This is an amazing chapter. Your writing amazes me. Some very deep emotions going to work as the chapter ends.
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Light Wind: The Story of Trent & I (Revised)
- Thread starter The White Stripe
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Aw, "Stripey", that is a beautiful, heart-felt, Loving chapter ... or as you would say, "volume". The bits of You, that show through your story, paint a picture of a Great Guy with a sharp, observing, mind, and a Big Heart! THANK YOU!! 
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
vampsrock1992
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Amazeing chapter TWS i love this story i caint wait till the next update. you are an amzeing writer.
The White Stripe
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Kyanimal said:
Sheep said:
Thanks guys. I really appreciate all of your dedication to this story. Don't forget to rate if you get the chance. You have no idea how much that helps the story.
As promised the BRAND NEW Volume Eight will be published very very very soon.
Keep on the look out.
Craiger
JUB Addict
TWS,
I have to agree with all the above posts. That was exceptional well written with such intensity and emotion. I look forward to Volume Eight.
Craiger
I have to agree with all the above posts. That was exceptional well written with such intensity and emotion. I look forward to Volume Eight.
Craiger
The White Stripe
Sex God
Here is the new volume. This is a bride from an evntufl Volume Seven to a VERY eventful Volume Nine. Not much goes on, but I think you'll en joy reading something new and fresh. Enjoy.
Volume Eight.
I awoke peacefully. For the first few moments I had no recollection of what had happened the night before. I just stared blankly at the window near my bed. It took me a moment to even realize I was coherent. I had left that window open the night before and as a result the chill of the brisk morning infected my bedroom.
Instead of getting up to shut the window like any normal person would do I burrowed deeper into my blankets, but something interrupted me. I ran into something with my feet, which were as cold as ice. I looked next to me and saw Trent. Fast asleep under my covers. The same covers I had been sleeping under the entire night.
All in one movement, everything that had taken place the night before came rushing back to me.
At first, regret hit me. I had known that Trent was not in his head at the moment and I felt as if I had taken advantage of that. I was not being too considerate of that fact the evening before, but the poor guy had just lost his mother and he was in no way ready for any of what had happened the night before.
I was a gigantic, selfish, inconsiderate (and horny) asshole.
On the other hand he was the one who started kissing my neck while I was asleep.
I was not sure what to make of the situation. I wish I could have been one of those reckless young guys and just not have cared about the consequences of anything. However, being reckless was not one of my strong points. Unfortunately, I had a conscience.
I looked down at him. He looked so peaceful. It appeared we had fallen asleep in a spooning position as he faced the opposite direction of me while my arm seemed to have found a way to drape itself over his warm body. He had his hands folded close to his face and as he slept his bottom lip hung away from his top. If I stayed still long enough I could hear a faint snore erupt every so often as he inhaled and exhaled.
I let out a faint sigh as I rested my forehead against his beautiful golden locks that curtained the back of his head.
I just stayed there and enjoyed what I knew might be the last time I would ever get to be that close to him.
For even then, I feared once he awoke he would blame the whole ordeal that had occurred the night before all on me, and proceed to storm out like he had several months prior.
I didn’t want that, but I couldn’t do any or say anything to stop it.
I let out a faint yawn and felt my eyes grow heavy beneath the weight of the morning air.
“I love you.” I said with my eyes delicately shut with a whisper in my voice.
After a prolonged silence I felt the covers move and my head fall from the back of his; hitting my pillow softly, slowly. That was the last thing I remember before I fell back into my sleep.
I awoke again. Hours later. The sun had moved high into the air and its warm affects could be felt everywhere. However, it was still quit cold. The windows in my room still had a bit of frost on them. My window had been shut, and I was now alone. He was gone. It seemed like he took the cold air with him as the room was no longer frigid like it had been the first time I awoke. All traces of his presence had been wiped away.
I stumbled out of bed, and limped my way towards the kitchen table and sat down.
“Morning, sleeping beauty. Finally decide to wake up?” My father said as he scarfed down his sandwich.
“…shut up.” I said back with my head lying on the table as I day dreamed about going back to sleep.
