Scott’s Secret - 10 and 11

Chapter 10

The banging finally stopped, and everyone just lay there, big grins on every face. A slight chill was in the air, but no one really noticed, as they slowly began to come down from the high that they just were experiencing.

Mike finally slid his feet off the bed and padded off to the washroom to grab some towels, so they could all move back into the living room. He kept shaking his head, and grinning, with the occasional glance at the ceiling. There was a bounce to his step as he wrapped one large bath sheet around his middle and grabbed two other towels for the boys in the room. Felt strange thinking of them, and yet it felt so right.

With towels around their middles, Randy and Scott followed Mike into the living room. They could see the darkness out of the patio window, and it wasn’t all that dark anymore. Mike was busy putting the coffee on as Randy sat down on the floor, next to Scott’s feet.

As Mike brought the coffee in, he saw the scene of the young stallion sitting on his couch, the one he had fallen for and there next to him was the young man who certainly was wiser than his age, and yet, it looked like a modern scene out of ‘family life’.

Now where was this gonna lead them? He wondered as he passed Scott his coffee and their eyes seemed to lock together, as if exchanging signals and each was able to read the other’s mind. Randy’s idea of a group grope had worked out, sort of, but now it had added a new dimension to the whole situation. Mike had never felt so alive, and while he had always thought Randy was cute, he never looked at him as someone he wanted in his life. That had suddenly all changed.

Scott had felt like he was on top of the world, and now, now he had to come up with some decisions. He still had deep feelings for Randy, yet Mike had captured his heart like no one, not even Randy, had.  However, Randy was still special and how could he leave him out of his future? Would Mike want him to?

Randy sat there, feeling the warmth of Scott. The mere touch of his leg against his side made him feel like he was actually a part of something, even if it was only for a brief time. Sadness was in his eyes and he kept his head lowered, not sure what today was going to bring. Somehow, he wished just once that his life could go his way. He sat there, sipping at the warm coffee, not noticing the strong silent messages passing between Scott and Mike.

Chapter 11

Scott had been pacing back and forth for over an hour now. Every few seconds he would glance up at the big video display, checking the times to the right with the huge digital clock on the pillar next to it. Damn it, the flight was late, typical airlines.

Finally the numbers changed and he could see that the flight from Atlanta had arrived and would be deplaning from clear across the concourse. Damn it, first it said this building, now it showed that it would be clear across to the other side. Well, he started to walk away, his feet carrying him towards his future.

As he walked fast towards his destiny, his mind went back to the last few weeks. He had tried to stay in Atlanta for as long as possible, but business couldn’t wait and the friggin asshole cousin was back to his old tricks. He had no choice, so with 2 weeks to go before Mike was finished in Atlanta, he had to board the company jet and head off back to Florida and the family.

It had been a tough good bye and poor Randy had looked so forlorn, it made his heart break. Mike wasn’t much better and the good byes in the car were to say the least watery. Mike had promised that he would call daily, but Scott insisted that he not. Instead, he said he would call as it was one of the perks of his job. Mike didn’t argue too much and Randy just sort of hung out in the back of the car.

At the gate to his plane, Randy had a tough time keeping himself in check, and when he hugged Scott good bye, he clung to him so hard Scott was sure his ribs were cracked. Mike shook his hand, his eyes glued to the floor it seemed. They hardly exchanged words, and it was like taking a baby from its mother’s arms. They all just sort of stood there, none of them willing to look at anyone else.

He was passing the main insurance machine as his mind recalled his flight here and how he had been greeted by his father, stacks of manila folders in his arms and a weary grin on his face.

Cousin John, the asshole had really been up to no good and now it was up to him to sort it out. He had no idea then just what had gone on, but it didn’t take him long to find out. His father had been pretty upset and the list of problems seemed to have aged his dad considerably in the last few months. He knew that his parents were due to leave on a cruise for Christmas, and now even that seemed to be in abeyance, as his father detailed the stock manoeuvres his cousin and uncle had been pulling.

The bombshell was when his father pulled out the pale blue folder and handed it to him in the car. He opened it, his heart sinking as he saw the police report detailing the incident in Atlanta. In addition, he saw several photographs of Randy, with the police identification numbers and he knew that he was in for a real rough time, one that could place his whole future into doubt.

He didn’t know which was worse, the fact that his stupid asshole cousin John had the information or the look on his father’s face. How did you explain to your own dad that for years you had been lying to him, that your dates with all the nice girls in town were for show and nothing more?

The trip from the airport home had been a silent one. He had no idea how to approach it and his father seemed in no rush to explore the new aspects of his son’s life. It wasn’t until they reached the front of his own driveway, when his father finally broke the silence.

In a very soft voice, as if the life had been drained from him, his father spoke to him about the report. He didn’t rant or rave, he merely pointed out how disappointed he was in Scott. He made no reference to business, just to his feeling of betrayal. Scott left, standing alone in front of his home, his security blanket no longer looking so secure. DAMN THAT JOHN ! he thought, but it wasn’t really fair to blame him for his secretiveness. It wasn’t really John who made him lie to his own parents.

Scott spend a restless night, going over his options and at one point he felt like just walking out and taking the next plane back to Atlanta. That was one option he kept tossing back and forth until 6am when his private line rang. Now what he had thought as he picked up the receiver to find not some new problem, but the one voice he wanted to hear, had hoped to hear but didn’t think he would hear.

Mike had for some insane reason decided to phone him, and together they talked for an hour or more. He had explained, briefly and then in a flood of words what his arrival home had brought out in the open. The soft soothing sounds of Mike’s voice seemed to make him very calm. He no longer felt like a trapped animal in a box canyon, instead he felt like he had found some new hope to run free.

Scott had a smile on his face as he stood in line at the airport security line, as he thought back to that phone call. It was kismet or something that had made Mike phone him just then. He had no idea how he was going to handle the upcoming meeting, but after the phone call, he had at least found some peace of mind.

As the line moved forward slowly, Scott reflected back once more, to how the day had progressed. He could see himself laughing at some corny joke that mike had tossed at him, calling him his bet wabbit, a term he had coined after one of their love making sessions. Mike figured that Scott had to be part rabbit the way he kept wanting to screw around. Even Randy had joked about how horny Scott always seemed to be.  The tag had stuck, and now he was Mike’s wittle wabbit and mike was his snuggles.

He had showered and ate some breakfast before heading off to the office and his showdown. He had no sleep but he felt like he had had 20 hours of the best sleep ever. The quick jerk off session he had with Mike just before they ended their conversation didn’t hurt either. God, that guy could bring up some interesting visions, and it almost felt like he was in the room watching him stroke his dick. This was a strange way to feel, but after the call, he seemed to look forward to the confrontation that was ahead.

As the line continued to slowly move ahead, Scott kept his smile on his face. It really had been a good meeting, and he had enjoyed himself as he sat there at the beginning, listening to Cousin John play his cards out. How sad he was to bring to the board’s attention that his favorite cousin had been involved in a situation that could have such dire consequences for the company.

