The Odd Life of Tyler Jones: Freshman Year

He's Gonna Kick My Ass...

We walk to our desk. It had a tag that has our name on it. Like they were expecting us to come. I look up to see Austin hovering my desk. "Why were looking at my junk?", Austin yells questioning me.

"I wasn't looking at your junk, I was looking up...to...", I suddenly stop myself from saying the rest.

"To what, bitch?", Austin yells grabbing my shirt and pulling me closer to him.

"Uh...", I shake stuttering.

Austin picks me up throwing me across my desk. He should be able to do that, since he was the quarterback on our winning team last year. He built up over the summer.

"Why, the fuck, were you trying to give me a BJ!?", Austin yells at me.

I shiver at the thought of losing my virginity to Austin Johns. "I wasn't trying to-", I tried to finish my sentence, but Mr. Johns busted into the room yelling at both of us.

"Why are you two our of your seats!?", He questions us.

  "Dad, Tyler was trying to-", I quickly cut him off, for my safety.

"Help him with his science homework, but he got angry because he was wrong about one answer and I corrected him.", I finish.

"Oh, well get your ass's back to your seat.", Mr. Johns demanded us.

Austin released me and walked to his designated desk.

                     ***

We had two hours left. My mom called the school wondering where I was. They told her I had detention. Gosh, now I'm gonna be in big trouble when I get home. I thought to myself. I put my head between my arms, acting as if I'm going to sleep. Austin looks over my way. "Are you, really, sleeping, or are you just worried that you'll be in trouble when you get home?"

"Uh, yeah I'm worried.", I answer, but with anther question behind it,"How did you know?" It's like he read my thoughts.

"It's the usual.", he answered back, "Everyone feels scared at their first detention."

"Oh, were you scared at your first detention?", I ask.

"No, you queer, why would I be?", Austin questions while walking closer to me.

"Oh...why do you hate me so much", I question him, "What did I ever do to you?"

"You fucking stole my girlfriend.", he answers, but with more force. He pushes me out of my seat.

"Who, Malyssa?", I ask him, "I didn't mean to steal her if that's what you think. She just came to me saying that I was cute. I asked her if she was dating you, but she said no, 'Not anymore.' So, I said no, but she went around the school saying that I was dating her."

"How can I believe you?", he asked.

"Because we were friends, best friends, before she showed up.", I answered.

He sighed as if he were defeated, by an army.

                     ***

Mr. Johns walks back in signaling us to go. "Be back Friday, or you can be like the Breakfast Club and have a Saturday detention.", he threatens me.

"I will."

"Now go call your parents to come pick you up.", he demands.

                   ***

Well, I started to walk back home, because I know if I call my mom she will kill me with her words.

Mr. Townsend pulls up beside me.

"Why are you walking home?", Mr. Townsend questions.

"Because if I call my mom, she will cone pick me up and kill me.", I answer with a sad face.

"Well, let me give you a ride to your death, or it might be to your paradise.", he persuades me.

I smile, "Thanks, Mr. Townsend."

             ***

"Sooooo, do you want to hide from your family, and stay with me tonight?"

"Um, then I would just into more trouble by doing that.", I responded.

"Oh, yeah, what was I thinking? You're right.", he answered his own question, "But if you change your mind, you know where I am."

"Yes, I do."

  "Well, here we are, I can take you to school in the morning, if you want?", he asked with my permission.

"Yes, sir.", I responded looking at his left hand's ring finger. He's not married. But he's too old.

I open the door to my house. My mom, dad, and sister are all standing in the front door.

Then all of a sudden dad yells, "Family Meeting, now!"

I hate family meetings. I think to myself, rubbing the back of my shoulder.