0 comments/ 15657 views/ 1 favorites Story of My Life Ch. 01 By: DaFaygoMan This story is a work of fiction. Please do not attempt to recreate or reenact anything you read in this story. This story is for entertainment purposes only. * Ever since the ninth grade, I had a crush...a craving...desire to be with one of my sister's best friends. Alicia was her name, a beautiful girl three years younger than me. My crush began in high school. She was only in sixth grade. I'd have to wait until my senior year for her to be in the same school. But it was the times that my sister would invite her over that got my heart going. My sister was the same age as Alicia. I took it upon myself to befriend Alicia as well. By the end of my senior year, we were as much of friends as she was with my sister. Prom came around; I felt good. I asked her to accompany me during that evening. She agreed. I was on thin air. I graduated high school but continued to carry a "schoolboy" crush. Alicia still visited, what seemed like everyday. I literally watched her grow from sixth grade to twelfth grade. Now a senor in high school, three years after me, she was now a gorgeous young woman. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I found myself hinting to her how much I wanted to be with her. I felt those hints falling into deaf ears, but I kept trying. Musically, I tried expressing all of my thoughts. But it was during a conversation with my sister that she put everything together. I pulled her aside and unloaded everything from day one. My heart emptied out to her only to hear a figurative door being slammed in my face. I depression settled over me. The first girl I could say I ever truly had a loving feeling for...nothing. I month goes by after bearing my soul to the one I wanted. It starts to settle in that I should move on. I stop looking at her as I did before. I feel now that I have no chance so I have nothing to lose. I start to do things and say things that I wouldn't have before. Feeling that everything that I felt was gone, I moved on. It was at a concert that I knew it wasn't really gone. It was when I saw Alicia lock lips with my brother Matt that it all came back. As their lips touched, it felt like a dagger piercing my heart. It felt like a slap in the face from Alicia. I could hear them laughing at me, Matt in particular, saying "I got her and you didn't, ha-ha!" even though it was all in my head, the pain was real. It took me several months to get used to the fact that the girl I longed for was now intimately involved with my own brother. I didn't look at her the same; she didn't look at me the same. We were strangers. The stress of the situation took a toll on me. I felt I could never put this much emotion into one person ever again. I sat awake in my bed for many nights thinking about this situation. Sometimes, I was even kept awake by the sounds of Matt and Alicia fucking in his bedroom right above me. I couldn't stand it, knowing she was naked only one floor above me; knowing he had his dick stuffed inside her. I had to make a move. I knew Alicia came to my house from her job everyday, went to Matt's room and waited in his bed until he got home. I knew that when he got home, they got it on. As everyone in my house was gone or sleeping, I decided to plant a small wireless mini-camera in Matt's room. On both sides of my brother's bedroom there were large spacers between the room walls and the outside walls of the house. I was able to crawl in and drill a hole aligned with Matt's bed. I could then place the camera on the other side of the wall, point the lens through the hole and capture an image of the bed. I transmitted the signal to my television on the lower floor and waited. As if on cue, Alicia showed up at my house as she did everyday. She walked in said "hi" and headed straight upstairs. I headed to my room to check on the action up in Matt's bedroom. As I got my TV going, I tuned into the feed and watched Alicia walk into the bedroom. After setting her keys and books on the bed, she began getting undressed. I watched as she pulled her shirt over her head. She tossed it aside and went for her jeans. She unbuttoned them and pulled them down below her ass. She sat on the edge of the bed and slid them off to the floor. She pulled herself back onto the bed and rested her head on Matt's pillow. She lifted her ass from the bed and pushed her panties to her feet. She pulled the sheets over her beautiful body and it looked as if she was trying to go to sleep. A few hours later, Matt came home from work and, without saying a word he headed upstairs to his room and to Alicia. I watched my monitor as Matt climbed into be with Alicia. One by one his clothes were pulled from under the sheets and tossed to the floor. Alicia climbed on top of Matt and disappeared under the covers. Matt rested his head on the pillow as the sheets near his waist bobbed up and down signifying that Alicia was stuffing her face full of cock. After several minutes, Alicia reappeared from under the sheets and sat hard on Matt's lap. Slowly she began to bounce and over time, picked up pace. Matt had a hold on her hips as she used Matt's pole to fuck herself. Matt quickly sat up and