He listened intently as his Uncle Charles rose, unsteadily, as if in pain, to add his voice to the sadness and disappointment he felt at Scott’s involvement with the Atlanta police through an incident at a gay bar over some street trash.  Scott had flared at those words, but he kept his cool, realizing that just as discussed with Mike, it was going the way they figured.

He listened as his uncle reluctantly brought forth his motion to dismiss Scott, in the best interests of the firm and the family (now that was a nice touch, he had thought) and how his father had sat there, his eyes barely open, the pain very evident in his face.

Back and forth it had gone, between his cousin’s business like demeanour and his uncle’s family disappointment approach. Finally his father had smashed his fist on the table, startling everyone. He had risen and in quick short bursts had told Uncle Charles that while he didn’t accept homosexuality as a way of life that was in keeping with his values, he did defend Scott. He told him how Scott was the same person who had taken the company from near bankruptcy 8 years earlier and brought it to its level of prosperity now. He had stated in harsh static tones how it was Scott who had stopped the internal haemorrhaging of the corporate cash flow by instituting some stringent cost control measures and that it was those measures that were at the root of John’s and Charles’ discontent, not him being gay.

Scott had tears in his eyes at the way his father had stood up to the old bore and his son, and the director’s sensed that there was more to come. They weren’t disappointed either as Scott’s father finally turned the tables and gave the floor to Scott.

He was almost at the gate now, and he could still see the ashen white look of anger on Uncle Charles’s face as he rose in the meeting to answer the charges and innuendo of his family.  His father had laid the groundwork in a way he hadn’t expected, and he started by placing his hand on his dad’s shoulder and squeezing it. He couldn’t speak to him but they did look at each other and he knew he owed this man a great deal, and a great big hug, but not now, now he needed to bring dear old Uncle Charles and sweet Cousin John to heel.

Scott started his opening, with his own personal declaration of independence. He started by saying, yes he was a homosexual, and furthermore, that he was damn proud of who he was, but that while he felt before, and even now that what he did in his bedroom was no one’s business, if they must know, then they should know the whole truth.

Yes he had an affair with a street youth, but that it was something he wasn’t ashamed of. Yes he had been in a bar room brawl protecting that same youth because he couldn’t sit back and let some over bearing hypocritical asshole beat on him. If that damaged the family or the firm, then maybe the family and the firm needed to re-examine its own values.

Yes he was gay, not only was he gay but he was bringing home someone who he hoped would be his partner and mate for life, and so the board might as well know that too. While he was sure that Cousin John’s spies, which by the way had been paid for out of corporate funds, would eventually find it out, he felt the board should know it now, from him, untainted by some prejudiced source.

He could see his father’s face as he spoke to the board, and he could feel the breath leaving him, but in for a penny, in for a pound and he had continued.  Yes he had paid men for their favours, not really much different than their nation’s president giving jobs to young women, except that he preferred men. He pointed out that the president hadn’t been kicked out of office, and further that the nation was still intact, so would their company if the facts were exposed to the shareholder’s.

Scott went on to even further tell the faces that stared at him in open amazement that while he at least had the decency to seek his personal pleasures away from the family’s base of operation, his cousin didn’t do so. As well, just exactly what was the difference between him seeking the paid company of young men, and the paid young women who frequented his cousin’s downtown apartment? Would the shareholder’s really be any less upset?  Did his Uncle really feel that the shareholders would prefer that the board force his resignation and place good old Cousin John back in charge when under his supervision, the company had lost millions in revenues and had squandered just as many millions in stupid ventures?

Or would the board prefer that he resign? Would they prefer that he leave even though he had just secured a multi million dollar contract with CNN? Man he had enjoyed the stunned looks on Uncle Charles’ face as he threw on the board room table the signed agreement between CNN and their company, a fact that no one but his father had known about.

He didn’t let it go there either, as he pushed forward once and for all to end the constant battles between him, his father and Uncle Charles and Cousin John. With a deft movement he had upped the anty and now he started to play with his aces.

Scott was at the gate entrance way as his mind recalled how he had shown that in less than 5 years under the new agreement that each share of the company would increase from $68 to over $120 by simply doing nothing, but that if they followed his plans, they could not only raise the share value to the $120 mark, but surpass it two or even three fold.

He played his trump card by saying that this deal had originally been presented years ago but that John had rejected it. Was that how this board wanted to go into the new millennium?  With backwards archaic thinking that didn’t give a rat’s ass about the shareholder’s, but only about how many parties it’s executives could throw?

People were starting to come out of the long passageway, and he started scanning the crowd, his heart racing as he waited. This was his moment, his time, and he couldn’t think of two people who he’d rather share it with than Mike and Randy. His palms were sweating as he waited, one foot tapping nervously, his hands clenching and then nervously wiping them along his jeans.

Finally he thought he saw Mike’s head, least it looked like it and he moved forward a bit, almost trampling over a little girl. He murmured his apologizes and then he stood back up and there in front of him, was Mike.

He threw his arms around Mike and felt a strange warmth pass through his whole body. This was what it was like to be in love, to feel the warmth and strength of the person you desired above all else.

They hugged tightly for several minutes, Scott could feel his whole body tremble with the nearness of Mike. His groin was already aching like it had never ached before and he couldn’t wait to get them home. It was like he was a new person, so much so that he even risked a brief kiss against Mike’s cheek.

Mike was taken aback by the crush of Scott against his body, but damn it felt good. He could smell the strange cologne but more than that he could sense the urgent desire that was now in his arms. He smiled and as Scott’s lips brushed his cheeks, he was sure his heart stopped beating for that instant. This wasn’t the same Scott that had left a few short weeks earlier, this was a new man, and he sure did like it.

“God its good to see you….. where’s Randy?   ….. I don’t see him….”

“Scott…. uh….. look let’s go over there….”

“Fuck… no…. what is it Mike?….. don’t hold back..”

“Here…. Randy asked me to give this to you…. he isn’t coming Scott… I tried… you have to believe me Scott..”

“Yeah I know…. shit….. this isn’t right…. DAMN IT.”

“Scott…”

“I know Mike…. I know……”

The Locker - Chapter 12 (Conclusion)

Chapter 12

Monday 5 a.m. – Dakota

He had heard the old truck coughing into life a little early, knowing now where his father was really going. Strange, he had kind of wished that he had gone with him and yet he couldn’t get that look out of his mind. The way his father had looked at him when he had brushed Noah off yesterday. The sadness in his eyes were almost as painful as the hurt that was reflected in Noah’s face. Dakota wasn’t sure which hurt him more, Noah’s look of feeling betrayed or his father’s stare of disappointment?

In some ways it made him angry that neither of them could understand how he felt. Why was it always about them and not him he wondered? His eyes filled with tears for the umpteenth time since this morning. As he sat up on the wooden platform, staring out at the coming dawn he could still hear Noah’s voice. What would today be like he wondered and yet he knew inside exactly how it would be. He didn’t know if he even wanted to go to school today for fear of having to face Noah. God why did it always have to be so hard?

