- Join the club. Until recently, I was as close as you could get to a virgin. Now, I'm being inundated with opportunities for female companionship. I don't want to fuck things up with everyone. Please understand that all of this is new to me, and I don't want to hurt you or anyone.
- Shit you really are a good guy and I think you just made me want to be with you even more look I need to get off the phone and think and also focus on the road so I don't kill myself before I even get there
- Ok, drive safe, and I'll see you later. By the way, I don't have a car, so it'll take me a little while to get to your hotel after school. I'll need the address.
- I can pick you up just send me the address of your school and ill be by later to get you so we can head back to my room
- Deal.
Les had no sooner sent the address to Violet than an ear-splitting whoop sounded next to his head. "Holy shit, y'all. The 'Lester' got himself a date for later. Poor sap needs his date to pick him up since he ain't got a car."
Having dreaded something like this, Les turned slowly in his seat to stare directly into Jimmy Han's smirking face. At six foot three, the lanky son of Chinese Americans was the point leader for the school's basketball team behind Amir. Knowing that another confrontation would lead to an expulsion this time, the furious teen stared silently into Han's eyes until the bigger guy blanched and started shrinking back before turning back to face the front of the bus. Thankfully, he was spared any further humiliation as the bus pulled up to the front of the school. far from relieved, Les knew that the rest of the day would be just as bad. And he was right.
His first two classes went relatively calmly. However, he had to go to his locker after that where he discovered Amir and his buddies on the perimeter of Mandy's usual court routine. Shaking his head in frustration, Les made his way through the crowd to his locker where he found Han smirking at him as he leaned against the angry teen's door. Counting to five mentally while breathing deeply, he calmed himself and politely asked Han to move. The athlete grinned before ignoring him to return his attention to Mandy's natterings. Les could feel everyone's attention on him waiting to see what he'd do.
Suddenly, a petty idea came to mind making Les grin maliciously. Pulling his phone out, the young dom turned and leaned against the bank of lockers as well. However, he didn't just invade Han's personal space, he dominated it. Mostly it was his backpack that was in contact with the taller boy, but he was still pressed uncomfortably close to the athlete. Les ignored him and updated some information into his calendar and notes for classes. He could feel Han shifting in annoyance which only caused Les to press his backpack and shoulder more firmly into the jerk jock.
Les knew full well that he wasn't the only one on the principal's shit list. Recently, Jimmy had been busted with rolling papers and seeds in his locker during a random search. Only his well known family's connections and his value to the school's team had kept him from getting more that a three day suspension. If he were involved in a fight or seen as bullying a classmate, he'd be in deep shit even his family couldn't iron over. Making a disgusted noise, the athlete jerked himself away from the lockers and stormed away. Having anticipated such a move, Les braced himself so that he didn't fall over.
He deftly put his phone away and opened his locker to quickly exchange his books as the bell rang. He felt no victory at the incident since his next class was all the way on the other end of the school meaning he would need to hustle to make it in time. Les also did not want to be busted for running in the halls. As he rushed by the crowd, he caught a glimpse of Mandy and Amir watching him. The self-appointed queen of the school stared at him in shock with what appeared to be an undercurrent of awe, while the star athlete held a similar gaze at Les. However, the rushed teen had no time to ponder any of this as he hustled his ass to class.
Lunch wasn't much better in the frame of things. Though he sat with his friends as per usual, there seemed to be a gulf between him and them that hadn't been there before. He couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was, but he and his friends seemed to have a hard time finding that easy rhythm all longtime friends had with conversation and comfort in one another's presence. It made for a very awkward meal as everyone tried to make things seem easy which invariably made things worse.
By his final period, which was PhysEd, Les was like a caged big cat ready to rip something or someone apart if he didn't get out soon. Though he was a lifelong geek, the young man had always been decent at athletics. He just never took to it the way Han and Amir had. As such, he was usually in the mid-range when it came to the mandatory competitions that the coach always inflicted upon his students. Normally, this allowed Les to just blend into the crowd and idle through the class so he could eagerly get out once the final bell rang.
