Disclaimer: This is a story about gay people...if you can't read it or don't like gay people, leave. Go...bye. But if you like it, read it and write to me.
Chapter 7:
"YES!" I moaned as the sound of grunts and groans filled the air. There was so much heat in the room that I could feel the fire detector about to go off. I moaned in pure pleasure as Davis slammed his 8' cock into me. I felt like I was going to tear in half as he grunted savagely.
"You like this? You like me fucking you like this?" Davis asked.
"Yes." I gasped over and over.
"Say it! Say my name!" he said, raising my legs higher.
"DAVIS!" I shouted.
Suddenly everything stopped, " No." he said. I looked up to see Marco and the next thing I knew, I fell onto the floor with a dull thud.
Davis looked over the side of the bed, " Are you okay?" he asked groggily.
I looked up at him, then felt an intense pain cut through my head and I slumped back onto the floor.
Somehow, I found my way back into bed. That was a shock, especially when I woke up the second time. I looked around to see that my shoes were lying on the floor and Davis was nowhere to be found. My head still pounded, but it was less of a shooting pain now. I quickly shut the curtains and stumbled into the hallway and made my way downstairs. When I got to the bottom, I heard a blender and headed for the kitchen.
"Hey, sleepy head." Davis said as I entered the kitchen, " Are you okay?"
"My best friend just humiliated me, for the second time, in front of everyone, I got pissy drunk and have a hangover, and I'm a walking target." I said, sitting on one of the stools, " Peachy." I joked.
"I see your point, here." Davis said, handing me something he had just blended.
I grabbed it and sniffed it, almost throwing up, " And you think I'm going to drink this why?" I asked.
"Because that headache needs to leave sooner than later." Davis said quickly.
"I don't think I can do it." I said, looking from him to the glass.
Davis smiled, " I think you just need to take a sip. It's better than it tastes." he said.
"It would have to be." I said, taking a sip.
"Is it true, did you try to..." he stopped.
I almost choked on it, " No." I said quickly, " No. I met him at the Haunted House that no one wanted to go with me to and he hit on me until I told him how old I was and...I gave him my number."
"Did you know about him and Hannah?" Davis asked.
"No. I would never do that to my best friend. Despite what you and everyone else thinks, gay people aren't all about sleeping with each other. And most of us do have morals." I said angrily.
"You remember how I said that you are different from anybody I ever met?" I nodded, " That turns me on." he said.
"What?" I blushed.
"Instead of trying to out someone else or blaming him, you just let her believe it because you care about her." Davis said insightfully.
"You saw that?" I asked sheepishly.
Davis chuckled, " I see a lot more than you think. I'm not just a jock, you know." he said. I started to say something but he interrupted, " I know that I was a total asshole, and I'm sorry, but I just don't know how this is supposed to work."
"What is supposed to work?" I asked, confused.
"Us." he said, " I mean, I thought there could be an us. I know I probably messed my chances up, but..." I kissed him from over the counter. I felt him invade my mouth as our tongues fought once again and I liked the way he tasted. We broke as his cell phone rang, " My dad. I can ignore it if you still need me here."
"No." I said, " You should go. I don't want you to get into trouble."
"Trouble?" he chuckled.
"Yeah. Seems to be what I attract." I said, kissing him quickly, " Now go." I smirked.
"Ok." he said walking to the door, " But I'm only a call away."
"Got it. Now go." I smiled, watching him leave. I leaned back into the chair, not knowing how to feel. I had just lost my best friend again. I had once again refused to be confrontational and honest and opted to be nice. To spare her. I felt all the emotions well up inside me and I felt as if I couldn't breathe anymore. I grabbed the glass and threw it against the wall and slid my hand across the counter, knocking all the appliances and condoments off it! I sobbed uncontrollably as I slid against the wall and down into the rubble. There was a knock on the door and then I heard someone enter and stayed on the floor.
"Aide!" Marco said, running as he saw the mess, " Are you okay?"
I looked up at him, " There was...thing." I said looking around.
"A thing?" he asked, looking around, " Come on, let's get you cleaned up." he said, helping me up and into the bathroom where he sat me on the toilet and began to bandage my hand.
I sniffled and looked at him, " How's Julie?" I asked.
Marco stopped and sighed, looking into my eyes, " She's doing okay. When I left, she was in pieces. Last night, she was..." he stopped, " I guess there's no need to ask how you are."
"I guess not." I said slowly.
"So, you're in rampage mode, huh?" Marco asked.
"Have you seen her?" I asked.
Marco sighed and looked away, " She came home late last night." he said, " The idiot dropped her off."
"So you don't like him either?" I asked.
"No." Marco said, " I believe you."
I smiled. Weakly, yes, but I smiled. He hadn't had to ask me was it true. He knew, and for that he gained a hug, " I would never..."
"I know. She's being stupid and when she figures it out, she's gonna be mad." he said reassuringly.
"It'll be too late." I said quickly.
"Too late?" Marco asked, pulling back and looking at me strangely.
"She's outed me to the whole school, embarrassed me in front of the whole school...I can't keep doing this, Marco." I said sadly.
"I admit that she's not been the best friend lately, but..." Marco said.
I sobbed openly, " She's hurt me so much. And things will never be like they used to. Never." I said softly, " What are we gonna do? Where do we go from here?" I asked.
"One step at a time." Marco said, " We need to get you..."
"No. Julie. She needs you." I said.
"You need me." Marco said angrily pacing, " Did you see what you just did downstairs?! I need to be here for you."
I got up and pushed him into the wall, " When are you gonna listen to me?! I said that I could do this alone! I don't...I don't need you to..." I sobbed. He put his arms around me, " I can't breath." I said between sobs.
"Breath. Just breath." Marco whispered.