It felt so strange seeing my father after knowing what I had done the night before. I worried all the time what he would say or do to me when I decided to tell him. Knowing that I am sneaking this around him made me feel bad, but disappointing him and telling him that his one and only son is gay would have killed me. So I avoid it at the time.
“Whats new? Trent sure did run off early. I was hoping he would stick around so he could go fishing with you me, and your uncle.”
“Yeah I guess, he was here when I woke up earlier.”
“Yeah I gave him a quick breakfast as he was heading out. Seemed like he was in a pretty big rush. I was afraid the house was on fire, HAHA.”
“You’re so funny. I might fall out of this chair.” I said as I remained still with my head still on the table, eyes closed, and facing the opposite direction.
“Maybe you need some more sleep. Seem a little grumpy. Is it your time of the month? You riding the cotton pony?”
“Kiss my ass, Stanley.”
I peeled my face off of the table and made my way back to my bedroom.
It was times like that when I wish I could have had a gay friend. Someone I could have dished with and told everything to. I just had the fucking hottest make-out slash group session of my life and I could tell no one, and even the other person involved didn’t want to talk about it. That alone feeling made me very depressed.
I decided to call Trent. See what he was doing, maybe he would want to hang out, I thought. My thought process what that he didn’t leave because he was uncomfortable. He just had to get home. I was trying to justify calling him, so….this nonsense made sense in my head somehow.
*ring* *ring* “Hey its Trent, leave a message and I’ll call back unless you want money.”
“BEEP”
“Hey Trent. Its me. Damon. I’m just calling to see whats up and maybe if you wanted to go do something later. Call me back.”
I didn’t get a call back, or a text message. He had left me again. To ignore me and pretend that I didn’t exist.
I suppose that was a much easier way to handle things for him. I was an inconvenience in his life a majority of the time. My feelings for him were not what he wanted, until he needed them. I loved him and despite his obvious affection for me…he ignored my feelings.
Why are people such cowards? Why was I such a coward?
I spent the rest of the daylight hours checking my phone and wasting all day watching sad movies with my windows closed and the lights off. It was my great escape, except for the fact that I couldn’t get away. No matter how I tried.
That night, I did not sleep at all. I sat on my porch, wrapped up in a blanket my grandmother had made me before her death. I watched the wind relocate an endless number of long dead leaves in the shadow of the moon light grass. The wind is an enigma. It affects life so heavily yet all you can see is what it does to other things. The cause, the wind, remain invisible.
I had to do something drastic to fix this once and for all. I refused to let Trent sweep my under the carpet until he needed me. I wouldn’t ignore the issues we had.
Volume Eight.
I awoke peacefully. For the first few moments I had no recollection of what had happened the night before. I just stared blankly at the window near my bed. It took me a moment to even realize I was coherent. I had left that window open the night before and as a result the chill of the brisk morning infected my bedroom.
Instead of getting up to shut the window like any normal person would do I burrowed deeper into my blankets, but something interrupted me. I ran into something with my feet, which were as cold as ice. I looked next to me and saw Trent. Fast asleep under my covers. The same covers I had been sleeping under the entire night.
All in one movement, everything that had taken place the night before came rushing back to me.
At first, regret hit me. I had known that Trent was not in his head at the moment and I felt as if I had taken advantage of that. I was not being too considerate of that fact the evening before, but the poor guy had just lost his mother and he was in no way ready for any of what had happened the night before.
I was a gigantic, selfish, inconsiderate (and horny) asshole.
On the other hand he was the one who started kissing my neck while I was asleep.
I was not sure what to make of the situation. I wish I could have been one of those reckless young guys and just not have cared about the consequences of anything. However, being reckless was not one of my strong points. Unfortunately, I had a conscience.
I looked down at him. He looked so peaceful. It appeared we had fallen asleep in a spooning position as he faced the opposite direction of me while my arm seemed to have found a way to drape itself over his warm body. He had his hands folded close to his face and as he slept his bottom lip hung away from his top. If I stayed still long enough I could hear a faint snore erupt every so often as he inhaled and exhaled.
I let out a faint sigh as I rested my forehead against his beautiful golden locks that curtained the back of his head.
I just stayed there and enjoyed what I knew might be the last time I would ever get to be that close to him.
For even then, I feared once he awoke he would blame the whole ordeal that had occurred the night before all on me, and proceed to storm out like he had several months prior.
