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In the case of this chapter, French.[/i]\n\n\t[i]Shit[/i], Marlo thought. He turned off his phone and buried his head in his pillow.\n\n\n[center]TUESDAY [MORNING][/center]\n\n\n There was no reply by the time he got to school and had to turn his phone off, but he’d be facing Mitch any time soon now that he was walking into class. However, he decided to show up early to get changed before everyone else. When he was walking out he saw the other guys starting to fill the locker room and got pushed out of the way by Aaron as he entered the door. Spencer took a glance around and grabbed Marlo’s arm with his strong hand and pulled him to a corner where no one could see by a row of empty lockers.\n “So, [i]do[/i] you suck dick then?” he whispered with a following growl.\n “Wh-what? Let me go!” Marlo struggled to pull himself away, but Spencer squeezed tighter.\n “I bet you do, fag,” he said and threw his other hand down Milo’s shorts to grope between his legs. He could see a thrilled enjoyment in the doberman’s grin as he almost picked Marlo up digging his paw roughly into Marlo’s privates.\n “STOP IT!” he yelled panicking and Spencer let him go before anyone could see what he was doing to him. Heads had then turned and some others snickered while some had inquired about what was happening. The large doberman turned and licked his paw as he walked away facing the fox with a merciless grin on his face.\n Marlo ran out the door and into the gymnasium where he felt he was safer—from that at least. He shuddered feeling so violated, [i]I hate him so much[/i]. He wanted to cry. [i]I’m not safe[/i], he told himself over and over. He looked all around for the one he really needed, but Mitch was nowhere in sight. A throbbing rush of blood to his head made him light headed as he tried slowing down his rapid breathing.\n\n When the bell rang for the start of first period his mood fell even further with Mitch’s complete absence. After twenty minutes he doubted even his late arrival. He’d have to go in the locker room after class with no one watching his back for him. He had to think of something he could do. He instantly recalled the offer to switch to the girls’ locker room. Yes, he thought.\n While his classmates were split into two teams playing volleyball, he asked to see the teacher in private. He didn’t like the teacher as much as the ones who bullied him, he seemed like he’d have behaved the same at his age. He was a muscular buck who didn’t seem to care for feelings as he often tried to run P.E. like some sort of boot camp. Marlo turned around to see Spencer scowling at him from across the gymnasium as they stepped out. Marlo’s tail drooped and curled slightly between his legs.\n “M-mr. Hen-” he started.\n “What is it?”\n “I… was wondering if I could change locker rooms,” he began, but the buck rolled his eyes.\n “I didn’t sign up for this. When your parents explained to me about you they assured me I would have no problems,”\n “They’re being mean to m—,”\n “Well, then you should have thought about it sooner,” he said.\n[i]What?![/i], Marlo thought, [i]How could he say that?![/i]\n “You can change in the closet. That way no one will see what you are,” he growled and walked away ducking his antlers below the doorway back into the gym. Those words hit Marlo like a brick and he stood there shaking. [i]What I am…[/i]\n He edged slightly inside the doorway to resume his post on the team,\n “What was that about?” asked Lindsey, a rather plump Collie girl that had actually always been kind to him. Marlo said nothing and shook his head.\n\n When class was over he quickened pace into the locker room, grabbed his belongings and raced outside and into the closet before anyone could single him out. After he shut the door he began crying in its dark enclosure.\n\n Mitch never showed up the whole day. It began pouring a heavy rain fourth period and Marlo fantasized about him while sitting right next to the window watching the trees in the courtyard drip.\n After school he turned on his phone to check his messages.\n\n[b]Mitch[/b]: We’re out of state and are coming back tonight, my great grandma died\n\n The message had been sent sometime before noon. The next messages read:\n\n[b]Mitch[/b]: I thought it might be me\n[b]Mitch[/b]: You know I’m your only friend\n\n Marlo thought about that and blushed. [i]So then, it was [b]that[/b] obvious[/i]. \n\n[b]Mitch[/b]: I’m not going to lie you are cute for a guy\n\n His heart began racing as his dreams seemed to be coming true in a single text message. Even the rain beating on his umbrella as he walked home seemed cheerful. The smell of the rain was the smell of hope and chance and… furiously, Marlo began typing a response.\n\n[b]Marlo[/b]: School’s over. I’m sorry to hear about your grandma. I can’t wait to see you again\n\n He looked up at the grey, cloudy sky and smiled as if he saw a clear blue sky on a sunny day. [i]As long as he’s back I’ll not have to worry[/i].\n\n “Salut, mama! «What’s up?»” greeted Marlo entering his house with cheer in his voice. She looked up at him sitting on the sofa and setting down her glass of wine.\n «Marlo, honey, how’re you?» she responded noticing the brightness of his voice.\n “Excellente,” he said bolting up the stairs to drop his bag off at the entrance of his room and lie on his bed. [i]Bzzz bzzz.[/i]\n\n[b]Mitch[/b]: Is everything fine at school? Did you tell?\n\n Marlo freezed. He clenched his teeth and frowned remembering the disgusting feeling of Spencer’s invasion that morning. Not only would it make Mitch concerned, but even more mad at Marlo for not doing anything about it. [i]They don’t care…[/i] he thought remembering his P.E. teacher’s apathetic treatment of him as a nuisance. \n\n[b]Marlo[/b]: Didn’t say anything but nothing happened :-)\n\n[b]Mitch[/b]: Alright\n\n[b]Mitch[/b]: I’m looking out for you\n\n Marlo bit his bottom lip and fought back a grin, [i]I love you[/i]. He fantasized all day and occasionally reread the message from earlier. [i]I’m not going to lie, you are cute for a guy. You’re cute… for a guy. Cute for a guy.[/i] He rolled around the idea in his head that Mitch might be considering what Marlo’d hoped for the day he started school in this country. He really hoped things didn’t work out between Alex and him.\n\n The thoughts of Mitch and the recent revelation aroused Marlo to wildly fantasize their lives together in bed that night. They were graduating and going to college together and… making love every night… By second nature his paw slid beneath his underwear and suddenly the ferocious doberman’s grin broke his concentration. He could feel the painful grinding of Spencer’s hand from that morning. He saw the dog licking his paw and staring back at him with the message in his eyes that it wasn’t over. He stopped and pulled the blanket up to his chin and stopped what he was doing completely. Instead, he simply thought of laying next to Mitch and staring back in his eyes instead. [i]This sucks[/i].\n\n\n[center]WEDNESDAY [MORNING][/center]\n\n\n He came to school early the next day as well and began changing himself in the dusty closet. There was a mop and bucket threatening to trip him as he stumbled around with his shorts. He wanted to just stay in there the entire day and not come out… he waited. It was really quiet outside, but he could hear someone’s faint foot steps outside. Peace and quiet, Marlo relished in it facing away from the door bent down on his knees and resting his head in his arms. Mitch was going to be here today. He wanted to hug and kiss him immediately, unafraid of what the squirrel might think, because he already knew. Even if he were rejected he knew Mitch would understand and not turn his back on him… [i]I love him so much[/i], he thought before the door suddenly creaked open and a figure snuck in behind him shutting the door.\n “[i]Thought[/i] you’d be here early,” said an unmistakable and threatening voice.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "




05


Author’s note: The « » quotation marks are a sign that a foreign language is being spoken in place of English. In the case of this chapter, French.

\tShit, Marlo thought. He turned off his phone and buried his head in his pillow.


TUESDAY [MORNING]



          There was no reply by the time he got to school and had to turn his phone off, but he’d be facing Mitch any time soon now that he was walking into class. However, he decided to show up early to get changed before everyone else. When he was walking out he saw the other guys starting to fill the locker room and got pushed out of the way by Aaron as he entered the door. Spencer took a glance around and grabbed Marlo’s arm with his strong hand and pulled him to a corner where no one could see by a row of empty lockers.
          “So, do you suck dick then?” he whispered with a following growl.
          “Wh-what? Let me go!” Marlo struggled to pull himself away, but Spencer squeezed tighter.
          “I bet you do, fag,” he said and threw his other hand down Milo’s shorts to grope between his legs. He could see a thrilled enjoyment in the doberman’s grin as he almost picked Marlo up digging his paw roughly into Marlo’s privates.
          “STOP IT!” he yelled panicking and Spencer let him go before anyone could see what he was doing to him. Heads had then turned and some others snickered while some had inquired about what was happening. The large doberman turned and licked his paw as he walked away facing the fox with a merciless grin on his face.
          Marlo ran out the door and into the gymnasium where he felt he was safer—from that at least. He shuddered feeling so violated, I hate him so much. He wanted to cry. I’m not safe, he told himself over and over. He looked all around for the one he really needed, but Mitch was nowhere in sight. A throbbing rush of blood to his head made him light headed as he tried slowing down his rapid breathing.