pulled Alicia down to the bed. He positioned himself between her legs and took control of the situation. I grew stiff as I watched Alicia getting penetrated. I didn't care for the fact that my brother was the one doing it. After a few minutes, Alicia got up and moved to the foot of the bed. Matt turned around and with both of them facing the camera now, Matt began fucking her doggy style. This view was by far the best. It gave me a great look of Alicia's face as her pussy was plugged. Her expressions showed pain, pleasure, uneasy, happiness, and more. Alicia's ass slapped up against Matt's hips for a few more times. Before he pulled out and shot his load all over her back. Matt then fell back and collapsed onto the pillow. Alicia fell forward and hung off the edge of the bed. The whole event took place in about 15 minutes. After Matt regained composure, he sat up and used a towel to clean off Alicia's back. She sat up and put her shirt back on before cuddling up and falling asleep with him. I shut off my TV as they drifted off to dreamland with each other. I sat in my bed starring into the blank screen. It was too much for me to handle without doing something. What, I thought, would be the outcome if I forced myself onto her? If I planned it right, would I be able to make sure she didn't know it was me? What if she did? What if my brother was to find out? Questions... Please check out my follow-up story, "story of my life - part two" when I decide to carry though with my devious plan. Story of My Life Ch. 01 I guess it's no surprise to most people, but I thought college would be more quiet and dead in a lot of ways, but every week is the same thing. Maybe a guy or two streaking through the halls at all times, a dorm room filled with drunken idiots constantly hollering at no one about nothing, trying to stick their manhood anywhere and the women who should just put a sign that says "Open for Business" hanging from they're hips trying to suck anything to arouse the boys - even if they're not horny, but that's sorta a laugh because so far everyone with a penis in this damn place always seems to have a permanent flag pole in their pants. As an 19-year-old woman, I guess it doesn't bother me so much considering the type of friends I had back in high school. What pushes my buttons is that my roomie doesn't seem to understand that not everyone on the entire campus wants to know where he's stuck it and how many girls he's apparently "plowed through" over the week. Really, if his tiny brain can't comprehend that I don't think his skills on how wet he can get a girl in five seconds is impressive, then I have lost hope for all of mankind. Tonight happened to be the night before a huge English test I had to cram for almost four hours straight earlier before my body was aching to be engulfed by my bed, but I guess Cody had some other plans for us because as soon as I was over-the-hill asleep, he came barging in like a madman, falling over anything that presented itself in the way of his jumbo feet. Normally, Cody came home drunk or at least half-assed drunk and would stumble to his bed before crashing into it like a building, but tonight he seemed a lot more lively and scatter-brained. I had to turn my light on after I heard something crash to the floor, which I found out was a mug of his. "Cody, what the fuck, dude? It's one in the morning." I glared at him, trying to rub the bright from my eyes. He didn't seem to notice I was there, I'm guessing, because he jolted from where he was crouched, picking up the glass, and stared at me wide-eyed. "Jamie, you's don't lived here." I sighed as he slurred his words and rolled my eyes. "Okay then, tell me where I do live then?" "I don't know, but dyke's don't get to live in my room." My eyebrow twitched up at that remark, wondering where the hell he gets this stuff from before I spoke up again. "What makes you think that?" "You never have any guys o-over and er'body knows you gotta fuck at least one stud before someone goes to thinkin' yous lick pussy." I laughed out loud on that one because in all honestly I don't think I heard a more ridiculous statement in all my life. By this time Cody had started fumbling through his drawers, intent on finding something when he started going through my drawers and to be blunt, he was pissing me the fuck off now. I was already standing by my bed when he started in on his bullshit story on sexuality, so it took me no time to hurry over to him and slap him upside the head. It didn't cause the reaction I wanted, he barely stopped looking long enough to acknowledge the fact that I had smacked him. So I did what any sensible woman would do: I screamed so loud in his ear that he had no choice but to save the value of his eardrum and stumble backwards. "What the fuck, Jamie?!" I picked up my clothes that had fallen out during his hunt and turned to face him, giving my best glare and using my index finger to poke him in the chest. "Look, fuckhead. I already have bad luck of sharing a dorm with you and quite frankly, your drunkass is pissing me off more than usual. Don't lay a hand on my goddamn stuff again or we have a problem, got it?" I hoped by the look he gave me it meant that he