I didn’t want that, but I couldn’t do any or say anything to stop it.
I let out a faint yawn and felt my eyes grow heavy beneath the weight of the morning air.
“I love you.” I said with my eyes delicately shut with a whisper in my voice.
After a prolonged silence I felt the covers move and my head fall from the back of his; hitting my pillow softly, slowly. That was the last thing I remember before I fell back into my sleep.
I awoke again. Hours later. The sun had moved high into the air and its warm affects could be felt everywhere. However, it was still quit cold. The windows in my room still had a bit of frost on them. My window had been shut, and I was now alone. He was gone. It seemed like he took the cold air with him as the room was no longer frigid like it had been the first time I awoke. All traces of his presence had been wiped away.
I stumbled out of bed, and limped my way towards the kitchen table and sat down.
“Morning, sleeping beauty. Finally decide to wake up?” My father said as he scarfed down his sandwich.
“…shut up.” I said back with my head lying on the table as I day dreamed about going back to sleep.
It felt so strange seeing my father after knowing what I had done the night before. I worried all the time what he would say or do to me when I decided to tell him. Knowing that I am sneaking this around him made me feel bad, but disappointing him and telling him that his one and only son is gay would have killed me. So I avoid it at the time.
“Whats new? Trent sure did run off early. I was hoping he would stick around so he could go fishing with you me, and your uncle.”
“Yeah I guess, he was here when I woke up earlier.”
“Yeah I gave him a quick breakfast as he was heading out. Seemed like he was in a pretty big rush. I was afraid the house was on fire, HAHA.”
“You’re so funny. I might fall out of this chair.” I said as I remained still with my head still on the table, eyes closed, and facing the opposite direction.
“Maybe you need some more sleep. Seem a little grumpy. Is it your time of the month? You riding the cotton pony?”
“Kiss my ass, Stanley.”
I peeled my face off of the table and made my way back to my bedroom.
It was times like that when I wish I could have had a gay friend. Someone I could have dished with and told everything to. I just had the fucking hottest make-out slash group session of my life and I could tell no one, and even the other person involved didn’t want to talk about it. That alone feeling made me very depressed.
I decided to call Trent. See what he was doing, maybe he would want to hang out, I thought. My thought process what that he didn’t leave because he was uncomfortable. He just had to get home. I was trying to justify calling him, so….this nonsense made sense in my head somehow.
*ring* *ring* “Hey its Trent, leave a message and I’ll call back unless you want money.”
“BEEP”
“Hey Trent. Its me. Damon. I’m just calling to see whats up and maybe if you wanted to go do something later. Call me back.”
I didn’t get a call back, or a text message. He had left me again. To ignore me and pretend that I didn’t exist.
I suppose that was a much easier way to handle things for him. I was an inconvenience in his life a majority of the time. My feelings for him were not what he wanted, until he needed them. I loved him and despite his obvious affection for me…he ignored my feelings.
Why are people such cowards? Why was I such a coward?
I spent the rest of the daylight hours checking my phone and wasting all day watching sad movies with my windows closed and the lights off. It was my great escape, except for the fact that I couldn’t get away. No matter how I tried.
That night, I did not sleep at all. I sat on my porch, wrapped up in a blanket my grandmother had made me before her death. I watched the wind relocate an endless number of long dead leaves in the shadow of the moon light grass. The wind is an enigma. It affects life so heavily yet all you can see is what it does to other things. The cause, the wind, remain invisible.
I had to do something drastic to fix this once and for all. I refused to let Trent sweep my under the carpet until he needed me. I wouldn’t ignore the issues we had.
Great chapter TWS. I rotfl @ the cotton pony haha
Craiger
JUB Addict
That chapter gave me a mixed feeling of calm, then the anxiety crept back in knowing how hard it is dealing with the fluctuation of Trent's emotions. The grieving process is never predictable. Damon realizes that, however, that doesn't make it any easier. He just needs to be patient with Trent. This is truly an excellent story, TWS.
Craiger
Craiger
vampsrock1992
JUB Addict
awsome chapter. i caint wait for the new one.
The White Stripe
Sex God
Volume Nine.
