*****Everyone in this story is fictional and over the age of 18*****
Chapter 5: Detention
The lunch lady winked at me as she poured another scoop of corn onto my tray. She knew I loved corn. Her name was Linda a lovely lady in her 50s. I thanked her and went down the row to the cashier where I paid for my food. I sat at an empty table with my food. My friends, James and Franks whom I normally sat with were on a field trip, which was the reason why I was alone at lunch.
I was almost done eating my lunch. All I had left was a cherry tomato which had turned into a soccer ball in my mind. I played with it with my fork moving it from one side of the tray to the other. I couldn't wait to play soccer in college. I was a senior in high school and one of the very few who had turned 18 while still in school. The soccer season was over which is why I was playing soccer with my cherry tomato.
My cherry tomato soccer game to an end when I heard a commotion. I turned around towards the source of the noise and noticed it was Cillian and his group of friends playing around. They were a few feet away from me. Cillian was the quarterback for the school's football team. He also happened to be my crush. But I never acted on it due to him being straight.
Cillian was also 18 years old. He was tall and thin but had a muscular body. He had short brown hair with emerald-colored eyes. His skin was tan and he had an infectious smile. Despite other high school quarterbacks, Cillian wasn't a bully. He was a very friendly guy and he even spoke to me. I guess it was because we were both on sports teams so he didn't see me as the nerd that I truly was. 'The athletic nerd," is what my friend Frank would call me.
Cillian was surrounded by his friends, Nathaniel, Ricardo, and Elliot. From that trio of friends, only Ricardo I found attractive. The other two looked stupid. Ricardo was Puerto Rican and looked like a young Daddy Yankee. But I knew I never had a chance with him. The man was straight and had a girlfriend. I would have to cast a gay spell in order to even have a chance of having sex with him. Unfortunately, magic wasn't real. It was the same with Cillian, to be honest. The man was straight.
I ignored them and pressed my fork into the cherry tomato piercing the skin, and lifted it towards my mouth. It was about to enter my mouth when I heard yelling. Once again I turned to see Cillian and his friends get more rowdy. This time, Cillian had Ricardo's head locked under his arms. Ricardo pleaded with him to release his head but Cillian refused. That's when Nathaniel went behind Cillian and pulled on the waistband of his underwear. My jaw dropped open as I was Cillian get a wedgie. What was truly shocking was the fact that Cillian had a pair of gray briefs.
Cillian let go of Ricardo and stepped back. The trio then began to laugh at him as he tucked his underwear back into his pants. Cillian's face turned red. He was so embarrassed that he shoved Ricardo to stop laughing, but the Puerto Rican continued to laugh. They were laughing so hard they couldn't speak. But it seemed they were trying to point out that Cillian had on briefs.
Cillian shoved Ricardo once again. This time Ricardo stopped laughing and carried a serious look on his face. Ricardo shoved Cillian back getting a little too close to me. I was about to say something but Cillian pushed Ricardo back. Which resulted in Ricardo retaliating and pushing him back harder. Cillian's body collided with mine and both of us fell to the floor. It happened so fast that I wasn't able to react in time.
The cherry tomato rolled past my head. I turned to Cillian who got up and put his hand out, I slapped it away. I was so annoyed that he had knocked me off my bench. I got to my feet and dusted my clothes. Once again Cillian came to me and asked if I was okay, but I was too furious to hear him clearly. I pushed him back and he quickly got upset and pushed me back. This time I fell towards the table causing my lower back to hide the side of the metal table. I grimaced in pain and that's when a teacher came between us.
"Hey! Stop this!" the teacher looked at both of us.
I quickly calmed down but not for too long as the teacher then said, "Both of you, detention!"
"What? But I didn't do anything," I pleaded with him.
The teacher shook his head and said, "You shoved him back, escalating the situation. The both of you have detention," he then turned to the trio of guys who were laughing, "You three also have detention!"
The school bell rang. I marched myself to the detention class. Rarely did I have detention. I still couldn't believe that I got it and it wasn't even my fault. I entered the classroom where I saw Ricardo, Nathaniel, and Elliot sitting in the back. The classroom was full. I handed the teacher my detention slip and he shook his head, "Sorry, I'm full. You're going to have to go to the other detention class."
I groaned, "The one in the basement?"
He nodded.
"That one is literally a freezer."
The teacher simply shrugged.
I stood at the top of the steps of the main building. The basement was right at the end of the steps. I hated that room. I climbed down the long flight of stairs and entered through the basement door. There was Coach Cai, he was the coach for the school's basketball team. On the desk was a barely opened pack of cigarettes and a newspaper. He turned to me as I handed him the detention slip. He said nothing and just nodded to the empty desks in the room. No one else was in the room besides him.
I sat in the third row, third chair furthest from the left of the room. I placed my bag on the table and sighed. A few minutes later, Cillian appeared. I quickly turned away. Although I had a crush on him I was so mad at him. It was because of him that I was down in the freezer.
Cillian walked down the middle aisle passed me and sat at a desk across from me on the row behind me. I didn't want to turn around to see him.
No one talked. The only noise came from the coach when he coughed. He flipped through the newspaper and then coughed again. I looked at the clock and saw I still had 40 minutes to go. It was cold. And I hated it.
Coach Cai lowered his newspaper and looked at both of us. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and rose from his chair. He then walked to the door and said, "Remain quiet...or don't. Fuck if I care," then coughed and walked up the stairs.
Not like I had any reason to talk. Especially to Cillian. Fucker got me in detention. I was so pissed at him. But the image of him getting wedgie stuck in my mind. I couldn't believe that he wore briefs. I wonder why he wore them. Did he have some fetish? Was he coerced by a girlfriend to wear them? Or did he just genuinely like them?
I felt a tap on my shoulder, I didn't know when it happened but Cillian had moved to the desk behind me. "Hey, I'm sorry for crashing into you."
At that moment all my anger towards him fled. I smiled, "Thanks, Cillian. I know you didn't mean to. I'm sorry for shoving you. And sorry for being mad at you."
"It's no problem, Mitch. I'll make it up to you somehow. I just got carried away at the moment."
"I don't blame you. You got wedgied by your friends and exposed your briefs."
His face flashed red, "You noticed the briefs, huh? It's a good thing I wasn't wearing one of my white pairs. The teasing would've been far worse because of the whitey tighties."
"Whitey-tighties," I corrected.
"Is that what they call it?" he laughed.
"Yeah. I have to ask though. It's not common for straight dudes like yourself to wear briefs. Why do you wear them?"
Cillian shrugged, "I've always liked wearing them. Boxers and boxer briefs ride up too much for my liking. My dad wears briefs too and calls them a man's underwear." He explained to me one day that they just get the job done, they give you the support and cover what's important. But you know nowadays, briefs are frowned upon and often a reason to bully someone. I do wear trunks though when I know I am going to have to change in the locker room."
"Well, I definitely agree with you on the part of the brief. As I wear them myself. But aside from comfort and support, I also find them very sexy on people. Especially, straight men like yourself."
Cillian grinned, "Is that so?"
I shook from the cold. Cillian noticed it and got up from his chair. He took off his letterman jacket and put it over my shoulders. Then he grabbed a chair and sat next to me. The gesture took me off guard. I wasn't expecting him to do such a nice thing to me.
"Thanks, Cillian. You didn't have to. What about you?"
He shrugged, "I work in a freeze at my dad's gas station, I'm used to the cold. Another reason to wear briefs, is they keep you warm down there."