was at least a little worried and taken back by my half-assed threat. He gave no response, but a sort of grunt and he shoved passed me to get to his bed. I smiled to myself since I know if I had said that while he was sober, he wouldn't have backed down so easily. Considering his size also made me a little proud of myself, him being a whooping 6'1 and well built was like comparing a huge oak tree to a twig. I'm the twig in case that little metaphor didn't get you caught on. I'm only 5'4 and sure as hell skinny like a twig. It's more of a curse than a gift like some girls here make it seem. I have some muscles, but not enough to actually beat the famous Cody Barren. I'm sure my smack to his head back there pretty much made that clear enough. I looked over at him while he snorted and then farted. I sighed, rolling my neck back and forth before going back into my bed. Why I get myself into these shitty situations is beyond any one's normal train of thought. -=-=-=- "Wake the fuck up, bitch!" My eyes slowly dragged open and immediately shut tight against the stream of sunlight beating down against my face. I turned off the alarm on my phone that Kasey, my good for nothing best friend, kindly made for me without telling me how to set the ring so now I'm stuck with it. Have been for over three months and it's such a nice way to start the day. I sat up in my bed and tried to untangle the sheets from my legs for what seemed like ten minutes. Grumbling, I headed for the bathroom, punching Cody's foot as I passed to wake him up. All I got was loud, abrupt snort. Fine. The hell if I'm gonna be late for class because he's a drunken fucktard. After I showered, brushed my teeth and combed my hair into a tie, I heard a very loud crash come from the room. I ran out as fast as I could to see Cody standing by my dresser that was now laying on the floor with splinters of wood sticking up and out of it, clearly shit now. "Fuck! What happened!?" "I told you, I don't room with fucking dyke's, Jamie!" "Are you fucking insane?! That was my dresser you just destroyed, you motherfucker!" I ran at him and with all my might I raised my fist and threw the hardest punch I could muster, but before I connected to his stupid chin, his stupid hand swatted me out of the way like a bug on a stupid windshield. I wasn't going to stop without at least giving him one bruise, so I kicked his shin as hard as I could with my heel and that got him to jump around, holding it. Not what I wanted, but good enough for now. I jumped back up and got in his face. "You're gonna clean that up, you ass, and pay for a new one!" After he recovered, he yanked me by my forearm and started dragging me out of the room, leaning down to grab a handful of clothes before opening the dorm room door and throwing me out with the clothes. He stood in front of the door in case I tried prying in and glared the meanest glare I ever saw. "What? You think I was too drunk to remember what the people down at the party were saying about you? No dyke's on my turf, you bitch. Last thing I need is my girls getting infected with your bullshit." I don't think I ever knew what rage was until that moment and I said the best and/or worst thing I could say, considering I really am not a lesbian: "What was that? You're scared I'm getting more pussy than you?" As it was, that only pissed him off more before he slammed the door in my face, yelling through the door: "Find another place to crash from now on, whore." I don't think that line I threw at him helped. I honestly don't have an issue with gay people, but I'm not gay. I very well know this about myself and to think these people were so bored they decided to throw out the first thing they're sad little brains could think of; If Jamie Sanders never goes out and is rarely seen with a guy - she must be gay and therefore infectious. The little problem with their theory is that not only is it rare to see me out with a guy, but a girl as well. Fuck, I'm as anti-social as they come! I didn't have time to think of that bullshit, sadly, because now I had to roam the campus to find someone who standards are low enough to allow me a place to stay for awhile. I picked up what little clothes the prick gave me and started towards the main office. As I walked, the whole situation started really sinking in now that my adrenaline had lowered enough for productive thinking. Cody and I never really got along, but I never thought he was this low of a person. We had our fights, but we got over it and went back to ignoring each other like always. To think that he had a problem over everything else between us just because he heard I was gay is disgusting of him. The more I thought of the whole thing and actually now worrying if I'd even get a place to stay, I felt extremely insecure and sad. Now that I know how one person's reaction is to a rumor and no doubt many others heard the same thing, I felt exposed and raw for everyone to see. It's was humiliating to have people pointing at me as I stalked across campus with a arm full of clothes, to say the least. My face was cherry red by the time I made it to the office. I didn't feel like talking through my pile of clothes, so I set them down at my feet