          When the bell rang for the start of first period his mood fell even further with Mitch’s complete absence. After twenty minutes he doubted even his late arrival. He’d have to go in the locker room after class with no one watching his back for him. He had to think of something he could do. He instantly recalled the offer to switch to the girls’ locker room. Yes, he thought.
          While his classmates were split into two teams playing volleyball, he asked to see the teacher in private. He didn’t like the teacher as much as the ones who bullied him, he seemed like he’d have behaved the same at his age. He was a muscular buck who didn’t seem to care for feelings as he often tried to run P.E. like some sort of boot camp. Marlo turned around to see Spencer scowling at him from across the gymnasium as they stepped out. Marlo’s tail drooped and curled slightly between his legs.
          “M-mr. Hen-” he started.
          “What is it?”
          “I… was wondering if I could change locker rooms,” he began, but the buck rolled his eyes.
          “I didn’t sign up for this. When your parents explained to me about you they assured me I would have no problems,”
          “They’re being mean to m—,”
          “Well, then you should have thought about it sooner,” he said.
What?!, Marlo thought, How could he say that?!
          “You can change in the closet. That way no one will see what you are,” he growled and walked away ducking his antlers below the doorway back into the gym. Those words hit Marlo like a brick and he stood there shaking. What I am…
          He edged slightly inside the doorway to resume his post on the team,
          “What was that about?” asked Lindsey, a rather plump Collie girl that had actually always been kind to him. Marlo said nothing and shook his head.

          When class was over he quickened pace into the locker room, grabbed his belongings and raced outside and into the closet before anyone could single him out. After he shut the door he began crying in its dark enclosure.

          Mitch never showed up the whole day. It began pouring a heavy rain fourth period and Marlo fantasized about him while sitting right next to the window watching the trees in the courtyard drip.
          After school he turned on his phone to check his messages.

Mitch: We’re out of state and are coming back tonight, my great grandma died

          The message had been sent sometime before noon. The next messages read:

Mitch: I thought it might be me
Mitch: You know I’m your only friend

          Marlo thought about that and blushed. So then, it was that obvious.

Mitch: I’m not going to lie you are cute for a guy

          His heart began racing as his dreams seemed to be coming true in a single text message. Even the rain beating on his umbrella as he walked home seemed cheerful. The smell of the rain was the smell of hope and chance and… furiously, Marlo began typing a response.

Marlo: School’s over. I’m sorry to hear about your grandma. I can’t wait to see you again

          He looked up at the grey, cloudy sky and smiled as if he saw a clear blue sky on a sunny day. As long as he’s back I’ll not have to worry.

          “Salut, mama! «What’s up?»” greeted Marlo entering his house with cheer in his voice. She looked up at him sitting on the sofa and setting down her glass of wine.
          «Marlo, honey, how’re you?» she responded noticing the brightness of his voice.
          “Excellente,” he said bolting up the stairs to drop his bag off at the entrance of his room and lie on his bed. Bzzz bzzz.

Mitch: Is everything fine at school? Did you tell?

          Marlo freezed. He clenched his teeth and frowned remembering the disgusting feeling of Spencer’s invasion that morning. Not only would it make Mitch concerned, but even more mad at Marlo for not doing anything about it. They don’t care… he thought remembering his P.E. teacher’s apathetic treatment of him as a nuisance.

Marlo: Didn’t say anything but nothing happened :-)

Mitch: Alright

Mitch: I’m looking out for you

          Marlo bit his bottom lip and fought back a grin, I love you. He fantasized all day and occasionally reread the message from earlier. I’m not going to lie, you are cute for a guy. You’re cute… for a guy. Cute for a guy. He rolled around the idea in his head that Mitch might be considering what Marlo’d hoped for the day he started school in this country. He really hoped things didn’t work out between Alex and him.

          The thoughts of Mitch and the recent revelation aroused Marlo to wildly fantasize their lives together in bed that night. They were graduating and going to college together and… making love every night… By second nature his paw slid beneath his underwear and suddenly the ferocious doberman’s grin broke his concentration. He could feel the painful grinding of Spencer’s hand from that morning. He saw the dog licking his paw and staring back at him with the message in his eyes that it wasn’t over. He stopped and pulled the blanket up to his chin and stopped what he was doing completely. Instead, he simply thought of laying next to Mitch and staring back in his eyes instead. This sucks.


WEDNESDAY [MORNING]



          He came to school early the next day as well and began changing himself in the dusty closet. There was a mop and bucket threatening to trip him as he stumbled around with his shorts. He wanted to just stay in there the entire day and not come out… he waited. It was really quiet outside, but he could hear someone’s faint foot steps outside. Peace and quiet, Marlo relished in it facing away from the door bent down on his knees and resting his head in his arms. Mitch was going to be here today. He wanted to hug and kiss him immediately, unafraid of what the squirrel might think, because he already knew. Even if he were rejected he knew Mitch would understand and not turn his back on him… I love him so much, he thought before the door suddenly creaked open and a figure snuck in behind him shutting the door.
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