Sitting there with his knees drawn up under his chin he stared outwards, wondering where it had all gone wrong? Why had he jumped so far away that he actually hurt someone he cared for? Why did his own father look at him now like he was some big disappointment? Maybe in the past he would have thought it was because he was queer, but thinking about it, his father had never looked like that at him even when he had found out that he was gay. Strange, if anything should have brought that out it should have been that but instead it was him turning Noah away. How could that be? What was it that had changed so much that he actually had turned his back on his own dreams and hopes?

Was he a coward or maybe he was just being realistic? How could he go through more of this constant fighting and for what? What gain did he get out of having to get himself psyched up to just walk down a school hallway? Why did he have to wonder each time he passed some guys if they would come up and jump him? Wasn’t he entitled to have some peace, some time to be himself? His father didn’t understand how it felt each morning, having to wake up knowing that someone would say something or do something that would tear at your insides. He just didn’t get it that even though Montana had tried to keep him out of it that just couldn’t happen. There was always someone to snicker, to call him down for being Montana’s brother and it was that which defeated his brother more than any disease could. It was that constant goading, name calling that made him weak and tired which is why the disease took hold so fast.

He knew in his heart that Montana welcomed death, that at least in death he would have peace and wrongly he also thought it would bring peace to his family. God if he only knew how much it hadn’t brought any peace. If only he could have known maybe he would have fought more, tried a bit harder to stick around. Dakota’s anger and pain grew as he sat there, seeing the light beginning to shred the dark shroud that had covered his world. How he hated the sunrise and yet his brother loved it, telling him how beautiful it was to see. Dakota hated it because it meant another day was beginning, another day in which the morons would taunt and laugh at him and at his brother. Another day of having to get through teachers who would let the jokes about gays go at best, at worst they would join in the laughter. How could he enjoy that signal of a new day when all it meant was more pain?

To him the sunset was best simply because it meant he had survived another day living in a world that tormented people not because they were evil or sinners, just because they were different. He hated the world and some of that anger had given him a chance to be accepted. He had learned how to fight and how to walk and talk just like everyone else. In the locker room he had told his fair share of gay jokes too but he was tired of all that. He was just plain tired of it, of having to lie and pretend.

Maybe what really pissed him off the most was having to lie to the girls. He had dated some and many were really nice and yet he had used them, in an effort to protect himself but it was wrong. It had eaten at his insides and even Montana had seemed disappointed by his actions but it had saved his ass. There was no denying that and yet it didn’t give him any comfort. Sitting here now he felt like all it had done was make his whole life a lie, a sham even. Maybe that was what his father had seen when he had broken it off with Noah? Could he have known about the girls and how he had deceived everyone at school? Could he have known how he had been secretly pleased by Montana insisting he stay out of the hassles? Was that what had his father looking so disappointed in him?

Why did you have to leave me? Why?

He stared up at the fading darkness knowing that today would be just one more day of disappointments. He could feel the pain and emptiness in his heart from not having Montana nearby to answer him but he also felt a new hole inside, the place where Noah had touched. His whole body shook as he cried for what he could have had and for what he had lost. He couldn’t understand why things were this way but he knew that he hurt, that the pain inside was too much for him. For a second or two he wished he could be with Montana now, wish that he were next to his brother by that tree instead of here.

You told me to act straight, I would have stood by you, really, I would have

He meant it, he really did as he spoke out loud, hoping that by doing so that maybe his voice would carry, that maybe Montana would hear him. It wasn’t like it had helped all that much anyhow, pretending to be straight. Some still figured he was queer, some even tried to fight him and he had listened to Montana. He had struck out at them hard, acting like it was a slur that they thought he might be like his older brother. He had done the best acting job and yet why did he always feel so dirty afterwards? Why hadn’t it seemed like a big joke, the gay kid fooling the straight boys?

It never felt right, why didn’t you let me stand up with you? Didn’t you think I would? Were you ashamed of me too?

Dakota’s eyes felt like they were filled with sand even though the tears continued to roll down his cheeks. Even his tears hurt him as he cried, not certain what to do anymore. Part of him wanted to just put his head on Noah’s shoulder and each time he thought how good that would be, he saw Noah’s anger and hurt face staring at him. He had burned that bridge and yet somehow he still wished he could have made Noah understand. It just wasn’t about protecting Noah but how do you tell someone you love that he’s fallen for a coward? How do you explain to him that just being on the edge of the abuse had taken such a toll on his own spirit?

Where were the words to explain to the one person that had driven you to taking huge risks just so you could be near them and then when it came to actually having to confront those risks, all you could do was run? He did want Noah, he knew that in his heart but he also knew that he wanted to just be normal, to just be one of the guys no matter the cost. How do you explain that to someone like Noah who hadn’t a clue as to how it would be? How did you tell yourself never mind the one guy that had made it past all your defences? Hell how do you tell your dad that you felt like a coward because you never stood up to the bullies that swarmed your own brother? How do you tell the two people that mattered that you love them when you couldn’t tell that to your own brother when he needed you the most?

His pain was growing as his body shook in the dawn’s light. He felt so useless and such a coward that he didn’t know which way to turn. He wanted Noah so badly and yet he knew that to have him would mean an endless round of fights and scorn and abuse. He just didn’t think he could survive all that or that the image Noah had of him could survive it. Everyone thought he was such a strong guy, one who could fight his way out of trouble if he couldn’t talk his way out, yet they didn’t know him. They didn’t know how scared he felt each time he realized he’d have to take a hit, to take a fist to the face or to the stomach. No one really ever talked about that and yet it always seemed to be there staring at him. Each time someone would say something he’d feel the flesh and bone hitting his own, wincing inside at the sharp jolts that he knew would immediately follow.

No one understood how scary those thoughts were. No one really considered how each time the fear grew worse or the pain seemed to get more intense. Noah thought he was tough and all, so too it seemed did his dad, but the truth was that he wasn’t. He knew that deep inside, knew that Montana had known it too. His eyes were blurry as he stared upwards.

Was that why Montana? Did you know I would cave? Is that why you insisted I act like I was straight ‘cause you knew I was afraid?

Deep inside he felt anger, unreasonable anger at the notion that he should be anything but afraid. Hell the whole world seemed against him and his kind, even the Pope was calling him a sinner and evil. How was he supposed to fight all that by himself? Okay, sure Montana had fought it and where had it gotten him? How many times had he come home all battered and bruised? Sure he had shaken it all off, calling them jerks or puffing his chest out and saying that they should see the other guys. It always was guys too, never guy because it never was only one but a pack. How many times had he turned the corner to see three or four guys standing around waiting and how many times had he turned and walked the other way?

The shame welled up inside because he knew that he shouldn’t have turned away, that he should have gone forward and stood by his brother. At the time and ever since he had always said he was only doing what Montana had wanted, but had he? Was he really just doing what Montana said or was he using that as an excuse for not doing what he knew he should have? Was he doing what his dad said, using an excuse to make it all seem right when deep down he knew differently?

