The Odd Life of Tyler Jones: Freshman Year

The Fight and The New Brother...

Once we get behind the gym, I practically see everyone that was at school today, forming a circle. When they spot us coming, they form a clear line for us to enter. Austin drags me into the human-like arena, then pushes me to the other side.

Right now, Austin looks furious, his baby blue eyes turn into scorching red flames, the tips of his curly-ended brown hair turn into fire bombs. Finally, he rushes at me to throw a punch. I dodge the hit like a baseball. And he lands on the ground. But that's not the end. He quickly pushes himself off of the ground. I turn everywhere to look at the crowd, cheering me on, laughing at Austin. I start to smile, but that quickly ended, once Austin quickly hit me in my face. He didn't leave a scar, until he jumped on top of me, punching without even taking a break. He left a scar on my face and a black eye. When he stood up to claim his triumph, I quickly end it by swooping my legs under him making him tumble onto the ground. Then, I jumped on top of him and punched his face in. But my input on Austin's face didn't last very long.

I was pulled off by someone, I turned around to see that it was Mr. Townsend, and our assistant principal, Mrs. Tomlinson. Mr. Townsend looked at me, as if, I was not on his good side anymore. Mrs. Tomlinson helped Austin up with his bloody nose.

The battle was bloody, but now it's worse. "You are suspended from school for the next two weeks, Mr. Jones.", Mrs. Tomlinson screams.

"But Mrs. Tomlinson, the EOC is in two weeks.", I begin the question, "How am I supposed to be ready? And what about Austin?"

"I don't know, all you need to know is that you are suspended. And that is the principal's son, he wouldn't even hurt a fly."

I look back at Mr. Townsend, wondering if he wants to kill me right now.

Mrs. Tomlinson takes Austin to the bus ramp, while she orders Mr. Townsend to write me up. So, he does his job. I'm not angry, though I should be, but I understand that he's doing his job.

                      ***

We both walk to his car. Before he could ask anything, I start to explain everything, "...and he tugged me to the spot. So, I was forced to protect myself."

"So, you had to get on top of him to beat him down?", he questions angrily. He uses the hand motion that my dad uses when he questioned me angrily.

"Yes, do you get what I'm saying?", I stare right into his face, hoping that he does.

"Yeah, I guess, but this only means that you get to do twice the work that the kids get to do, and I'll help you with other subjects and assignments from other classes.", he sighed.

I look dumbfounded, "Okay, as long as I get ready for the EOC. And thank you for the help." I give him a kiss on his cheek.

                     ***

We pull up to his house, and start to get ready for dinner. Tonight, he made Alfredo with chicken parmesan. Why am I having the worst week? Why isn't Austin getting in trouble, when it's actually his fault? What, ever, did I do to deserve this? I begin to look sad, sitting at the island bar, as John turns around preparing dinner. Then, I remember that Jacob gave me his phone number. I run to my room, jump on the bed, and call. He picks up automatically like he was waiting for me to call.

We just talked about eachother and got to really know eachother. When I was still on the phone, John plopped on the bed alarming me that dinner was ready. "Who are you talking to?", he asks me.

  "Jesse Wilkerson, he's the most-"

"Athletic kid in the school, I know.", he cuts me off.

"Yeah", I replied with a smile, "It turns out that, we have a lot of things in common."

"Oh, yeah? Maybe your twins and don't even know it.", he taunts me.

                      ***

  The last day of my suspension and I have to take the EOC on May 25th, and today is...I look at the calendar...May 21st. I feel like I'm ready to defeat the test. It's 1 o'clock and I hear the door bell ring. That couldn't be John, so I go to open the door. Behind it was...Jesse!? "Why are you here?", I question feeling panicky.

"I didn't go to school today", he answers smiling, "Because I wanted to see you."

"Me? Why?"

"Because, Tyler, I think I'm your brother.", he tells me the astounding news, kissing my lips, like how John did, but he wouldn't let me breathe. I try to push away, but his kiss is too hard to push away. We start to trip over things to get to the couch. We fall on eachother still making out. "You know that this is wrong in so many ways, right?", I calmly told Jesse.

"Who the fuck cares? We're only gonna do it this one time.", he teased. We both laughed and continued to kiss.

                      ***

When I wake up, I feel Jesse's arm wrapped around me, holding me tight. Thank goodness, my clothes are still on. I think to myself leaning back onto Jesse in relief by accident. He jumps up in reaction. The clock says 3:30, Mr.Townsend should be coming back by now. I look out the window to find his car in the driveway. He saw us, I hope he's not angry, or even worse, jealous.

He walks downstairs, "Hey, Tyler, I'm back."

I ran to our room, grabbing his arm, quickly asking him if he's jealous, without thinking.

"Yeah...kind of...are you cheating on me with that guy?", he asks.

"No, of course not,", I respond, "Do you remember when I told you that we have everything in common?"

He nods his head.

"Well, it turns out that we actually are twins. I remember my mom giving him away to adoption when I was two, I cried for the rest of the day."

"Are you serious?", he asks with his voice lighting up.

"Yes, John. He was just hugging me like I was his little brother, which I am. He got pushed out first."

"Oh, I'm sorry, that I-"

"It's okay John.", I said pressing my finger on his lips, then I began to kiss them.

We walk downstairs to find Jesse watching TV. So, John and I made a decision to tell Jacob about ourselves as a couple. "So, Jesse, Mr. Townsend and I are dating.", I said smoothly not even caring, because I knew that Jesse wouldn't be bothered by it. Jesse stood up, and gave us a big hug. He gave Mr. Townsend a hug, and warned him not to break my heart. Mr. Townsend responded smiling, "That's not going to be a problem."