and looked up to the person sitting at the desk. She seemed about forty-something and didn't really have the nicest gesture in her eyes. When she looked at me, I kinda squirmed a bit before asking what I really didn't want to ask. "Um, hi. I was, uh, kinda kicked out of my dorm room and I was wondering if I could possibly get into a new one?" God, I hate this. She eyed me up and down slowly before turning to her computer screen. "Name, please?" "Jamie Sanders and my roommate is - was Cody Barren." As she typed everything in, asking questions like what had happened, me keeping out the core reason, and who started what I had a bad feeling she was about to turn this into like it was nothing. A pat on the wrist for fighting, maybe even a gold star taken off my list. I don't know, but her face seems like it has a hard time keeping good news on it. "Well, I can't just give you another room because you got into a fight with your boyfriend, Miss Sanders." What? Is she being serious? "Uh, I'm sorry, I think you're mistaken; he's not my boyfriend. We don't even like each other." "Still, this is college, not kindergarten. Act like adults and work things out. If things still don't resolve, I'll think of asking the head principle." I couldn't even understand her thinking pattern. I just started at her with wide-eyes and a mouth hanging open, I think I caught a few bugs. This was not happening, not to me. Of all people, I'm the quiet one. The shy one and the one who is so tired of dealing with shitty people. Oh my god, I'm about to smack a bitch. "Wow, whatever. Thanks for nothing." She just shook her head like it was nothing, just two kids going at it again. Wasting her time and space, like she even had a life. She's a skeleton with legs and hardly any hair left on top of her stupid little head. Okay, I know I'm bad with the insults, cut me a break. As I stormed out as best I could what with the clothes and all, I noticed a man that had been sitting in one of the chairs, it seemed like he was listening. I didn't give him another glance as I walked across campus again, obviously missing my first class and English test. I set everything I had down on a bench and sat next to it, just chilling out like some homeless person. I kept getting all sort of looks from different people. Many of them seemed to have now known the cause of my seemingly weird situation and stayed very far from my area. This was all too much. I'm a sophomore in college, I never hurt anyone or at least I tried my best not to, I focused on my work and barely had any friends here to act annoying in public with. High school was even better than this and the cheerleaders there gave me hell, but at least they didn't ruin my reputation over nothing. I ran my hands through my hair, sighing and wincing at the headache that was now slamming it's way through my brain. I rested my head into my heads and closed my eyes for what seemed like a long time when I felt someone standing over me. I looked up to see the guy that was in the office and I did almost anything but keep my eyes from shooting out of my skull. This man was ungodly gorgeous from head to toe. How I didn't notice this in the office, I'm not sure, but holy motherfuck of hell. He seemed even taller than Cody, defiantly was tanner and maybe not as big in muscle wise like Cody, but you could still see the define tone to his slender figure and that smile, ohmygod, that smile could swoon a million of those bitchy college office ladies. "Hey, I heard your problem back at the office and noticed you're still in a rut. My name's Tommy Arker, but you can call me Tom." He held out his hand to me, still smiling that goddamn smile. He wants to touch me? Someone so lowly to him? Okay, I wasn't thinking straight, he wasn't a Greek god, but lets face it - it's still amazing that he was acknowledging me. I tentatively put out my shaky hand to shake his firm one. "I'm Jamie Sanders and, uh, yeah. Looks like I'm bunkin' with the squirrels tonight." Holy hell, even his laugh is sexy. What is wrong with him?! He's too gorgeous to be human. I almost would've punched him in the arm, but I'm assuming that's not what you do to someone who wants to talk to you and who is also this smokin'. He shook my hand two times before, sadly, letting go and resting his hands in his pockets. "Well, Jamie, I know this is really weird for someone to just come up and ask this, but I don't know if you're in a position to deny it." Ohmygod, ohmygod. "So, would you like to crash at my dorm for the time being? I have a room to myself and figure it'd be better to have someone that really needs it other than get some random jackass." I stared at him with deer-in-headlights eyes and nodded quickly. God, I'm a geek. "S-sure, thanks! Wow, that's really nice of you. I swear it's only for the time being, I'll start finding my own place right away tomorrow. Thank you, again." He laughed that amazing laugh once more and shook his head slightly and looked at me with a crooked head. "Really, it's okay. I would hope someone would do the same for me if I was stuck in a problem like you." With that said, we headed for his dorm, with me panicking the whole way. How was I going to room with someone I've