The wind began to pick up and he could feel the warm dry air swirling around him as he stood up and took off Noah’s shorts. He stood there, naked letting the wind play around his body as he stared outwards. Was this how it was supposed to be or was it how he was willing to let it be? He felt the pain in his chest as he dropped Noah’s shorts and walked over to the edge, to stare down at the shadowy ground. It would be so easy to just step off over the edge. to let his body fall down and end his pain.

His body shook, as the wind grew stronger. He breathed in deeply wondering if his dad was right, wondering if when you died that wasn’t just it. Was there really a God and if so, what would it be like to know him and feel him next to you? Could it really end the pain he was feeling right now or was it just so much hocus-pocus? Was there a place after death or was death final? His body shivered as he stepped closer to the edge of the platform, his toes curling at the lip of the edge. His heart ached inside as he wished he’d never been born.

There was no way for him to end the pain he thought as he stood there, the tears rolling down his face unheeded. There seemed to be no easy answer and for a moment or two he felt like he just wanted to curl up in a ball but then what? His mind was filled with the faces of all those who had taunted and tormented him and his brother. Even pretending to be straight hadn’t helped much and he could still feel the fists striking him, the feet kicking at his fallen body. He could feel it now as he shuddered and let his pain have free reign over his body. There was no other way left to him he thought as he stood there, wondering if God existed or not, wondering if he would see Montana again or not.

The pain tore into him as he shivered a little, his naked body growing cold as his mind rebelled against having to go and face Noah. He knew in his soul that he loved him, that he wanted to be a part of his world and life but that he was just plain afraid. He knew too that he was a failure to his father in both being gay and being a coward. There really didn’t seem any other choices left he felt as the pain ripped into his body, making it quake and shiver at the same time. The wind began to howl it seemed as he looked up from the ground to stare out at the land spread out before him. He wondered if they would cry more for him or less? Would Noah care or would he feel what? Would he cry for him or not?

Dakota could see the sun slowly rising up over the horizon and he hated its yellow glow, knowing that he had little choice left. If he just took one more step maybe then he would never have to worry about seeing another dawn, never have to worry about trying to just get through one more day of living. Funny, Montana had told him that the morning was the best because it meant a whole new chance at changing things but he never saw it that way. To him it was just another reminder of what lay ahead and the fears and pain that it would bring to him and his family. No the morning wasn’t beautiful or comforting to him and yet standing there, he couldn’t help but admire its strange beauty. Something about the morning had made Montana happy but what was it? Was it the golden rays piercing the darkness or was it something else?

What did you see that I don’t? What was it about the mornings that you loved so much that you even spent your last breath watching it come? What? Tell me Montana, please, tell me

Slowly the sun was rising up from the horizon and he could see the field clearly now, see the house off in the distance even and he wondered what it was about morning that had always given Montana a smile? If only he could know too, maybe then he wouldn’t feel so defeated, so empty? Maybe if he could figure that out he might want to go forward but why couldn’t he? Was he dense or was it just because there really wasn’t anything to see?

He looked around trying to see something that would make him understand but he couldn’t see anything different. In the light nothing looked different, everything was still the same so what was it that Montana saw that gave him such hope? What was it that let him get up each morning and go to school and face those assholes? His body shuddered as the sobs came from deep within his body. The pain of losing his brother grew harder to accept as he felt himself coming closer to the edge, felt his body leaning forward a bit more towards that point of no return when the wind picked up from behind him. He could feel it pushing against his back and somehow he fought it, holding himself that brief distance from the edge.

The wind swirled around and gusted up from behind even more as he stared out, his long hair flowing up and over his shoulders to even dangle out in front of his face. He could taste the stands of hair that came across his mouth and he sighed, wishing he knew the truth. His legs were cold as he stood there with the wind at his back and the scent of strawberries came to him. He breathed it in deeply wondering how he could smell them now, knowing the season was long past and yet it was strawberries that he smelt. Dakota felt the emptiness inside of him growing as he stood there. First Montana and now Noah too, what else was there left to be taken from him? He had nothing else left but himself and maybe that was just it, maybe it was time that too was gone so at least the pain could end?

Everything seemed so hopeless. If he stayed to fight he would lose, there just was too many of them. Besides, Noah wouldn’t want him now not after what he had said to him yesterday. Montana had already been taken from him already and that loss would never get easier to accept. His father was already disappointed in him and already feeling one loss, staying only adding to his pain and his mother’s pain. As for his sister, she had to struggle to keep their secret from everyone and in his heart he knew how much it worried her. She would give anything not to spill it but he knew that it was beyond her abilities to control. Eventually it would come out and then she would feel responsible. There was no solution for any of it, all he could see was more pain, and more emptiness as he began to let the wind move him along.

It would have been nice if things had worked out like they did in Hollywood or in some storybook. It would have been nice to be Noah’s white knight and come to his rescue and save him but that just didn’t happen in real life. He wished he could have what he had always wanted, wished he could walk down the street holding hands with Noah. Strange, he had always had that dream but never had a face to put with it. All the guys he had known never quite fit the bill and yet the instant he had seen Noah his face filled the blank one of his dreams. How could just one look touch him so much and give him such warmth that not even the sun could equal it?

His eyes blinked as he tried to figure out what it was about Noah that had gotten inside of him? Was it his face or his look? Could it be his body or maybe how he spoke? Standing there he wished he could have ended it differently between them, wished that he had found a way to explain it all to Noah. That was the one thing he really did regret. Somehow he really had hoped that he could have lived his dream with Noah, but this way at least Noah wouldn’t have to live with the pain for long, if at all. At least this way he would never have to know the horror of waking up each morning dreading the day.

There was a soft caress against the back of his legs and he shivered feeling a sudden jolt of electricity run through his whole body. For a second or even two he could see Noah’s face towering over him, the look in his eyes as his hand had began to reach back to guide Dakota’s throbbing pole along his buttocks. He saw it all and in staring at those eyes again he could see deeper than before. It wasn’t lust or just passion that glowed inside but something else. He felt the fires of Noah’s soul touching his in that moment when his pole reached that one small tiny hole.

He glanced down at his trembling hands and at the ground. It looked so hard and cold and then he glanced down at his feet. He saw his toes curling tightly around the lip of the platform and around the tops of his feet a thin material blew over and covered them. Dakota stared down at Noah’s shorts that twirled around his ankles and he could feel him now. He could feel Noah’s breath on his face; feel the drops of sweat that dripped form his forehead as he stared down at him.

The sun finally broke out in the dawn and it struck Dakota’s fully in the face. He could see the rainbow of colours through his tear stained eyes and was awe struck by the brilliance of the colours. The deep hues of red and purple made his heart ache and burn with a strange desire as his body stood still among the wind. Inside he felt the hot fire of Noah’s desire reaching for him and he could feel the tender gentleness of his hand on his face at the same time. Everything burned a brilliant colour as he watched the sun rise fully into the morning sky and he felt a strange stirring inside of his heart as he wondered if it could be that simple?

Monday – 8:10 a.m. – Noah

Despite the puffiness around his eyes he didn’t mind the sun’s glare as he scanned the parking lot. He still wasn’t sure what he would say or how to act when they met but he couldn’t just let it go. He had wanted to so many times last night and yet each time when he had made up his mind to just ignore Dakota he got that feeling inside that wouldn’t let go.

