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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 12, 2018 17:15:37 GMT 10
Jaxon was closeted and he got extremely lustful when Eric was around. It made him terrified and he hated the fact that the man was touching him like this so publicly. He hated it even more when he pulled his hair, causing him to blush and pant slightly. He managed to meet his eyes, trying to jerk his hand from his hold he whimpered as the man shoved his jumper up. He looked down at the scars lining his arm a few jagged ones running up his forearm rather than across it, and the bandage covering the lower of his wrist. "Fuck off Eric!" He snarled, making Eliot swivel in shock. Jaxon shoved at Eric's chest, pulling himself back at the same time. He pulled the jumper sleeves back down and scrambled down from the bleachers, hearing the teacher snarl at him to come back. He flipped him off and pulled his hood up, disappearing out of the gym. The halls were empty and he found his locker quickly, scrambling to get the stupid, finicky, shitty broken lock to open.
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Post by Harrison on Nov 12, 2018 17:39:19 GMT 10
Nobody quiet knew if I was confirmed gay since I was seen to be happy to touch people of all genders. It used to be common for a girl to me curled up on my lap, mostly because I was too high to care. But one thing I was sure of was that I only got hard with guys. “Somebody’s a sook,” I chuckled as Jaxon ran away, partially tempted to let him go. I got to my feet, a snug half smile on my lips with the plan to taught the rabbit that was running away. “Wanna fuck later?” I asked Eliot, about to walk after Jax. I didn’t hush my voice or even avert my eyes, meeting his cute eyes directly.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 12, 2018 17:43:06 GMT 10
Eliot found a grind come over his lips as he ducked his head for a moment and let out a half laugh, "Ahh..." he lifted his head and grinned at him easily, "I'm not really the fuck and go kind of guy. " He shrugged, "Maybe ask me if I want to go eat somewhere and then we can talk."
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Post by Harrison on Nov 12, 2018 18:00:26 GMT 10
Oh he was adorable, I could just eat him up. “I’m an ex heroine addict, relationships are tricky, maybe though,” I shrugged, winking at him, “see yah later handsome. Remember, my table at lunch.” I gave a weak wave before walking out, ignoring Coach Lewis entirely as he ranted about how I needed to attend if I was going to pass high school and get back on the team. I too gave him the bird, raising it high as I walked into the hallway
“There yah are, that was rather rude what yah did back there,” I scolded passively, finding Jaxon at the crap stand of senior lockers, “I think I deserve an apology, or at least eye contact?” I ran my tongue over my teeth, an animalistic action I had picked up by habit to scare. My hooded eyes looked him over again, lips pulling into a frown when I noticed the top big jumper.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 12, 2018 21:05:01 GMT 10
Jaxon could feel his eyes on him, even before he stopped beside him. He hit his locker rather weakly and swallowed his frustration. It finally opened and he hid himself behind the door, glancing up in his peripherals to see Eric run his tongue over his teeth. He shuddered in fear and pressed in to his locker further, refusing to talk again or meet his eyes. He grabbed his bag, pulling it over his shoulder before closing the locker and attempting to leave Eric without a word. He was scary and the one thing threatening his closeted life. He didn't want to be seen as the stupid, disgusting, gay twink who could be used by anyone, anytime because he liked it up the ass. The 'people', the low lives, here thought that way... And he didn't want to be in the firing line.
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Post by Harrison on Nov 12, 2018 21:26:34 GMT 10
I counted that as trying something. My hand grabbed his shoulder and flung him back against a locker, pressing my forearm against his throat. “Apologise you suicidal shithead,” I snapped, pressing harder for a moment to prove that I meant it. Jaxon had caught my attention with his behaviour, like a moth to a bug zapper I followed. Especially the scars. How many times had he failed? How many times did he not mean to try? It was these questions I wanted to ask but instead demanded an apology for the third time now, or I least I had the intention to. His sad sack of shit for a face prompted a question that fell right out of my mouth, “if yah wanna die so much then why do yo bother with this place?” My voice was still a gravel road, one left turn away from a snarl and an out of order dictionary of curses.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 12, 2018 21:32:55 GMT 10
Jaxon gasped as his knees gave out, hands weakly holding Eric's forearm. He finally talked, but it wasn't an apology, "Stop touching me, you piece of shit gay bitch." He hissed, his knee coming up to get him between the legs as he shoved him back. It took a lot of strength to do both things and he felt the world start spinning, and he managed to hiss, "Home's worse." He tried to walk away and stumbled as he couldn't see past the dots in his vision. He collapsed and pain exploded in his head as he hit the ground with a loud crack.
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Post by Harrison on Nov 12, 2018 21:54:18 GMT 10
I was a self entitled ass but I wasn’t that much of an ass. Swiftly, I scooped him up in my arm, in partial shock at how light he was, and walked him to the school nurse. Of whom was a lovely Latina woman who scolded all the men when the walked in with cuts and bruises from fights. “Hon-eee,” She cooed softly as I plopped Jaxon on the nurse bed. Mrs. K fluffed around, putting an ice pack under his head, unable to do much else but call for his parents. She went to find his file on the computer, “don’t,” was all I said to make her stop. “Uh, I will be back,” I excused myself, giving the older woman and sweet smile before walking out. I returned a few minutes later with what I had packed for lunch with the plan to give him a sandwich while I ate the other. “Ric, I have a buyer now that your back, if your selling of course,” Mrs. K greeted, her smile gentle. Did I mention I used to sell to teachers? I shook my head at her, “still setting back up.”
