The Hog

Chapter 1

I walk up to Thomas Greyson - the typical hot high school jock and stand right in front of him. My hands are in fists. Do I want to punch him? Yes, of course but I'm not a complete idiot, I know that punching a tall football player will do more harm to my shamefully small hands. Even though I won't punch him my fist are still clenched as if I will and Thomas sees this; at least that's what I attribute the grin on his face to.

"You are going to delete those pictures and you won't say anything to anyone, ever."  I say the words slowly and in a tone low enough for only him to hear. I don't need his group of jock friends around him getting curious.

"What are you talking about Hog?" I cringe a little at my notorious nickname but do my best to hold it together.

"Don't play games with me Greyson, you know what I'm talking about."

"Even if I did, what makes you think I'll take orders from you?" he spits out, "I don't have to do anything, Hog." he hisses.

Hog. That's right, I'm Hog. I hate the name but it's who I am, its the reputation I have. The crappy reputation that has half the student body scampering away from me just to avoid being accidentally bumped by the Hog.

I look around the jocks hanging around Thomas' locker. Lance Daves is his best friend, David Cumback is the school's sweetheart and Jack Fisher is the richest kid in school (that's saying a lot considering that most of the school lives in mansions). All in all I stand before the royalty of all school royalty (sans their cheerleader girl equivalents).

I clear my throat, " I missed you last night." this time I speak loud enough for everyone around Thomas and I to hear, "I couldn't help myself after your text."

"What the..." I cut Thomas of by grabbing his hand. His anger builds up and he tries to tear our fingers apart but I'm using my best iron grip. 

"Let go of..." he tries to protest but this time I cut him off by placing my mouth on his.

The kiss takes both of us by surprise.  Me because I didn't expect myself to do something so gutsy and him because well, you don't expect the Hog to just kiss you first thing on a Friday morning. 

I use his moment of surprise to my advantage and push him against his locker, I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and press my body as close to him as I can. I press my lips up against his in a rough motion-not my best kiss but it'll do the trick.

Thomas puts his hands on my waist to try and pull me away from him but I use all my strength to stay glued to him. After a few more seconds of me moving my mouth against his unresposive lips I pull away. I yank his hair- well as gently as I can to gain control of his head until his blue eyes are fixed on my dark ones.

"Don't fuck with me Greyson, delete the pictures." I suddenly release him and leave a row of gapping mouths as I walk off to my homeroom class.

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I still think its funny two weeks after I attacked Thomas Greyson with a kiss how people are still giving me the "she did what?" look. It's honestly refreshing instead of the usual "Hog" look.

"Did I tell you that I love this jacket already?" Jeremy, my best friend, smiles at me as we stand by my locker.

I take a few books out and replace them with books from my satchel, "Yes and I said if your shoulders weren't so broad you could have it." I turn and we walk off together.

"Yeah but it looks great on you, you look beautiful." he grins at me warmly.

I roll my eyes at him as we arrive at his locker, "I've looked beautiful everyday now for two weeks. Not that I mind the compliment but...you know it's a bit much."

"Francisco Daies, you are beautiful and I will tell you every day if I have to. On the other hand you tell me that if you had a friend who kissed the jerkiest jock on the face of this earth for you, you wouldn't kiss the ground they walked on. You are my hero Francisco Daies, and you are beautiful." he stands tall and straight as he says this, like a proud soldier.

I smile up at Jeremy. His blonde hair is cut really short. He has big hazel eyes that wonder from left to right before he answers a question in class. He is tall and skinny but in an adorable way.

"I love you." I whisper, my eyes feeling heavy with promising tears but I clear my throat to hold it together.

"I know." Jeremy drapes an arm around me and pulls me into his chest, he wraps his other arm around me and holds me in a tight hug, " I love you. I wish I could be in love with you but I love you." he pulls away a bit to look into my eyes, "Francisco, you are beautiful and I love you."

I nod in response- still holding my tears back and he kisses my cheek.

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I'm standing at Amy Tyson's birthday party. She has the same birthday as me but I don't have a party- I never have a party. So for the past couple of years I've spent my birthday celebrating Amy Tyson's birthday instead. Most twelve year old's would hate this set up. Some might find themselves somewhat resenting Amy Tyson. What for? For being rich? For throwing the biggest and best birthday parties every year.  For being pretty, wearing a bra and owning a cool blackberry phone. Theses are things I've heard the other girls whisper about her at school but not me. I'm not bothered that I share a birthday with Amy Tyson because as long as everyone has their eyes on pretty little Amy Tyson, no one has their eyes on me.

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"Earth to Francisco." Jeremy waves his hands in front of my face.

"Oh sorry Jer, what were you saying?" I pack up as the bell for the end of school rings.

"I was just reminding you that you have to go to the library for...uh I forgot but my job was to remind so yeah." he shrugs.

"Oh to get stuff for my history research assignment. Thanks for the reminder.  I guess I have to hurry  since it closes early on Friday." I rush past him and hurry to the school library.

"I'm closing in an hour Ms Daies." Mrs Frick, the librarian, looks at me above her purple rimmed reading glasses. "You and Mr Greyson won't be keeping me from my plans."

Greyson? I turns around and sure enough there he stands. I honestly haven't seen him since I flung myself on him and harrassed him- because thats what I did, I harrassed the poor guy. I've spent a couple of odd nights thinking about what I did and sometimes I regret it but when I think of what he was planning on doing I quickly erase all thoughts of sympathy towards him.

But right now looking at Thomas Greyson flip furiously through a heavy looking book I can't help but feel guilty about my actions. Almost apologetic even. I mean an apology wouldn't hurt me, I could go up to him right now and be like 'hey remember when I forcibly kissed you? Well that was wrong and I am sorry. ' and he could be his jerk self and say ' Whatever Hog'. All this could be possible if my feet just took the necessary steps towards him but instead my feet twist and I find myself smiling at Mrs Frick , "I'll just go to the public library." she nods and I'm off.

I don't look behind me; I just keep walking until I am out of the school building.  I decide to ignore the guilt by banishing it to the back of my mind.  I get into my car and drive off to the public library.