The following Monday morning, I decided to give my cousin a call. Kelsey, my mom’s niece, was my first friend in life, and someone I could always count on. I was fairly sure she had come back home for a few weeks form university for Christmas break so I wanted to get hold of her since Trent had been busy all weekend. Kelsey was 2 years older than me and we had always been close until she moved into the dorms at her university where we lost touch.
When we were both young we literally spent almost every day with one another. We were either climbing trees, playing hide and seek with her neighbors, or walking to the local market to get some candy. Some of my most fond childhood memories were with Kelsey.
“Hello?” she said. I had called before leaving for school, so I more than likely had woke her up.
“Hey, Kelsey. Sorry to wake you, not really, but you know? Anyways, I get out at 2:00 today. Want to do something?”
“Sure. Call me back when the fucking sun is up, okay? Bye, love you.”
“Okay.” I said, but she hung up, more than likely rolling over in her bed during the process. Oh well.
I decided to check my voicemail while I had my phone out. I usually do this sort of stuff when I have some time to kill. Any other time and they would get ignored.
“You have, 1, new message…”
The voicemail had seemed to be an incoherent rant by someone drunk off their ass, or perhaps someone who had just left the dentist with a numb tongue. I could barely make out what they were saying.
“Huh…” I uttered in puzzlement while pressing the delete button.
I walked into first period and threw my bag on a back desk. Everyone else was buzzing into the class room to drop their books off at their desks so they could walk back out into the hallway as usual to do their meaningless, shallow, and empty socializing. I never cared much for socializing in the hallway. It never seemed to amount into a healthy or interesting conversation so I usually paced as fast as I could to the next class.
Strangely though, a few minutes before class, one of my track and field buddies, Beck Casely, walked into class. This interested me. He stopped at the entrance of the classroom and scanned the room until he found me.
He was a sophomore. Beck was not tall in the slightest, with short, strawberry blonde hair, and freckles all over his checks. He was very slim, almost nothing. However, he was fairly quick when he needed to be. He was probably the fastest sophomore on our team, not that that was saying much at all. He was a timid little thing, who would agree with you if you told him the grass was purple. At the time, I couldn’t imagine why he needed me. We were friendly at track practices and he would follow me around at our meets, but I never thought of him as a friend, really.
“Damon?”
“How is it going, Beck?” I said as I sat the front two legs of my chair back on the ground, taking my feet of the deck.
“Well, a bunch of the guys from the team have been talking, and they wanted me to come ask you…if it was true.”
“Wait, what?” I fired back as I pulled out my semi-complete grammar homework from the bottom of my book bag.
“Is it true, what they’re…saying?” He repeated, looking very nervous and talking softer and softer with every word.
“Who is saying what? What are you talking about?”
“I really don’t want to do this. Crap. Damon, are you really…a…umm…a faggot?” He whispered as he scanned the room again to make sure no one could hear him.
My face stopped moving the moment I watched his lips utter the word. I stopped moving and I just stared at him.
“What?” I replied.
“I don’t know. A couple of the guys told me to come ask you if it was true.”
“Who did you hear that from, Beck?” I said jokingly in an attempt to not seem angry. Showing anger would have made me looked defense and as if I had something to hide.
“A couple of Freshmen, I don’t know. One of them said they heard it from someone at a party over the weekend. I wasn’t there, so don’t get mad at me, okay?”
“I’m not mad. Someone lied to you.” I was lying to his face. I was pissed.
“Do you know who said that about you, Damon? Everyone is talking about it.” Beck said with a hint of hurt in his voice. Beck looked up to me, I think, and hearing this about me more than likely diluted all the “coolness” he thought I possessed.
“No, Beck. I’m sure it is just one of the guys being an asshole. It is always got to be me they screw tih.” I lied. I knew who had said it, and I was taking every ounce of self control I had to not punch Beck in the face out of my rage. Trent…
“Well, okay. I’ll see you at practice, Damon.” He said as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of first period.
My anxiety at that very moment was at an all time high. My fear of being found out was too much. I knew every single person would have heard would be walking into the classroom with a completely new view of me. Something I was not, at the time, ready to be seen as. It would have killed me.
I threw my grammar homework back into my bag and threw it over my shoulder. I rushed out of the room telling Mr. Harrison that I was not feeling well.
