The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 8
Since I've never been to a party, I have no idea what to expect. For all I know it could be like in the books I've read, where people are surrounding one person while they slice… wait. Oh, sorry, that's a cult.
So, as you can see, my knowledge of what to expect is quite meager. I tried to ask Melissa if she could tell me so I wouldn't look like a complete fool. Of course, I didn't tell the devil that exactly, but something along those lines.
She told me that I should man up or whatever euphemism gay people use and just deal with my shit. The devil did share the location of the house though. That helped a lot. Thanks for nothing!
It's at some girl's house because she wants to raise her social status by throwing the best party the school has ever seen. That's what everyone has been talking about for days. Melissa couldn't believe that I didn't know about it. I told her to fuck off.
We were nearing the house. How do I know you ask? Because I can hear the music blasting from there already. With every sound I heard, my nervousness rose. I didn't show it though. I was cool and composed. And if you believe that shit…
"Stop being so fucking tense. Jesus! It's not like someone is going to come out screaming murder, so ease up. Here, have a beer," she said while handing me a bottle.
"No! I don't want anything from you. You could have poisoned that beer," I said, looking at the bottle with disdain.
"Oh yeah, and why would I want to poison you? Besides how annoying you are."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot that you're too stupid to know how to poison someone. Never mind," I said with false innocence.
"Just take the fucking drink," she said, glaring at me. "Or are you too scared to have a small little beer? Is the gay little Deacon going to chicken out?" she said, mockingly.
"You think peer pressure is going to work on me?"
She just stared at me.
"Fine, give me the fucking bottle," I said, grabbing the bottle and chugging it down.
"Whoa. Slow down there, dumbass, before you get drunk," she said, laughing a little.
"I can handle my booze," I said, almost tripping over my words.
"Yeah, sure you can. Come on, let's go before you pass out."
I huff, but get out of the car and follow her.
Surprisingly, I don't feel that tense anymore. It's like I forgot how to be tense in the first place. This shit works!
As we walk, I notice how huge the house is. It has a large front lawn, larger than most lawns around here. In the middle of the lawn is a sidewalk made out of red bricks.
I would say the lawn looks beautiful, but it's scattered with red cups and a few people passed out on the grass. One guy is lying in the fountain. I don't think that's normal.
We walk up the steps and a few people are making out on the front porch, and it's pretty graphic.
The minute we step inside, it's like a whole new world. People are dancing in the living room on my right. The couches are turned over and I see Darryl's lackeys are playing some game with a table and cups.
Guys are chasing each other like toddlers. There's beer spilled on the floor. It's like animal house.
Melissa grabs me by my upper arm and moves me further into the crowd because she apparently doesn't think my legs will move by themselves.
I don't know where she's going, but I just follow. I know when to complain, and when to shut up, because right now I kind of need her. She leaved me standing awkwardly by a broken table. She returns with red cups in both hands.
"Here," she practically shouts over the music.
I just take the cup because I don't think I can shout that loud. She turns around and starts to leave, but I grab her arm.
"You're going to leave me here?"
Well, look at that. I can shout!
"It's a party," she shouts back.
"So, what should I do?"
"I don't know. Go talk to people. Mix with them!"
She doesn't give me time to argue before she disappears into the crowd. I look around for a safe place to hide, but it's like everywhere I look I see somebody.
I've never been claustrophobic in my life, but I think I just developed it. I saw a set of stairs leading up to the second floor, which looked more empty than the ground floor, so I'm going up there.
I make my way through the crowd, but it's a bit hard since I've already finished the drink Melissa just gave me. I make it to a clearing and the first thing I see is him.
Isaac!
He's standing against a wooden pillar, surrounded by girls that are eye fucking him by the looks on their faces. I wanted to smash their pretty little heads in and make barbie dolls out of their hair. I realized that I could go to jail for that, so I guess I won't be killing any knockoff barbies tonight. They get to live another day.
Then I realized I was getting jealous. I don't do jealous. I've only been jealous once in my life and that was in the fourth grade. Harry! He was the cutest boy I have ever seen, but he became less cute when he shoved my lunch out of my hands. I deemed him unworthy of my jealousy that day.
Through all of my mental breakdowns, I didn't notice him staring back at me. When I did it was like everything stopped. The music stopped playing. The people surrounding us. It all just… disappeared.
The only thing that remained was his piercing green eyes staring back at me. I swear it was like he could see what was inside of me. All of the hidden insecurity, shyness, pain. He could see it all, and I wanted him to see. I wanted him to know the true me. To love me for me.
Then, someone bumped into me from behind while walking past. As quick as it began it was over. Then I realized that I was staring at him while he was surrounded by girls that would probably let him fuck them right there in front of everyone if he wanted to. He was probably looking at me and thinking how desperate I look staring at him, and that the whole episode was all in my head. Then I felt stupid for staring at him. Then I didn't give a fuck what he thought because I can stare at whoever the hell I want to. Then that made me think I'm weird. Then I noticed him making his way towards me. I quickly ran up the stairs like a coward.
I made it to the top and ran for the first door I saw. You know what they say about always knocking before you open a door. Well, I should have listened to them.