His dad was driving him and hadn’t even objected when he had asked him to drive slowly one more time around the lot. Strange how silent his dad had been all the time driving here and even now. It was kind of freaky if he wasn’t so intent on finding Dakota’s car. The whole weekend had been nothing but a roller coaster ride of strange emotions and happenings. Noah still wasn’t exactly certain what had happened yesterday, and a night of fitful sleep didn’t exactly give him a clear head to try and figure it out but somehow he knew there was more to it than what Dakota had said. Hell even his own father had said so on the way home from the cemetery and a lot more too.

Christ it was strange listening to how his dad had told his mom about Dakota suddenly dumping him. It was almost as if his dad was outraged that Dakota couldn’t see what a catch he was. Man if he didn’t hurt so much inside he would have burst out laughing at the way his dad spoke about Dakota. Even his mother sort of smiled at his tirade about Dakota even though you could see her relief as well.

Nothing made sense to him and even now, making his dad drive around to see if Dakota’s car was here was just as nuts as everything else seemed to have been. Deep down in his heart he knew that Dakota didn’t think of him as some trophy fuck or whatever it was called. He knew in his heart that they had something special together and if he could just figure out what had happened, maybe he could find a way to fix it. He just couldn’t let it go like everyone told him too, or seemed to want him to do.

It was kind of weird listening to his mom telling him he’d get over it, that obviously Dakota wasn’t the type for him or how she had commented that he just didn’t know a good catch when he had one. Man it was weird how parents could flip flop so quickly. Sort of gave him a headache from the spinning it caused. One minute they were yanking him away from Dakota and all that meant and the next they were calling him down for doing what they had wanted in the first place. Geez it was confusing but then as he turned to look at his father, he realized that maybe they had just been scared by him being gay cause they hadn’t a clue what it was.

“I guess you can let me off here”

He could see the hungry look in his son’s face. It was weird to see how desperate he looked as he scanned the parking lot and walks. Hell even he was doing it too and yet part of him was glad that they hadn’t found the car. It was still a mystery to him as to what had happened and he wondered if it was his fault? After all if he hadn’t gone there in a temper things might be a lot different for his son now.

“You sure? I can go around again?”

“No it’s okay, besides it might uh, you know”

“Make them ask questions?”

“yeah”

“Okay, uh, you okay son?”

Funny how worried his dad seemed about him and yet even as they had driven around the lot he kind of thought his dad was happy they didn’t find Dakota’s car parked anywhere. He had to admit in some ways he was happy to and also worried. God if this was love he wasn’t sure he was ready for it. To feel the anger he had at Dakota had scared him but not as much as thinking that he would never be able to touch Dakota again. It all had an eerie feel to it, like there was something missing but he wasn’t certain what. All he knew was that since about shortly after 5 this morning he knew in his heart that he needed to see Dakota again, no matter what. He didn’t care if everyone in school knew he was gay; just as long as he could talk to Dakota again or at least see him.

“I guess, not sure really”

“You still believe you and he are meant for each other, don’t you?”

“Huh? How… yeah I do, dumb huh?”

“I don’t know, guess it depends on why you feel that way”

“I wish I knew why, might help me figure it all out”

The whole idea that his son was having sex had frightened the hell out of him and his wife. Still it was strange to think that when he was Noah’s age it was all he could think about too. Things hadn’t really changed in some areas but in others it had. There was no way he even knew about gay back when he was 16 or what kind of sex that was, but maybe it was simply not discussed then like it was now? Still, the idea that his son was actually engaged in it brought up a lot of worries.

Looking at Noah this morning he had seen the hang dog expression, that sort of look that said how sad he was feeling and desperate too. He just found it hard to still believe that it was over another boy but it was. There was no doubt about it but it still took him a bit to accept it. There were moments too when he felt if only it was over a girl then he’d know how to handle it, but over another guy made him feel more out in the cold than anything. How do you comfort your boy about maybe losing another boy? Was it like being dropped by a girl, which was something he had experience in, or was it different?

“It uh, I mean it isn’t because of the… well you know, because of the sex is it?”

Why did parents always think it was about sex? Christ he had other things on his mind other than Dakota’s dick or so he thought. Sure he had thought about that part earlier and even when fighting with his folks he had thought about the sex stuff. After all it had felt awesome to be a part of Dakota like that and yet it felt different than what he had expected. It wasn’t like earlier that day either, but whatever it was, it felt right and now look at how it had turned out? God he must be nuts to think that just cause he found a way to take it meant they would be together forever, but well, something made him feel that way. If it wasn’t the sex, what was it? Why did he feel this way if all it was about was sex?

“I suppose in some way it is, but no Dad, it isn’t cause he was good or great or anything like that really, it was, I don’t know, sort of how I felt when near him like that, sort of… I don’t know if I can explain it”

Nathan glanced at his son and saw the way the eyes were glazed. For a moment or two he could see that look that reminded him of his own wife at times. She would get a sort of far off look too and he knew that she was thinking of him or of a time they had shared together. That was the same look Noah had now and it struck him just how similar it really was. Being gay obviously had some differences but maybe that was simple mechanics, because if that look was any indication, love was the same for gay boys as it was for straight boys. He could remember feeling that way and still did feel that way when it came to his wife.

“I think I understand, it is kind of how I feel when with your mother”

“Really?”

“Yes, I just didn’t, I guess love is love huh?”

“I guess”

“Hurts like hell too doesn’t it?”

“Yes”

“You know maybe he isn’t going to come to school today, I mean maybe he is just too…”

Noah knew his father meant well but he really didn’t want a lecture on how this was maybe for the best or even how Dakota wasn’t the right one for him. All he knew as in his heart he still cared and loved Dakota. That was all that really mattered in the long run so he wished his dad would just let it go, give him some peace. He knew he was only trying to help but it wasn’t. He looked at his dad and spoke in a sort of exasperated voice, feeling tired as he tried to once more explain how he was feeling.

“Dad please, right now I still think I love him, for whatever that is worth, I don’t want to…”

“Give me a chance son, okay?”

He knew his father was only trying to help but he just didn’t understand. Noah knew he needed to see Dakota if for nothing else than to see if what he had said yesterday was really how he felt. Maybe he was just confused or maybe there was something else going on that Dakota didn’t want to tell him? All sorts of things were running through his mind and his father’s advice just wasn’t helping. He didn’t have a clue as to what it could be, or how things were different if you were gay. Christ this whole thing could about Dakota worrying about AIDS or something, how would his father be able to help him with that?

“I am trying dad, just that…”

“I know, you are confused and worried and angry all at the same time, but listen to me, okay?”

“I’ll try”

“Good, what I was going to say is that maybe he’s just scared, or maybe, just maybe he’s afraid he can’t go through all that could happen, he did already lose a brother you know, maybe he’s just afraid he’s gonna lose you too”

“Hell of a way to show that”

“Yes it is, but life can beat you down if you let it”

Funny he had this image of Dakota and yet maybe his dad was right? He had no idea what it must have been like to lose a brother or to go through the shit that must have happened in school. Something about that made him squirm a little because Dakota seemed to know a lot about that and yet, he couldn’t remember seeing any marks or such on him. How did he keep out of it or did he? Could his father be right that he was just worn out from what went on?