My first period class was near one of the side entrances of the school building and it also happened to be near the parking lot.
I made the awkward walk past most of my fellow classmates who were now walking into class. I just stared at the ground as I pushed my way by.
I was pushing the side entrance door open as I heard him. His laugh. I knew his laugh.
The hallway was no almost empty with only a few Freshmen scrambling into their classes as they scared down their breakfast. Near the junior lockers was a circle of four students. All of them were football players who had first period off, but still had to be in the building for attendance purposes. Among them were Andrew Jones, Marcus Finny, Antoine Colvin (or as he liked to be called: “AC”), and Trent.
I glanced back at him, and the silent rage began to build even more. I thought I could count on him. I thought he was going to be there for me like I was for him, but he was clearly too selfish to care about anyone but himself.
I closed the door and dropped my back pack near the water fountain located outside the bathrooms. I walked pass the entrance to my first period and, fists clinched” made my way near the junior lockers.
I walked right into their small circle, past Andrew and AC, and right face to face with Trent who had been leaning against the lockers. The laughing stopped as I made my approach and without a single word I reared back and socked him straight in the nose pushing up as hard and fast as I could. Blood immediately started pouring out of his nostrils and some made it onto my first as Antoine and Andrew both grabbed hold of either of my arms.
“You are a lying son of a bitch, Trent.” I said as Trent fell to his hands and knees, putting his hands over his nose and mouth in an attempt to stop the blood flow.
It dripped onto the tiles of the hallway and he had smeared some onto the lockers as he made his attempt to get up. He looked up at me, clutching his nose, with his blue eyes. He looked stunned and completely out of it. He kept blinking and looking around as he stumbled to get up.
“What the fuck, Damon?” Marcus shouted as he tried to help Trent back up to his feet.
I shook free and walked back towards the side entrance. As I grabbed my backpack I heard my principal’s voice.
“Damon Zephyr Lewis. Where do you think you’re going?” He said as he quickly paced down the hall way to stop me from making my grand escape. He grabbed me by my wrist and tried to pull me, but I pulled away.
“I thought I might go grab a late breakfast. Would you like to join me, Mr. Westwood?” I said back, throwing my book bag over my shoulders once again.
He was an alumnus of the very high school he was now in charge of. Now in his early 40s, he was a good ole boy that the entire town loved.
He was once also a football player, but he had aged and with every passing year it seemed his belt size also went up a number too. His chin and neck seemed to have slowly become the same thing, as his hair line retreated. He was a tall man with a perfect upright stature, but his attempts at intimidating me failed every time.
“My office. Now.” He said with a deep monotone voice.
“I was actually thinking Dunkin Donuts, but okay. Sure.”
“Damon. Shut up. This is not the time for your snide remarks. Move it.” I stopped. I didn’t even blink as I made my way past Trent to Mr. Westwood’s office. I stared straight ahead and didn’t even turn my head to see the nurse help him back up.
Mr. Westwood went through the obligatory “violence is unacceptable” and “we will not tolerate this kind of behavior at our school” bullshit before suspending me from attending class for the rest of the week. At the moment I regretted nothing.
With the rest of the day off I decided to not think about what I had done or the fact that the entire school was more than likely thinking I was a flaming homosexual. I called Kelsey again.
“What?” she said with an impatient tone seeing as only about an hour had passed since I had called her last.
“Bitch, wake up. I’m coming over. We are getting breakfast, and I have a lot to tell you.” I said blankly, being that I was in no mood for anyone else’s crabby attitude.
“Fine, but you’re buying…”
“Okay…I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay? Bye”
I had something I needed to do, before I went over to see her. Not something I particularly wanted to do, but something that I couldn’t keep from doing…
The following Monday morning, I decided to give my cousin a call. Kelsey, my mom’s niece, was my first friend in life, and someone I could always count on. I was fairly sure she had come back home for a few weeks form university for Christmas break so I wanted to get hold of her since Trent had been busy all weekend. Kelsey was 2 years older than me and we had always been close until she moved into the dorms at her university where we lost touch.
When we were both young we literally spent almost every day with one another. We were either climbing trees, playing hide and seek with her neighbors, or walking to the local market to get some candy. Some of my most fond childhood memories were with Kelsey.
