Thrust Into His Arms Chapter 67

Locking Eyes With The Bully

"This is gold! Totally! Where did you get this?" He too recognizes but his excitent did not falter one bit.

"Hi Halloween costu. Never thought I would see you in the sa class." He says. Sorry about this morning. But I was speaking the truth." Before I could reply him Curry cuts angrily cuts in.

"Back off Maverick! Aren’t you ashad, bringing your faggot tendencies to a new student?"

"Back off too ugly freckles. I wasn’t speaking to you!" He retorts sharply.

"What did you say about my freckles?" I hate having to stay in between argunts or a fight.

But this was not middle school where I could sit in my favorite corner of the classroom and pretend that I don’t see two people going physical. Now I have switched roles with the other students who are filling out and ignoring the heated exchange. It was easy for to pretend as I wasn’t close to any of them. But this is highschool. Between two people that I can say I know.

One did a huge favor by leading to class. While the other made a an comnt about my outfit. But he seems like he would so much share in my love for BL romance novels. Mom and Dad see as wierd for it. And also the people that sit besides on the bus. I then resulted to wrapping it with so of Dad’s old newspaper. But this one was a new volu that I gotten three days ago. I had sowhat forgotten to wrap it up because of new school excitent.

"Listen, I don’t give a damn about you and I never will so run off to your lackey job." Curry looked like she could kill that instant. "Did you just a lackey?" She bellows. Just then we hear a ringing sound. "That must be your master calling. Go answer her like an obedient dog." Curry seems like she wants to refute that statent but could not find words to. She only points at him and tell him it is not over before she picks up her things and scurries out of the classroom. I watch her speechless until she leaves. She did not even say anything to . "Hi, I’m Maverick."

"What do you want Maverick?" I respond flatly. He holds up the novel. "This. Can I borrow it?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because we just t." I plainly state. "Oh. So you’re saying we would have to be friends before you can borrow it to ? That is great! I can be friends. I totally love girlfriends. We can play dress up and paint each other’s faces. That would be aweso bestie goals. I totally agree! Welco best friend!" He suddenly embraces . Everything had co on so fast before I could reply. His words and then the hug. Before I know it, we are both walking down then across halls trying to locate my locker. "Trouble." He mutters when we get there.

"Gweneth. This is trouble." He sounds serious.

I frown, "aning?"

"Your locker." He sharply whispers.

"It is almost at the sa spot with the top brats. Which ans you would cross parts often and most likely end up in trouble!" Then ca the signal that it is ti for the other class. He tells he would explain later. What he said stayed on my mind until the next three lessons before recess. I had two of those three lessons with him.

I attended the last one on my own without anyone familiar. And what he said about my dress turns out to be a little true. I hear a lot of whispered comnts about it.

We both t in the hallway when it was recess ti. He led to the school’s cafeteria that could pass for a five-star restaurant given the costly delicacies. I was even given a nu to choose from. I have not seen or heard more than half the dishes on the nu in my entire life. My heart first sank when I see it because I know I wouldn’t be able to have those kind of foods with my lunch money. But turns out it was free. I could not make a choice. So I turned to Maverick for a recomndation.

"I think you should try the crab cakes and chicken casserole. Its the best." He said. That is what he also got. "I thought you would pick out the exotic ones like saffron rissoto and pierogi."

"You can pick those if you want. But take it from who has been here a year before you that it tastes like sothing taken out of the trash. I cannot wrap my head around how the rest of them even enjoy it."

"Are you saying sothing?" The person serving the food suddenly asks like he heard what Maverick whispered to . "No. No. I wasn’t." He denies. "I would understand if anyone else were to comnt unfavorably on the chefs cooking. But not you faggot. Your tongue has been soiled by tasting things you shouldn’t. How would you possibly know the taste of good food other than dicks?" The others in line laughs at what he said.

"Thanks for your statent." He smiles and walks away to sit at a table. I did too. He is holding his spoon and bending it. "Those assholes! Being gay isn’t a cri. Is it?" I answer no because it felt like I should in that mont. "Yeah. You get it too. It’s not a cri. Maxwell Kings is gay. Gary Hart is gay. Robert Ford is also gay. Nearly a quarter of half the guys in this school are gay, but I am the only one who gets shit and called a faggot!"

"Calm down. My Dad said if you pay attention to what people say, you would be stuck in it. And it will be like quicksand that you sink into overti." Lie. Dad did not tell that. It is a saying I ca up with to keep myself from drowning in most people unfavorable opinions about . I have got goals. I cannot afford one minute of distraction that will co from looking over my shoulder trying to make myself look perfect in people’s eyes. There would always be opinions.

"That is a smart saying." He comnted. I smiled. I found the aning of the word delight when I take a bite from the chicken casserole. I ate slowly. Savouring every taste and chew. "It taste good right?" I nod. "Maybe I should have let you tried that saffron ris-whatever so you would understand what I am talking about. If you say otherwise, then I’ll know that the fault indeed lies with my tongue. You would try it tomorrow. Deal?"

"Deal. And about what you said at my locker....?"

"Right. Thank you for reminding ." He starts. "What do you think of this school?"

"That is great."

He taps his forehead. "Sorry. Wrong question. What do you think this school is?"

"A school." I say obviously.

"Ding. Wrong answer."

"What is the right answer?"

"The answer just ca in behind you." I look back to see what he was talking about. I am blown away by the guy that is walking into the cafeteria. He is tall, handso. Very handso. But terrifying. There is sothing terrifying in the way he walked with nonchalance like he owns the place. There is this cold and threatening feeling around him. Typical school badboy. I turn back to Maverick. "How is he the answer?"

"Keep watching." He tells . And I did. He is now sitting at a table, facing another person. They were speaking. But I noticed that the other boy looks scared. I was almost about to turn again as there was nothing to look at. And then he slams the boys head on the table. It made a sound. I could not understand what I am seeing or why, the first ti. It should have been the last so I would be convinced that it was a mistake. But then he did it again.

There was a louder and more sickening crack noise this ti. What breaks was when I see blood seeping out of the boy’s head and on the white table. But even at that the other boy did not stop his assault. The blood had now gotten on his hands and he seems to be excited by it. No this isn’t assault. It is an attempt to murder!

The others are just eating and chatting like they are not seeing what is happening. I let out a horrified scream. This made the center of everyone’s attention. Him too.

Our eyes locked.