Nothing really made much sense to him. Shit Dakota had come to him that first night, how could he suddenly change right after they had sex? Could it be that he really was that bad or maybe he had done something wrong? Noah had tried to figure that out, hell he even had written a note about it to leave in the locker, hoping that maybe it might get Dakota to at least discuss it with him. He just wished he knew the answers was all, that was maybe the worst part of all this, the not knowing.

“I just don’t get it, he comes across so tough, so together, how can he be afraid of what they’ll say?”

“I doubt if it is that simple Noah, I know how much it frightens me, and I am a lot older than you or him, plus, think about how much he must have gone through with his brother coming out? That had to be tough for him”

“I suppose”

“You know it had to be, maybe he is just tired of fighting Noah, did you ever think about that?”

“But who says he has to dad? I mean it isn’t like I am planning to announce how I feel about him on the PA…”

Nate could see the deep worry written all over his son’s face, which made him quiver a little. He could only guess at what his son must be wondering but in some ways Noah might be mature for his age but in other ways he was still just a boy. People had a nasty habit of finding out your secrets and if it was something like this, well he could only imagine how rough it could get. His primary concern was Noah and yet he found himself worrying about Dakota as if somehow he was part of their own family.

God how things could change overnight. Saturday all he could think about was how much he would like to throttle that Dakota and now here he was worrying about him just about as much as he was about his own boy. Strange how a parents instincts could just take over.

“Maybe it isn’t you he’s worried about”

“Huh? Well who then?”

In a lot of ways this whole gay thing was no different than for people like himself. He could see the similarities in the pain of a relationship and youthful desires being no different than when he was growing up. The real difference he realized wasn’t that it was about two guys but that it was how other’s looked at it. In many ways it was no different than how the world used to view mixed race relationships. He had seen the clips back then when many whites were so outraged at a man or women dating a person of colour that in some instances they would take the person to the bushes and whip them to death or just plain hang them. He shuddered as he realized just how this was the same thing, isn’t that what happened to some poor kid out in Wyoming?

Looking at his son he began to see him and Dakota in a totally different way. His heart shuddered a few times as the realization of what might happen wasn’t some fantastic improbability but was very real. He grew frightened for his son and realized that perhaps Dakota had realized all this as well. To think that some 16 year old had to consider whether to be in love and risk death was something he just couldn’t fathom himself having to deal with. How could any 16-year-old make rational decisions with that kind of future looming at him? Was this the new kindler and gentler world that his President had spoken about?

“Maybe himself? Maybe he doesn’t think he can keep how he feels for you hidden? It is possible you know”

“But he is so strong, I mean he came… I mean he is the one who came after me, I was to chicken shit to even… well…”

“I know, uh, did you ever think that, well sometimes us guys, we act strong when really we are just petrified senseless, maybe he even didn’t realize how deep things would get so fast, it happens you know?”

“I guess, still, why did he have to say those things? I mean am I being a sap for believing what he said before or not believing him now?”

“Son I wish I knew, I don’t, only you and he know that answer”

“But how do I find out?”

“I guess you’ll have to ask him, won’t you?”

“I can see that now, I just don’t know… what if he doesn’t want to talk to me? What do I do then?”

“I think for starters Noah that maybe I should pick you up after school…”

The sudden change in his father’s voice startled him a bit. It was like his dad suddenly knew something and didn’t quite know how to tell him. Noah felt like he had to talk to Dakota but how? It wasn’t going to be easy around school and somehow he didn’t think Dakota would let him go with him after school, so what was he going to do? His dad was right, he did need to talk it out but how?

“Huh? Oh I can walk home, it’s okay…”

“No, I mean that you should maybe leave it for today, then after school I’ll drive you over to his place and you two can talk in private, I don’t uh, well I don’t think this is the kind of thing you should talk about around here, you never know who might hear you two”

“I didn’t think of that… you’d do that?”

“Yes”

Everything was moving so fast in a strange way. One minute he had a boyfriend who he loved and a family that wanted him to be straight not gay and the next minute he didn’t have a boyfriend but a family that was accepting him for being gay. It was like he was on a roller coaster or something and all he was getting out of it was a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Noah felt confused by the sudden switch in his father, and yet he could tell that he meant it. He really did seem like he cared for how it all turned out between him and Dakota. It just didn’t seem to make sense to his mind but in his heart there was sort of weird warmth, like all this was how it was supposed to be.

“Why? I mean, the other night you didn’t even want me to see him anymore, I don’t get this turn around, it is just… I mean I like it this way compared to uh the other night, but…”

“I know, it confuses me too, I guess what it comes down to Noah is that you are my son, how can I not be here for you?”

“Do you think his dad had anything to do with this?”

“No, I didn’t get the impression but it is possible. I think if I can, I’ll try to talk to him too, maybe he and I can get to the bottom of all this”

“I don’t know what to say… I mean all the things I said to you the other night… I just… I mean now you…”

“Noah, you were angry, so was I, we both said things in the heat of the moment, bottom line is you made more sense than I did, so, well, let’s just chalk that one up to a learning experience for us both, okay?”

“Okay”

Nate could see the wheels turning inside his son’s head. The way his eyebrows arched upwards when he was thinking hard about something or the way his jaw would get a certain set to it. All of that he could see now and at the same time he felt a sense of pride in the boy. His own dad used to tell him how he would look at him at times and see a carbon copy of him at that age, but that was wrong. Noah may have some of his traits but he was all original. There was no copying there and it made him proud. It was like in seeing the determination in his son he could see that somehow he and his wife had done okay in raising him. They had instilled something that had value beyond the basics, but it still worried him.

Maybe the hardest part of the whole weekend hadn’t been finding out that his only son was gay or that his son’s love interest suddenly wanted nothing to do with him. The hardest part was finding out that in this most important part of his son’s life, he hadn’t felt safe enough to come to them. That had been the part that had hurt the most and also was what perhaps made him see Noah for who he really was.

“Look, I know this is confusing to you, but, well the thing is son, I don’t have a clue about this gay stuff but I know one thing, I never want to give you the idea that you can’t talk to me, if anything the other night has shown me and your mother that maybe we took that for granted, we won’t again, I promise you that. I can’t promise we’ll understand, but we will try and no matter what, at least we will listen, okay?”

“Okay… uh… dad?”

“Yes?”

Noah stared at his dad and he could feel the love there. He had felt bad about not telling them about how he was feeling before and maybe if he had, things wouldn’t have gotten so out of hand on the weekend but he never really knew how he stood with them. Sure they always told him how much they loved him but how do you know when that is true or not? Christ how many parents told their kids that and then when the kid did trust them to say something, the kid was tossed out on the street? How could he have known?