“Hello?” she said. I had called before leaving for school, so I more than likely had woke her up.
“Hey, Kelsey. Sorry to wake you, not really, but you know? Anyways, I get out at 2:00 today. Want to do something?”
“Sure. Call me back when the fucking sun is up, okay? Bye, love you.”
“Okay.” I said, but she hung up, more than likely rolling over in her bed during the process. Oh well.
I decided to check my voicemail while I had my phone out. I usually do this sort of stuff when I have some time to kill. Any other time and they would get ignored.
“You have, 1, new message…”
The voicemail had seemed to be an incoherent rant by someone drunk off their ass, or perhaps someone who had just left the dentist with a numb tongue. I could barely make out what they were saying.
“Huh…” I uttered in puzzlement while pressing the delete button.
I walked into first period and threw my bag on a back desk. Everyone else was buzzing into the class room to drop their books off at their desks so they could walk back out into the hallway as usual to do their meaningless, shallow, and empty socializing. I never cared much for socializing in the hallway. It never seemed to amount into a healthy or interesting conversation so I usually paced as fast as I could to the next class.
Strangely though, a few minutes before class, one of my track and field buddies, Beck Casely, walked into class. This interested me. He stopped at the entrance of the classroom and scanned the room until he found me.
He was a sophomore. Beck was not tall in the slightest, with short, strawberry blonde hair, and freckles all over his checks. He was very slim, almost nothing. However, he was fairly quick when he needed to be. He was probably the fastest sophomore on our team, not that that was saying much at all. He was a timid little thing, who would agree with you if you told him the grass was purple. At the time, I couldn’t imagine why he needed me. We were friendly at track practices and he would follow me around at our meets, but I never thought of him as a friend, really.
“Damon?”
“How is it going, Beck?” I said as I sat the front two legs of my chair back on the ground, taking my feet of the deck.
“Well, a bunch of the guys from the team have been talking, and they wanted me to come ask you…if it was true.”
“Wait, what?” I fired back as I pulled out my semi-complete grammar homework from the bottom of my book bag.
“Is it true, what they’re…saying?” He repeated, looking very nervous and talking softer and softer with every word.
“Who is saying what? What are you talking about?”
“I really don’t want to do this. Crap. Damon, are you really…a…umm…a faggot?” He whispered as he scanned the room again to make sure no one could hear him.
My face stopped moving the moment I watched his lips utter the word. I stopped moving and I just stared at him.
“What?” I replied.
“I don’t know. A couple of the guys told me to come ask you if it was true.”
“Who did you hear that from, Beck?” I said jokingly in an attempt to not seem angry. Showing anger would have made me looked defense and as if I had something to hide.
“A couple of Freshmen, I don’t know. One of them said they heard it from someone at a party over the weekend. I wasn’t there, so don’t get mad at me, okay?”
“I’m not mad. Someone lied to you.” I was lying to his face. I was pissed.
“Do you know who said that about you, Damon? Everyone is talking about it.” Beck said with a hint of hurt in his voice. Beck looked up to me, I think, and hearing this about me more than likely diluted all the “coolness” he thought I possessed.
“No, Beck. I’m sure it is just one of the guys being an asshole. It is always got to be me they screw tih.” I lied. I knew who had said it, and I was taking every ounce of self control I had to not punch Beck in the face out of my rage. Trent…
“Well, okay. I’ll see you at practice, Damon.” He said as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of first period.
My anxiety at that very moment was at an all time high. My fear of being found out was too much. I knew every single person would have heard would be walking into the classroom with a completely new view of me. Something I was not, at the time, ready to be seen as. It would have killed me.
I threw my grammar homework back into my bag and threw it over my shoulder. I rushed out of the room telling Mr. Harrison that I was not feeling well.
My first period class was near one of the side entrances of the school building and it also happened to be near the parking lot.
I made the awkward walk past most of my fellow classmates who were now walking into class. I just stared at the ground as I pushed my way by.
I was pushing the side entrance door open as I heard him. His laugh. I knew his laugh.
