The R Word

Lockers

This part of the story is portrayed by Rodney. Any chapter without this warning first, is portrayed by a 3rd person. Sara does not have a first person segment in the first chapter.

I went to the locker room, of course I had to, Sara told me all about the "special treatment" Steve had for no-shows. And sure enough he was there. He was pretty much naked, except for a towel around his waist, but that didn't stop him from hurting me. Eventually the towel came off, and I saw everything, and he continued to hurt me. I somehow liked it, yet I convinced myself it was because that poor Sara didn't have to go through this. And yet again, they were in the locker room so Sara couldn't be in here anyway.

"Say my name." He said since I was only thinking, so I suppose he only wanted to hear me scream. I moaned quite a bit, but they were small ones. For some reason I couldn't stop looking at him. I want his body, wait, let me rephrase that: I want to have a body like his. And then i looked down, but quickly looked back up so he wouldn't call me a queer. But he didn't say anything. He bruised me...I was so embarrassed. Technically, he should be the one embarrassed. He is the one naked, and im still clothed.

That changed, which may have seemed kind of homo, but I knew Steve, or did I?

He took off my shirt, because i reckon he knew the weak spots of a person's body. At least i wasn't fat, I usually biked with Sara, so my body is sorta built. I'm still jealous of Steve's though. I kept my eyes on him as he bullied me. I could still feel the bruise! It hurt especially when he even touched it. There was something wrong with this bully session. Was I going to die? This session was different than the others.

The others.

Rodney had at least three other beat ups, one after school in the cafeteria, one in the library, and one even at my house. Well, we were friends in primary grades, but that was forced on by the other jocks on the middle school team. A part of the "initiation" you need to be a jock, is to pick on a nerd. They were very cruel to him and made him punish me. This felt like then, but only....what is the word?

Steve stopped for a minute. He definitely heard footsteps, so he quickly got changed, not caring what I saw, even though i saw everything. I honestly didn't care. I mean, we're both friends right? Um, never mind about that. He instructed me to quickly put on my shirt. I frantically put it on..not caring that it was inside out. And then Mr. Rifley walked in.

"Is everything okay? I heard a bit of a ruckus." He hesitantly asked

"Everything is fine Mr. R." Steve replied.

Still unsure, because of course Rifley knew all about Steve's reputation, Mr. Rifley glared at me for approval. Steve gave me a wink. Was he trying to be friendly? Maybe this works out for me, but would this mean giving up Sara as a friend? I sure hope not, but maybe by becoming Steve's friend I could stop him from bullying Sara, and possibly everyone. Let's just say Steve has a lot of street credit here...

With a long silence, and a few friendly touches from Steve, I answered. "Yes." It was a shaky answer, but good enough for Mr. Rifley, because he cannot punish Steve without evidence. For once i was glad there weren't any videos of what happened. It would hurt Steve, and that would technically be child pornography, because I am sure you could see.......everything

"Alright then, enjoy your day, you two."

We exchanged glances, and smiled, then Steve said goodbye and left. I was definitely confused. Was this friendly, or was Steve hiding his sexuality? I don't blame him, he could be bullied. Yet I could blame him. He was such a hypocrit! Bullying others to hide the fact that he could be bullied himself. Yet, he really was a nice guy on the inside.

The bruise.

The bruise, i had my eyes closed when it happened, but the bruise was on my neck. Holy crap, a bruise on my neck. That was......a-cant be.

And he wanted me to say his name.

He definitely was flirting! I've heard "What's My Name" on the radio plenty of times. But..

He didn't care he was naked?

Straight forward. He wanted me to see him. Holy crap, I know how to keep him from bullying!

And he took my shirt off.

That's not normal...

Wait a minute....friendly touches. I think i may be paranoid...

He likes me.