All he knew now for certain was that what he had always hoped he had with them, he knew he did now. They had yelled and screamed but then most parents usually do until they calm down. The lucky guys like him then get a chance, the unlucky one’s he guessed found other ways to survive. He wondered for a moment how Dakota’s folks had handled finding out about him and his brother but the fact that Dakota was still living there gave him his answer at last. Suddenly he just didn’t feel so hopeless; at least he knew he had a home to go to, no matter what.

“Thanks, uh, I get out at 3…”

“I’ll be here”

“But work, I mean you are going to be late as it is and…”

“I took the day off”

“Huh? Why?”

“I think because, well, I think it is more important that I be around today, is all, just in case”

“Thanks”

He watched his father pulling away from the curb and smiled a little. Even at 16 it felt kind of nice to know that your dad was still there if you needed him, which he hated to admit but he did he need him. As the car left his sight he began to feel alone and frightened for no reason. Each time someone would walk by him he would start to shiver a little, wondering if they knew his terrible secret or if they would guess it.

It was not really new to him, to feel this skittish and yet in some ways it was. Every person he passed would cause him to lower his head as if studying the floor and yet he kept stealing glances at them. His paranoia was eating at him as he struggled with the emotions that were boiling inside. He still didn’t believe Dakota and yet he wasn’t here, so maybe he was telling the truth? Yet even as he tried to let that thought take hold his heart kept fighting it. In some ways he thought he knew the answer, thinking that Dakota was worried for him but he was smart enough to know it was more than that, but what? That is what ate at him as he walked down the hallway distracted.

The collision wasn’t much, just a bump really and he looked up already saying sorry when he saw the red eyes and angry glare that came from them. Shit, just what he needed as he stared into Hector’s angry face. How could things get any worse he wondered as he mumbled his apology and tried to slink off but was roughly grabbed by the shoulders and turned around.

“Hey jerk you don’t get off that easy”

“I said I was sorry”

“Sorry don’t cut it shit face”

He had seen how others were stopping, many of them pointing at him and no one seemed upset by how Hector was talking to him. In some ways it was like they only wanted to see a show and in other ways it was that they were just glad it wasn’t them being picked on. No one moved in to help, which surprised him a little as he stood there, feeling helpless and very much alone. Inside he wished that Dakota was here and then it struck him, if this was how it was now what would it be like if they ever did find out about him and Dakota? He became even more scared as he tried to back away, to diffuse the situation.

“Look Hector, not today okay?”

“Oh? Listen to you, what’s the matter little boy, mommy forget to give her little baby a good bye kiss this morning?”

“Just leave me alone, okay? I said I was sorry, what more do you want?”

“Want? Nothing baby boy, not from some mama’s boy like you”

Hector laughed and reached out to muss Noah’s hair. Noah flinched and pulled back and as he did he tripped a little, his hands letting go of the notebook in his hands and it fell to the floor scattering the papers all over, some of which landed by Hector’s feet. His eyes were brimming with tears as he wondered why some people had to pick on others to make themselves feel good. Hector was a jerk but everyone around was laughing and snickering, just like Dakota said it would be. He felt the pain of knowing that he wasn’t very brave, that he really didn’t want to fight and yet he knew it was coming to that.

“Oh the little baby dropped his book, what a shame, here let me help you pick it up”

“It’s okay, I can do it”

“Oh come on, I don’t want to make you go running home to mommy cause I wasn’t a gentleman, now how would that look? Hmmm?”

“I said it’s okay”

“What’s the matter baby boy? Something you don’t want to share with your friends, we are your friends aren’t we?”

“Yeah sure, whatever”

“Now is that nice? I ask you, I think baby boy is lacking in manners, didn’t your mommy teach you manners?”

“Lay off Hector, you have had your fun”

“Fun? Are you saying I made you drop all those papers? How rude, and here I am simply trying to be a good conservationist, keeping my school clean and tidy”

Hector bent down and picked up a handful of papers and stared at Noah, seeing the fear in his eyes, which only made him grin more. He was about to crumple the papers up in a ball to throw into the wastebasket when something caught his eye and he stared at the writing on the paper. His eyes narrowed as he read the first few lines and then glared at Noah. His nostrils flared as he reached out suddenly and pushed Noah backwards, sending him into a group of other students.

“Well well, no wonder baby boy didn’t want any help. Hey everyone listen to this, it is to someone baby boy must think is pretty special, oh listen to this…

I don’t know what I did wrong that got you mad at me, I am sorry if I wasn’t good enough or if I should have let you be the one on top, all I know is that it felt so right when you pushed into me..

Christ we got us a real sick faggot here. Hey Noah, or is that Nora maybe? You get laid by some dude huh? Man you faggots make me sick… doesn’t it piss the rest of you off? Having one of them here?”

He stood there in total fear as he heard his words being spoken aloud. It was a note he had tried writing to Dakota and he felt the pain in his heart as he heard the pathetic sounding words. Panic ripped at him as he tried to remember if he used Dakota’s name or not and all he could think about was to get the paper and run. He tried to snatch it out of Hector’s hand but was pushed back by the stronger boy. His heart was thundering as he found his voice.

“That’s private… leave it alone”

“No way, it was all over the floor faggot… tough shit, let’s see what else it says, maybe we’ll find out who this other faggot is or you gonna save me the trouble? Huh? How about it, you gonna tell me or maybe you need some manly persuasion?”

All he could think about was how Dakota had warned him and here it was, not even an hour into being at school and he had already slipped up. God if Dakota had been here it would have been worse and he thanked his stars that at least he had somehow managed to keep Dakota out of it. He reached once more for the paper, but was thwarted as Hector glared at him, tiny drops of spit starting to show around Hector’s lips.

“Fuck off Hector, leave me alone, I don’t…”

He didn’t see it coming but he felt it the instant that Hector’s fist connected with his face. The pain was blinding as was the strange lights that seemed to suddenly spring up in front of him. He could hear a strange animal howl echo in his ears as he staggered backwards, unsure exactly what had happened. He could feel the pain travelling up and down his spine as he hit the back of a locker, the lock digging hard into his back.

Noah’s hands were at his side when the second punch landed square into the middle of his stomach. He felt the air leave his lungs and his body lurch forward. There was something oozing from the side of his face but all he could think about was how much he hurt. The pain was intense inside and he could hear himself coughing as the third blow landed. He only saw a blur as he saw something big and pink come from what seemed like the ground. His eyes bulged out as he saw it coming towards him and he started to try and turn away and lift his face at the same time but the pain in his belly held him in check.

The blow landed off centre and he could feel his head snap to one side, following the force of the blow up and to the left. His head snapped back and struck the hard metal of a locker and he felt the double blow of pain reaching for him. His heart was racing with panic as he felt himself slumping to the floor. His legs had given in to the pain and he couldn’t even feel them as he slowly slid down the rough metal door to rest finally on the cold floor. His eyes were open but blank as the pain seemed to be everywhere inside of him. His head was throbbing from a thousand places it seemed and he could feel the tears falling down his cheek.

“Not so mouthy now are you faggot?”