The hallway was no almost empty with only a few Freshmen scrambling into their classes as they scared down their breakfast. Near the junior lockers was a circle of four students. All of them were football players who had first period off, but still had to be in the building for attendance purposes. Among them were Andrew Jones, Marcus Finny, Antoine Colvin (or as he liked to be called: “AC”), and Trent.
I glanced back at him, and the silent rage began to build even more. I thought I could count on him. I thought he was going to be there for me like I was for him, but he was clearly too selfish to care about anyone but himself.
I closed the door and dropped my back pack near the water fountain located outside the bathrooms. I walked pass the entrance to my first period and, fists clinched” made my way near the junior lockers.
I walked right into their small circle, past Andrew and AC, and right face to face with Trent who had been leaning against the lockers. The laughing stopped as I made my approach and without a single word I reared back and socked him straight in the nose pushing up as hard and fast as I could. Blood immediately started pouring out of his nostrils and some made it onto my first as Antoine and Andrew both grabbed hold of either of my arms.
“You are a lying son of a bitch, Trent.” I said as Trent fell to his hands and knees, putting his hands over his nose and mouth in an attempt to stop the blood flow.
It dripped onto the tiles of the hallway and he had smeared some onto the lockers as he made his attempt to get up. He looked up at me, clutching his nose, with his blue eyes. He looked stunned and completely out of it. He kept blinking and looking around as he stumbled to get up.
“What the fuck, Damon?” Marcus shouted as he tried to help Trent back up to his feet.
I shook free and walked back towards the side entrance. As I grabbed my backpack I heard my principal’s voice.
“Damon Zephyr Lewis. Where do you think you’re going?” He said as he quickly paced down the hall way to stop me from making my grand escape. He grabbed me by my wrist and tried to pull me, but I pulled away.
“I thought I might go grab a late breakfast. Would you like to join me, Mr. Westwood?” I said back, throwing my book bag over my shoulders once again.
He was an alumnus of the very high school he was now in charge of. Now in his early 40s, he was a good ole boy that the entire town loved.
He was once also a football player, but he had aged and with every passing year it seemed his belt size also went up a number too. His chin and neck seemed to have slowly become the same thing, as his hair line retreated. He was a tall man with a perfect upright stature, but his attempts at intimidating me failed every time.
“My office. Now.” He said with a deep monotone voice.
“I was actually thinking Dunkin Donuts, but okay. Sure.”
“Damon. Shut up. This is not the time for your snide remarks. Move it.” I stopped. I didn’t even blink as I made my way past Trent to Mr. Westwood’s office. I stared straight ahead and didn’t even turn my head to see the nurse help him back up.
Mr. Westwood went through the obligatory “violence is unacceptable” and “we will not tolerate this kind of behavior at our school” bullshit before suspending me from attending class for the rest of the week. At the moment I regretted nothing.
With the rest of the day off I decided to not think about what I had done or the fact that the entire school was more than likely thinking I was a flaming homosexual. I called Kelsey again.
“What?” she said with an impatient tone seeing as only about an hour had passed since I had called her last.
“Bitch, wake up. I’m coming over. We are getting breakfast, and I have a lot to tell you.” I said blankly, being that I was in no mood for anyone else’s crabby attitude.
“Fine, but you’re buying…”
“Okay…I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay? Bye”
I had something I needed to do, before I went over to see her. Not something I particularly wanted to do, but something that I couldn’t keep from doing…
The White Stripe
Sex God
O.K., "Stripey", Buddy! THAT got my attention! MORE, Soon, Please?
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
I doubt Volume Ten will be far off. Thanks so much for reading.
Thanks for long awaited chapter 9, it certainly sets the scene for a strong chapter 10! Great writing TWS!
I wonder what he had to do? *cues suspense/mystery music*
Craiger
JUB Addict
Wow, TWS. That was a twist I wasn't expecting. Particularly after the discussion Trent and Damon had and the intense intimacy during the night. Are we wrong to think Trent spilled the beans or is this an overreaction on Damon's part. I can't wait for Volume 10. As usual, excellent writing.
Craiger
Craiger
vampsrock1992
JUB Addict
WOW TWS that was an awesome chapter unexpected and majorly awesome. Caint wait for more just gets better and better.
Poozy1
Maverick Hunter
Very good I look forward to Volume 10!