Today, however, seemed to be conspiring against him. Les' absence during his suspension had put him on the coach's radar which led him to pull him into a mandatory game of pick up on the gym's basketball court. To make matters even more frustrating, he was teamed with Amir and Han against another of the school's players, named Rus, and two of Les' friends. Five minutes into the match both Rus and the coach were practically screaming at the pair of hapless teens. An aggravating day coupled with this event was pushing the furious man to a boil. Han's smirk at the goings on made his mood even worse. The only thing that minorly defused his ire was Amir's look of disgust.
The athlete wasn't aiming his look at Les' friends. His disgust was purely for Rus and Coach Ramsey. When Amir turned to look into his temporary teammate's eyes, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that passed between the two. What followed next was a spectacle the likes of which would live on in story for years to come at the school.
When athlete and coach finished their berating, the game recommenced but with a new dynamic. Anytime Les' friends had the ball, he and Amir suddenly became totally inept at guarding them leaving the geeks a completely open lane toward the goal. Even though they missed their shots the majority of the time, the opportunities gave them a boost in confidence that saw them playing better. Whenever Han would try to block or guard the pair, their unexpected allies always seemed to be there in the way accidentally foiling his attempts. By the halfway point of the match, Les' friends had put a combined twenty-two points on the board.
The same could not be said for Rus. Whenever he possessed the ball, Les and Amir were merciless. The tactic that seemed to work best every time would be when Amir would guard Rus. As the top player of the team, the large teen was fast and skilled which gave the other athlete absolutely nowhere to work his way loose. The arrogance of the player also made the prospect of passing to Les' friends an impossibility. Thus, as all of Rus' attention would be focused on the implacable star player, Les would be there to snatch or bat the ball out of the angry athlete's clutches. This led to Les putting up twenty points by himself.
However, it was even worse when Rus would try to guard Amir when he had the ball. The large athlete seemed to take great pleasure in taunting his teammate by allowing him to get close before streaking away from him. Worse still was when Rus would be at the goal and Amir would purposefully dunk on him.
By the time the coach blew the whistle signaling the end of the match, Rus was a panting sweaty mess with murder in his eyes. Les' friends beat a hasty retreat towards the locker room to change and leave. This left him with only Les and Amir to glare at. The furious teen knew better than to challenge the captain of his team, which only left Les to take his anger. What he saw in the other man's eyes made him stop dead in his tracks, though. The defiant teen glared right back at him as if daring him to say anything. Thinking better of it, he shook his head and made his own way to the locker room.
Since Han had already parted in disgust at the events, Les turned toward Amir. Both young men stared at each other long and hard before the athlete growled, "Save it. I didn't do it for you or them. Rus is a racist piece of shit that I've heard calling Muslims all kinds of shit. He deserved what he got. Coach won't let me do anything to him and getting kicked off the team ain't worth beating his ass, so I get payback where I can. This changes nothing between us."
Les' next words froze Amir as he turned and walked away. "And what is between us? I've never done shit to you, but you give me crap all the time. I don't get it."
"Forget it, ok! it's not worth it."
Les just shook his head and stalked after the other man to the locker room. Once there, he quickly stripped and took a short shower to wash all the sweat and grime off of him. Halfway through the rinsing, he realized that school was almost over and that Violet would be by soon to meet him. When he hustled back to his locker, however, a sorry surprise was waiting for him. The door was wide open with the only thing inside being his backpack with his supplies in it. His clothes were nowhere to be found. The snickering he heard at the end of the bank of lockers had his blood boiling.
There stood Han, Rus, and several of the basketball team's members. Once they saw him notice them, they descended into a cackling fit. Snatching his backpack and slamming the door shut to his locker, Les noticed that they had thankfully overlooked his sneakers. Slipping them on, he stormed toward the group wearing nothing but a towel, sneakers, and his backpack. The pack parted like the red sea to allow him through but only to a certain degree. They seemed to herd him toward the rear entrance of the gym, and what he found when he got through the door made him want to hit someone.
The rear entrance lead directly to the student parking lot which also displayed the main flag pole for the school. as the bell rang and students lucky enough to have a vehicle poured out to the lot, Les could only fume as he stared up at his shirt, jeans, and boxer-briefs flapping in the breeze on the pole about fifteen feet up. When his classmates saw the spectacle of him glaring up at his clothes while wearing a towel, the laughter was deafening. He felt more than saw dozens of phones coming out to record his humiliation.