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 12, 2018 22:00:51 GMT 10
Jaxon came to, staring up at the ceiling of the nurse's office. He groaned softly at the wet stain from the leak in the shitty roof. He rolled away from Eric since he could see him in his peripherals. He curled up, his head pounding and his mouth dry. "Just fuck off..." He whimpered, feeling like he wanted to cry.
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Post by Harrison on Nov 12, 2018 22:18:40 GMT 10
I dropped my ham and salad sandwhich on him, shrugging as I turned to leave, “sit with me at lunch and no one will touch you again,” I said over my shoulder, a promise engraved in the air. I was building my battalion, one broken teen at a time.
The rest of sport was uneventful to say the least, one guy got a little too handy in soccer so I may of punched him, another chose to speak badly of my mother and let’s just agree that he might have problems reproducing later on. I grinned at Rhys when he joined me in the locker room, “Oh man you can punch, like damn son, do you work out or something?!” My lips curved into my trademark grin, “yeah,” I said before stripping down and heading to the showers. The showers were rape and molestation in one sitting, teens forced to shower openly around each other because the school didn’t be want to fork out more for the stalls. There was two stalls in total, both used to the shit house for exactly what you would expect. Not that I minded the showers really. Gave me a chance to discover that Rhys had a nice ass and the guy that talked to Eliot was scrawny from his marathon running.
“I heard Eric Harrison is back in school.” “No way, I heard he got put in prison for life do murdering his Dad.” Willa looked at the asshats she had dubbed at friends, blinking at their stupidity for being unable to tell what was gossip and what was real. “He went to Juvy for possession, what else would he go away for??” She hissed at them, face scrunched up cutely in a bewildered kind of way. “I don’t know. Reckon he would go to tomorrow’s party if I invited him?” “No.”
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 12, 2018 22:24:29 GMT 10
Jaxon had intended to go home, so he chucked the sandwich away and by lunch time, was ambling down to find Eric's table. Better to hang out there than be at home. He sat himself down at lunch and saw Eliot smile at him, "hey mate, are you okay?" Jaxon stared at him before turning away. Eliot screwed his nose up but understood since he gathered Jaxon was pretty fucked up.
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Post by Harrison on Nov 12, 2018 22:38:11 GMT 10
A king on his throne. Alternatively, a drug dealer returning to the addicts and junkies. I dropped into a seat of and empty table, did animated stick figure with daddy issues count as filling a seat? And unofficially claimed it for the rest of the year. Rhys was quick to follow suit, leaving a few seats between me and himself so he could spread his maths books out. “Like the sandwhich Jax?” I asked as I unwrapped my own, smiling at the sight of my ma’s home made bread. She never liked how the supermarkets made it.
Damien found Eliot almost by accident, bumping into his back as he tried to move around people. “Hey? Eliot right? You got lunch yet? Quick suggestion, buy lunch anywhere else but here. Overpriced and no quality.” He beamed at him, genuinely glad to have found him again.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 15, 2018 16:38:09 GMT 10
Jaxon nodded and didn't verbally reply, sitting with his hands in his lap. He didn't want to be around these people, or any people, but walking around alone outside of school was a generally bad idea. Well, same with inside school, especially during class time but he had been pretty worked up.
Eliot looked up at Damien and grinned, "Hey man... Yeah I just don't bother eating unless I'm at home. I don't have the money for lunches." He shuffled over on the seat, "Want to sit?"
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Post by Harrison on Nov 15, 2018 18:58:20 GMT 10
Damien blinked at him in partial shock, “Bro, you got like a lot of growing to do, no offence, and your body needs food... But, like, your choice or whatever.” He shrugged, “stand me with me on line anyway? I know, hypocritcal, but I’m half starved, coach had me run ten miles.” Damon lightly dragged Eliot with him, grip loose enough for Eliot to ditch if he didn’t want to.
I let the conversation fall to Rhys, whom was filling me in on the best movies from the past few months, swooning over the Avengers cast and then proceeding to give the entire plot of Antwan and the Wasp, all in a soft voice so he didn’t get on Jaxon’s nerves. Meanwhile, I was plotting how to start my business again, what I needed, who I needed, where to sell. All the planning to help ma out of debt. “Jax, come here for a sec,” I waved my finger as the universal gesture for him to move to me, “got a question for yah.” My usual sly grin slid across my lip and my chin tilted up, everything about my stance was relaxed, hopefully putting the chicken shit guy at ease.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 17, 2018 2:43:02 GMT 10
Jaxon found himself following Eric's order without thought. He blinked and he seemed to suddenly be by his side. He looked at his neck since he didn't like meeting people's eyes and as he shifted his weight on his feet, he stood by Eric silently, waiting for his question. He had a really bad feeling about that grin.
Eliot grinned and followed, "Yeah, I'm coming." He said it as he allowed himself to be pulled. He stood beside him as he heard, 'Yeah I dunno, my family is pretty poor but we have a dry cleaning business so I think I'll just run that when I'm older' from a student in line before another said, 'I'm hoping to get a college scholarship in music, but I doubt an arts scholarship or degree will get me out of this dump', he turned to hear a kid sigh, 'I'm just aiming to come out without my parents throwing me out. Just tryna live to graduation'. He frowned in thought, people really go through that? He turned to Damien, reaching for his sleeve as he said, "What are you going to do after school?"
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