"Oh my god! My eyes!" I said, while looking away.
"What the…"
"Aaaahhhh!"
The guy was interrupted by an ear shattering scream and being pushed off the bed. The girl ran past me and I felt something against my chest that I wish I hadn't.
I stood there leaning against the wall, my hand over my eyes. Like an idiot!
"Are you decent?" I asked.
"You just ruined my one fucking…" He stopped. "Deacon?" I heard him whisper.
"Uh, yeah," I said, hesitatingly.
The next thing I know, I feel someone standing right in front of me, his breath, that smelled like alcohol, against my face.
"Um, what are you doing?" I asked cautiously.
"Open your eyes, Deacon," he said, his voice thick and rough.
"I don't think I should…"
"Open your fucking eyes!" he snapped.
I took my hands slowly from my eyes. I couldn't see clearly, but when my eyes adjusted, I only got to see for a second before a hand was pressed behind my neck and my lips smashed into Darryl's.
In my momentary lapse, he forced his tongue inside of my mouth. I tried to fight back but it was like my energy was drained. Fuck Melissa and her red cup.
He started to use his hand and lift my shirt up. I couldn't hold back a moan even though I hated him for doing this. I've never been touched like this before.
I tried to use my hands to push him away, but he just used the hand that had been on my neck and pinned both of mine on top of my head.
His hand roamed all over my stomach and I started to feel disgusted. All those times he had hit me and beaten me up just because he could, rushing into my brain. I couldn't stop him and I felt disgusted that he can use me because he can, just as he beat me up because he could.
I couldn't hold back the tears that started to stream down my cheeks. I tried to hold back the sobs lodged in my throat, threatening to escape, but I couldn't. That must have alerted him because his eyes shot open and he stopped.
"Deacon?"
His voice sounded hoarse. His breath against my cheek made me cringe.
"Please get off me!"
I hated how my voice sounded. The way I was begging because I didn't have the power to stop him myself. He had all of it.
"Deacon… I'm so sorry… please… please don't cry."
It was probably my imagination, but his voice was cracking. Even if it was real, I didn't care. I wanted him off me. Gone!
"Please, please just let me…"
Before I could finish my sentence, Darryl disappeared from my sight. I fell to the floor, sobbing into my hands. I heard struggling sounds and when I looked to the side, it was Isaac on top of Darryl, holding him down.
He threw the first punch and it connected with Darryl's jaw. He just kept throwing punch after punch at Darryl, until Darryl grabbed Isaac's arm and flipped him over so that he was on top. He threw punches with the same force that Isaac had.
Isaac pushed him off and he flew across the room and into the wall. They both stood up. It was like watching two lions attacking each other.
I knew that if this continued there would be some serious damage. Since past events had proven me incapable of stopping something like this, I did what I thought best.
"If the both of you don't stop right now, I swear on every god in every fucking religion that I will kill the both of you right fucking now!" I yelled.
The best option was to scream at them to get them to stop. Not to run downstairs and get help. Not to call the police. I had to shout at the two boys that could probably break me like a twig.
They both stopped and turned their heads to look at me.
I looked at Isaac first and I saw hatred in his eyes, but also something else mixed in.
I looked at Darryl and saw nothing.
I wiped my eyes and got up. I made my way towards Darryl, mustered up all my hate and smacked him. Yes! I hit him. Do these knuckles look like they can survive that jaw line? Do I care?
"Don't you ever, I repeat, ever touch me again without my permission! Do you understand me? I don't care if you hit me or beat me up, but if you ever touch me like that again without my consent, I will report you to the cops for rape. You got it?" I said, expressionlessly.
I then kneed him in the nuts just for good measure.
He just stared at me and I thought I saw regret flash for a second in his eyes. As quick as it came, it went. I turned around and walked towards Isaac. I looked up and straight into his eyes.
"Take me home… please," I said, my voice as soft as a whisper.
He wrapped his arms around me and his chest was smashed into my face. I felt so safe, so secure, so I let it out. Everything I kept bottled inside of me. It all came flowing out of me like a river.
My legs gave out and I just fell. He grabbed me by my waist and picked me up. He put my arms around his neck and I gripped as tight as I could, holding on for dear life, my legs around his waist as he held me up.
"Deacon, I'm so sorry…" Darryl started to say.
"Don't fucking speak to him," Isaac said, his voice low and filled with threats.
I never heard anything after that except the thumping sound of the music downstairs. He started moving. The next thing I knew was the shiver that went up my back due to the cold night outside. He must have sensed that because he took his jacket off, while holding me up, and put it over my shoulders.
He started walking again. I didn't care where he went. All I knew was that I felt safe right now in his arms and I'm never letting go.
"Deacon… baby, you need to let go. I can't put you in your seat if you don't let go. Don't worry, I'm not leaving you. Ever," he said softly into my ear.
I took my head off his neck and looked straight into his eyes. All I saw was love and compassion. I believed him, so I let go.
He placed me in the seat and closed the door, then walked around to the driver's seat. I gripped his jacket tighter around me as everything that had just happened flashed through my mind again. I refused to cry again, I just kept everything in.
If he sensed my tension, he showed no sign of it because the next thing I knew the car started.
And we drove.
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