ALISTAIR

     I looked firmly into Jonathan's icy eyes. When I first saw his eyes, they were a striking blue. But the longer I looked at them, the more they seemed to be a light green. Blue flecks swirled around the pupil, creating an alluring look that made me want to stare into the all day. I squinted and realized that they weren't green, they were turquoise. They were such a beautiful color that I just want to reach out and-

I shook my head, I sounded so gåy right there... Blinking rapidly, I gulped. I focused in on Jonathan's face, which was watching me with caution.

    "Okay, first off, what the f*ck is up with you and that trick a$$ b+tch? Or do you just shove your d*ck down any hole you find?" I asked, trying to keep my thoughts away from pulling him in for a- Nope.

    "Trick a$$ b&tch? You mean Amanda? Isn't she your friend? And thank you very much, I'm not a sl#t, unlike you," Jonathan spat.

    "Sl*t?! Sl*t?! Shut the f*ck up, already! You have no idea what you are talking about, a$$hole!" I scowled.

    "I know exactly what I'm talking about, Mr. King! And what happened to the sobbing mess in my bathroom? Suddenly you're all big and tough football guy? What the h*ll?" Jonathan growled.

    "I was a 'sobbing mess' because I had just been raped! By you!" I shook with fury, I would not let anyone ever lay a hand on me again.

     "Shut up! I didn't rape you! Okay? Let me think for a second!" Jonathan massaged his temple as if trying to soothe away a headache.

    I stood, staying silent. I waited impatiently as his face tensed. My foot tapped repeatedly against the ground, waiting for him to voice his thoughts.

    Bored, I glanced around the janitors closet we were arguing in. It was the first place I had thought of when he said he wanted to talk privately. I studied the shelves that were packed with cleaning supplies, such as Windex, soap, and toilet paper. This was the first time I had been in it, but Julius had said it was a nice place to do whatever in peace. As my eyes searched the ugly grey walls, I almost barfed. An off white substance was splattered across the wall and I had a creeping suspicion that it was not mayo. I was brought out I my train of thought when Jon drew my attention to him.

"You're straight. I'm straight. How the f*ck did I wake up with you under me, no clothes?" Jonathan finally spoke up.

   I ran a hand through my thick curly locks. My head was throbbing as images of what happened between us fluttered back to me. No. I didn't want to remember, but I still felt a tinge of attraction to the drab boy in front of me. Maybe if you cleaned him up a little... Do something with his mess of dark brown hair... Get him some decent clothes... Or none at all... No. Sorry, just no. I can't be thinking like that.

"I don't know... I was drunk and can't remember anything about what happened after my third drink," I lied.

Pictures of his body splayed across mine and the pleasure that rolled off of me flashed before my eyes. No! I could feel the slight tension in my pants as my semi-hard on pressed up against the zipper to my pants. Noooooo! No! No! Think of dying kittens! Think of sleeping on a bed of glass! Anything but that night!

"I was drunk, too... We were at that party at Marty's place... And I was with going to go get some drinks for me and my girlfriend-" I cut off Jonathan, anger fuming through me.

"Girlfriend?! What the h*ll, man?! You- I- we did the thingy while you were in a relationship? That's even worse, you sh*thole!" I exclaimed, feeling sorry for the poor girl.

    "You didn't let me finish, you stupid f*cker! As I was saying, I went to the party and left to get get me and my girlfriend drinks. When I came back, she was shoving her tongue down some guy's throat. I cussed her off and told her we were down. And then... you know... I got drunk..." Jonathan scratched at the nape of neck.

    "Oh. Well I hope the wh*re you were dating was left as sore as I was when you left me, cause I swear you ripped me in ha-" Jonathan glared at me as he put a finger to my lips.

    "Please don't go into detail about how much your a$$ hurt. Anyway, why were you at that party? Aren't you too goody two-shoes for that sh*t?" Jonathan flicked a lint ball off of his shoulder as he said this.

    "I'm not a goody two-shoes, you ugly fat a$$. Maybe I just don't want to get raped by people like you," I huffed.

      "That's not what you said that night," he smirked.

    Before I could even realize what I was doing, my fist was swinging through the air. It landed square on his jaw, drawing out a string of swear words from him. I pulled my hand back quickly, clutching my already bruising knuckles.

    "What the h*ll?! That hurt! It was a joke, you nasty little sh*t!" He held his face, glaring at me.

    "A perverted joke. Anyway, I'm going to be late to class. Let's just agree that was a one night stand, yeah?" I didn't wait for his reply as I swiftly left the closet. I slipped around the corner and up the hallway, heading to English.

    I shook my hand out, the pain dulling as stepped into the room to see half the class was already there. Seeing Julius, I took a seat next to him. I took a deep breath, hoping beyond hope to never see Jonathan again.

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