I'm pushed against the boys bathroom wall yet again. "Where do you think you're going, fag?" Issac, one of my many bullies, asks. "I think he was going to go blow his so called boyfriend." Shane, Issac's wing man, says and brushes my hair away from my face. "Why don't you just stay here and give us some fun?" Jason, yet again, another bully, asks. "Yeah. Why don't your drop on to your knees and show me how you roll?" Issac says.
"S-stop..." I manage to choke out. "What was that pretty boy?" Jason asks. "Leave me alone. I just want to go home!" I say and fight back tears. Issac laughs and pushes me down on to my knees. "We'll let you go, if you do your worst first." I feel a tear trickle down my cheek. "Aw, you made him cry!" Shane says and points at me. I look away and Issac turns my head back.
"Don't give me that." He says and undoes his belt. I look down, already knowing what I'll have to do to make it out with no bruises. "I just want a little fun." He continues and unbuttons his jeans. "Please don't make me do this...get your girlfriend to do it..." I say softly. He laughs, "We've been wondering for a while why gay boys like blow jobs from gay boys so I said that we would figure it out." I see him pull down his zipper.
"This won't hurt you at all. No harm done." Issac says and I watch as he pushes his pants to the ground. I look up at them and they're all serious. I have to blow my enemies. "Now don't give me that look." Issac says and I see someone walk in. Great. Just another kid who won't do shit about this.
"Mikka?" I hear that familiar voice say. "What the hell? Get away from him!!" Ryan says. Ryan is my best friend and my crush. "Get that fag away from me." Issac says and Jason and Shane push Ryan away. "Now, hurry up if you wanna get home so badly." Issac says and he drops his boxers down to his ankles. I start to cry and lean forward.
"No!" Ryan says, grabs Issac by the arm and pulls him away. "I thought I said keep him away from me!" Issac shouts. Jason grabs Ryan and Shane starts punching Ryan in the gut over and over and all I can do is sit there and cry like a baby. I hear the groans from Ryan and I can't think clearly.
I stand up and turn Shane around and punch him right in the face. He laughs, "Pretty boy's got some fire." Issac comes up behind me and jerks me back down to my knees by my hair. "I thought I told you to stay on the ground, slave."
I grab a hold of Shane's leg and pull him down to the ground. "STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!!" Mr. Chang, the history teacher, yells. We all stop and look at him. Well this sucks. We'll probably get detention...again.
"I want to know what is going on here." He says firmly. "Issac, Shane and Jason were bullying Mikka again, Mr. Chang." Ryan says. "We were not!" Shane says and his voice gets high pitched. A clear sign of a lie. "I believe you, Ryan." Mr. Chang says, "Issac, Shane, and Jason, come with me to the principle's office." They groan and follow him out.
I look over at Ryan. His face is bruised and he's holding his chest. "Thanks Ryan." I say, looking down. His hand comes under my chin and I look at him. "It's fine, Mikka. You know that I would do anything you." He gives me a peck of the cheek and I smile.
I start to walk out but Ryan grabs my arm. "Hey, you wanna go somewhere?" "Now?" "Yeah." "Okay...where?" "You'll see." He gives me a wild grin and I laugh. He takes my hand and leads me out. All I can think about is the way his hand feels in mine and how this feels like this was supposed to happen.
