coolly, eyeing the plate suspiciously. I grab an apple and start out the door.  

"Don't you want eggs?" Emily pouts. God. What is she, six? Even though Micky, who is six acts very mature. 

"I think I'll skip the food poisoning." I say, reminding her that I've never forgiven her for that.

"Iggy!" My dad snaps, standing up and coming towards me. I dance out the door, before he can take off his belt to whoop me. 

"See ya later freaks." I call over my shoulder. I head towards the beach, munching my apple and humming the theme song to Steven Universe. The beach, of course, is empty. It's way to earlier. Watching the sun start to rise over the sand is amazing though. I hum a little bit loudly, "...Are the hmmm-hmm's, we'll always save the day..." 

"You should be heading to school." I turn around to see Trace. 

"Pfft, nah. I'm getting really good grades."

"My sister goes to your school Iggy." 

"Oh." I say, walking over to Trace, my head kinda down in embarrassment. "But school is gay."

"Don't use that word like that." Trace scolds me, putting his hand on my head. "Jennifer didn't say anything about you being so cute..." 

I look up at him, a blush colouring my face, "Aren't you with Troy?" 

"No." He laughed out loud, "Troy's my best friend. Nothing more." 

"Oh." I say, chewing my lip, and staring at the freckles that dotted Trace's pretty face. 

"Anyways, I'll give you a ride." He leads me to his car. We chat about random things, and I realise that as cute as Trace is, I'm still completely in love with Mr. Fetters. 

I hide in the bathroom for the first two classes, before the smell drives me to find a better spot. The library, I forge a note from my teachers saying I'm allowed to study in the library all day. I end up reading through three books before 4th period is over. Then Mrs. Wyler's phone starts ringing. I'm gone before she can even answer it. I know who it's for. 

In the end I run right into Mr. Fetters. Literally. My face is in his chest. I know I'm blushing like mad and I back up too fast, falling on my ass. I'm surprised when he helps me to my feet. Leading me to his office without saying a word. If I said I'm not terrified I'd be lying. 

"I'm willing to forget the whole thing." Mr. Fetters says, "These are hard times for any teenager. You especially."

"What's the suppose to mean?" I grumble, slouching in my seat. 

"Iggy...I'm sure you've noticed that you aren't exactly like other kids..."

"Because I'm gay?" I ask, my voice raising. 

"No." He clears his throat, "You're...Not...Nor-" He stops himself and coughs, correcting himself, "You're different." 

"Different how?" I shudder in pleasure as Mr. Fetter's comes behind me and massages my shoulders.

"You're special..." Mr. Fetters breathes in my ear, and I'm sure this is a dream that I'm about to wake up from with a throbbing erection and wet, messy pants. But I don't. 

"Sp-special?" I stammer, wanting to kiss him. But I don't. He reaches into my pants, and I say something incoherent and he plays with my dick. 

"I know you want tell anyone...."