As the day began, Hannah found herself oddly sick. She wasn't sick as in cough coug*, but she felt...it didn't matter. Christina had invited her and Zack out to the mall. Hannah had hurriedly accepted. As they walked through the mall, Hannah immediately spotted Julie. But this wasn't really Julie, this was Julie very uncomfortable and trashy twin sister. Julie looked up and saw them and she saw the faintest bit of anger, then she looked back down at the papers she was shuffling. Before Hannah could even say anything to Christina, Christina walked up to the booth where her and another guy were sitting, selling tickets.
"Hey, if it isn't Pammy Hilton." Christina smirked, grabbing a ticket and throwing money on the table, " Are these to see the next movie?"
Julie pushed her hair out of her face, " Nope. Probably to see yours." she said, causing Kendall to chuckle a little.
"Good one." Christina sneered, " But mine aren't pathetic. Cause the people I've slept with are alive."
Julie looked up at her angrily, " You take that back!" she said through gritted teeth.
"Chris..." Kendall said slowly.
"What?" Christina said, turning to Kendall. As she looked around again, Julie slapped her, " Did you just..." but Julie tackled her, punching her in the face.
Meanwhile...
Marco and I were in Hollander's, a new store in the mall. Marco was flitting around, trying to pull together an outfit and I felt sorry for him. I mean, he dressed cute, but he could not dress anyone else. I was starting to think that he rolled out of bed like that. I was just in sweats right now annd there was a strong possibility that I was 'Body Odor' Man.
"Come on, I mean, I know I'm not Hannah, but I've done everything I can. We've been to so many stores and if I can't cheer you up, no one can." Marco said impatiently.
I sighed, " I told you that I wanted to be at home." I said, standing, " I do not want to be here."
"You could go home," Elizabeth Marchall said behind us, " This is a store and there are other shoppers."
Marco and I looked at each other, " Hello Mrs. Marchall." I said grimly, " How are you?"
"I'm good. How are your mother and father?" she asked.
"You would probably know better than me." I said without thinking.
"I think being around your...friends has decayed your morals." she said snootily.
Marco looked as if he wanted to say something that would undoubtedly cause an arguement, " What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Hey, you know what's not do." I said quickly.
"I mean, it's no secret that you're a bastard..." she smirked.
"Bastard? I'm only a bastard because you're a slut." he blurted angrily.
"What did you just say young man?" Mrs. Marchall asked.
"Maybe you should spend less time worrying about me and worry about your own family." Marco said angrily.
"Well maybe you should..." she said.
Just as she was about to say something, we heard a scream and ran into the courtyard. When we got there, I was shocked to see a girl on top of another girl, ripping at her face and punching her. I was even more shocked when I saw who it was.
"Julie!" Marco said, running over to her and snatching her off Christina, " What is going on?" he asked.
"She said..." Julie gasped, " stuff."
"What stuff?" Marco asked.
"What are you doing here?" Hannah asked, looking over to me.
I just stared at her, " Hey, fag, she was talking to you." Zack said loudly.
"What did you just say?" Marco asked, walking toward him.
Before Marco got to him, I punched him in the face. Everyone stared on in shock as we punched each other. I felt the blow, but I kicked him in the knee and he fell to the floor and I crawled on top of him, punching away. While everyone else was watching, Julie took the time to grab Christina by the hair and punch her. As the two fights erupted, the mall security began pulling people apart.
As we all sat in the Security office, waiting for...who the hell was I waiting for? I couldn't help but feel like I had worked through some of my issues. My poor lip was busted and bloody, but that didn't stop me from smiling.
"What're you smiling for?" Zack asked, looking at me oddly.
"I just kicked your ass. I mean, for a minute there, I thought I was just going to have to take all this that you're putting me throug, but I don't. I'm going to fight." I smiled.
"I'm sorry for all this, I didn't mean..." Zack started.
"But you did." I said quickly, " And you lied. I can't say that I'm going to walk away from this...from her and not care. But she's on her own know and if you hurt her..."
"I won't." Zack growled, " Ok, I kissed you and lied about it, but I love her. You were just a piece."
"Thanks." I said offhandedly, " I don't know you. I don't really care. You'll never be good enough for Hannah and even if you somehow weren't a dumbass, you wouldn't be good enough for me. But if she likes...then I don't care."
"Zachary. You may go." The guard said with Hannah at her side. I looked at her and she looked at me. We were both confused. She made to say something and I shook my head.
After they left, Julie came in. She sat down beside me and I smiled up at her.
"Hey." I smiled.
"Hey." She said, her hair was all messed up, " Nice lip."
"Nice hair." I smirked.
"I walked in on the last of that...nice." she smiled.
"Even nicer since I recorded it." I said, showing her my phone. She smiled, " So, how are you?"
"Surprisingly good." she smiled as we stood and walked out, " Wanna go and get ice cream?"
"Sure." I smiled, walking away with her.
I walked up to Hannah's house, carrying my box. I stood at the door, watching it as if it would move. It didn't. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. I waited on someone to answer. When the door opened, I felt it. All the anger, all the rage, all the sadness and everything that was in my heart. I felt like I should scream or cry or hit her, but I didn't.
Hannah stood, looking at me, " What're you doing here? Coming to beg for my apology?" she asked.
I was silent. I felt my eyes watering up and I just shook my head and threw the box at her feet, then turned and walked away. Hannah bent down and picked up the box, rummaging through it. Insided, she wanted to cry, outside she was. She looked up, not knowing what to say, but she didn't have to say anything. I was gone. She looked down and saw a recorder inside. She took it out and played the tape. As she listened to it, her heart dropped and she began to sob.
Well, if you liked it please tell me so I can start work on the next one.