He thought he heard the words but his mouth was too swollen for him to say anything as he stared up at the towering boy who now stood over him. He felt the pain inside growing as he tried to back away but there was no where for him to go. All he could see was the angry face peering down at him and he wished he had never come to school today, wished that he had never been born as he stared open mouthed at Hector. Off to one side he saw a familiar face and suddenly he thought that it would all be over now, that at least he would stop it. His head turned to stare fully at the other person who now moved in and stared at Hector then at him lying on the floor.

“Fuck Hector, you losing it?”

“No, shit read this Rusty, I was right all along, he’s a fucking faggot man”

“Come on, just cause he wore a dress…”

“Shit, read for yourself, it’s his, go on… read it dude then tell me I am losing it”

Rusty took the paper from Hector’s hand and looked down at Noah. There was something pathetic really about Hector and yet as he read the page his own blood grew hot. Christ was this for real? He stared at the words on the paper and then at Noah lying on the floor.

“Fuck, you really write this Noah?”

He didn’t know what to say. The look on Rusty’s face was cold looking and blank too. It scared him and even if he wanted to say something, the pain in his jaw and cheek wouldn’t let him. He just nodded even though that too caused him fresh jolts of pain that made him shake.

“Christ… man you are sick, all this time I been sticking up for you, man you are one fucked up idiot Noah… who is this guy? It isn’t that fruit you been hanging out with is it, that Marvin jerk?”

The look on Rusty’s face didn’t register with him. All he could think about was not letting them know it was Dakota. He could see that Hector would try something and no matter how much it hurt, he couldn’t let them know. He clenched his teeth feeling the taste of blood now as he struggled to be heard.

Somehow he found the strength to pull himself up so he leaned a little against the bottom of the locker. His body was shaking as he tried to speak and finally in a hoarse whisper was able to talk, desperate now to make Rusty understand and to make sure no one suspected it was Dakota. He couldn’t let that happen, no matter what as the pain raced up and down his shuddering body.

“No… no it isn’t… it isn’t anyone from here… Rusty please, I think my… please…”

Noah had reached out, his hand reaching out for Rusty’s leg. He tried to tug at the cuff but instead of getting help, he saw the foot pull back. The disappointment was only beginning to register when his eye noticed the foot returning, but it was coming back at him with a force. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing as he saw it come striking out at him and catch him square in the chest. He felt the runner strike him hard to one side of his chest, sending him reeling backwards to bang once more into the bottom of the metal locker. His head snapped back again, hitting the metal again as did his back.

“Don’t’ fucking touch me you dirt bag, Christ… I stood up for you, man what an idiot I was. Fucking faggot!”

His foot reared back once more and then he sent it forward again, this time catching the slumping Noah in the side. Everyone standing around heard the sudden whoosh of air escape Noah’s lips and the sound of a dull crump noise as Rusty’s foot made contact with the soft flesh of Noah’s side. Some where looking away while other’s had a strange glint in their eyes, enjoying the spectacle of one of their own being beaten up.

“I told you dude, didn’t I tell you?”

“Yeah Hector you did, shit, sorry man I should have known…”

“Well least we know now, hey momma’s boy, you getting my message?”

Noah stared at the two boys and all those who were standing around watching. He knew most of them and couldn’t believe the expressions on most of their faces. It was just like Dakota had said it would be like except for one thing. At least Dakota wasn’t here to see it; he doubted if he could handle seeing Dakota standing with all those others.

“I think he’s got the message loud and clear Hector”

“I don’t know, I think he might need a bit more education on that, perhaps…”

Rusty stared down at the battered boy and shook his head at Hector and reached out, wiping the tip of his sneaker on Noah’s leg, cleaning it of the blood that had spilt on it. He had to admit that it was pretty stupid of Noah to carry something like that paper on him but then fags weren’t exactly bright. After all, choosing to do guys when everyone knew it was just plain wrong wasn’t exactly something a smart person would do. He crumpled up the paper and tossed it into Noah’s lap, taking Hector by the shoulder in a brotherly way.

“Cool it man, you made your point, besides, a teacher could come by anytime, I think its time to let your lesson sink in a bit”

“Yeah I suppose… fuck you are lucky baby boy, if this was outside… you say anything, I mean anything and this will just be a sample of what I’ll do to you, you got that baby boy?”

Noah couldn’t speak but he nodded up at the two boys. He could see the delight his agony seemed to give Hector, which he had expected. What he hadn’t expected was to see some of that same delight in Rusty’s face. He had thought Rusty was a friend, was someone who would understand if he ever did find out. Dakota had been right about that too it seemed. He wasn’t sure which hurt more, the pain from Hector’s blows or the kicks from Rusty? Maybe it was the pain he felt from seeing all of his so-called classmates standing around watching, none of them even daring to move and help him. God, no wonder Dakota had backed off, he had known how it would be.

He saw Rusty take Hector by the shoulder and head off down the hallways. He could see the way Hector was gesturing that he was showing Rusty how he had hit him that first blow and as he watched, he saw how others simply moved on, the show over for the moment. Noah laid there watching them all walk away, no one stopping to even glance down at him or to even see if he was alive. He couldn’t believe it really and the pain was growing as he tried to just breath. His legs were numb and he felt a hot burning sensation each time he took a breath.

Suddenly he saw two feet in front of him and he managed to look up. There was some guy he barely knew standing there looking down at him and he tried to talk, but the pain only made him moan.

“Move it faggot, you are blocking my locker”

He didn’t know what to do, the guy was glaring at him and he felt like he was once more going to get hit. Tears were rolling down his face as he tried to push himself aside from the locker when a pair of hands reached out and pulled him away from the new threat. He felt the pain lancing up his shoulder and down his back as the person pulled him a few feet Finally he let go of him and he turned his head to see who had come to his aid but the tears seemed to be too much for him. He could barely see and yet he tried to focus.

“Christ Noah, you okay? SHit that is a stupid question, uh, look, don’t… fuck, just uh hang on, I’ll go get a teacher, man you are bleeding something fierce, hang on Noah, okay?”

He recognized the voice and just nodded, feeling a little bit better at the sound of a friendly voice. He could hear himself wheezing and yet he couldn’t find the strength to talk as he saw Marvin running down the hallway towards the office. At least he had be spared this and he slumped over, the pain making him lose conscientiousness.

Monday – 12:50 p.m.

Marvin stared out at the crowded assembly and felt sick to his stomach. He had seen the way they had carried his friend out this morning to the nurse’s room and then later the ambulance that had come to take him. God what a crazy fucked up world he had thought and yet at the same time he secretly felt relieved that it hadn’t been him. Strange how he had felt such hatred and anger when he had found Noah about to be kicked again and yet how glad he also felt that he hadn’t been there.

Even now he wondered how it all would have gone down if he had been there. Would Hector have dragged him into it too or would he just do his usual pushing and taunting? Somehow he felt he’d be in the next stretcher if he had been there but then he felt guilty for not being there. Noah needed him and he hadn’t been around but then if he had, would he have helped? It bugged him even now wondering that as he watched how everyone acted so normal, like nothing had happened this morning.