instantly got the hots for? I'm a shorty with no talent in flirting at all. As we got closer to the dorm, I promised to keep my mouth shut. Last thing I need is to be kicked out for trying to maul Tom's poor face off with my lips. Which, I'm scared might actually become an actual truthful fact. When we made it there after 15 minutes of silent awkwardness, he opened the door for me and as I stepped in, I took in a deep breath. Thus began my life trying to keep my feelings at bay with Tommy Arker. Story of My Life Ch. 02 As time went on with Tommy Arker, life got a bit more rough on campus. Whenever I was seen out in public I was glared at or people made it obvious that they didn't welcome my company. Even a few days ago a rather nerdy came up to me and decided to demand that I leave the library while I was working on my makeup work for that English test I missed. To make a long story short, I told him not to cross me again or I'd make his glasses go up a place the sun don't shine. At least I can still make some people scared of me. Tom had no idea about why I was kicked out, just that Cody was an asshole, but he already knew that before meeting me. I didn't feel like it would help me any to get kicked out again by another prick and besides, things were okay with Tom and I. We didn't ignore each other like Cody and I had, but we didn't really have those great, long conversations either. We were okay and comfortable living with one another. Well, I think he was a bit more comfortable considering he always walked around topless. I was fine with us not always talking or one not coming home until late from the library because I was getting more worried about my attraction to him. One way or another, I had to act semi-normal at all times around him or all hell would break loose. It was later that day that almost made me go into shock because I had forgotten that we made it a point to put a sock on the bathroom doorknob to let the other know it was taken for the moment and Tommy almost choked back his water he was chugging when he walked in on me stepping out of the shower in all my glory. All I remember at that moment was me screaming and looking around quickly to try and find that damned towel, Tommy coughing water everywhere and stumbling his way out the bathroom, yelling: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Oh god, sorry!" When I came out after a long time of putting clothes on and calming my red face down, he was sitting on his bed, watching some T.V. show when he shyly glanced at me and said: "I really am sorry, Jamie. I had no idea you were in there." With how cute he looked, being all shy and whatnot I wasn't mad. I was permanently sacred, but anger was not in my body. "No, it was my fault. I totally spaced on putting a sock on the handle." "Well, I still should have at least knocked." "Really, Tom. It's okay." He seemed to still feel bad, but took my reassurance and went back to his show while I plopped onto my bed, opened my laptop and checked my e-mail. When I came across the title: "Fuck Life!" I knew it was my sister and her rants again. I opened the e-mail to read almost a novel's worth of bullshit that she went on and on about. Finally something that actually seemed important to me was her stating that Dad was going about his ways again and if I was thinking correctly about what she meant, that wasn't a good sign. Our dad use to have a real alcohol problem when we were little. I was older than my sister, Rena, by two years and I tried really hard to not let her see Dad act the way he did when he had too much to drink. He started up on that after our mom died when I was eight-years-old in a car crash on the way to her work. Ever since that my dad never left the house and when he did, it was to go get more alcohol. It got so bad that once I actually had to call 9-1-1 because he was shaking like he was in his own personal earthquake and puking everywhere. Not a sight that kids want to see or deal with, but I did and I had to make sure that Rena stayed up in our room while it all happened. So knowing that he seemed to be going towards his old ways really worried me, I'm three hours away from home while Rena's all on her own over there with him. I didn't want her to go through what I had to all my childhood. It was a great day when Dad had a reality check after he woke up the next day after one of his rages and saw the aftermath of it. When he saw us crying on the living room couch, crying, he forced himself to go to rehab. I typed a long letter back, giving my sympathy to her other stuff before focusing on Dad. I made sure she knew to call me if anything was turning back into the way it was, that I'd speed all the way back to help her, and to try and hide Dad's stash. When I closed the laptop, I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment to gather my thoughts. "Everything okay, Jam's?" I looked up at Tom who was now sitting on the floor against his bed and staring at me with some concern. I just smiled and nodded. "Oh yeah, just trying to focus on the real world now that I'm done reading my sister's rant on why everything sucks." That got him to crack a smile and chuckle. "Well, you know how siblings can be. I've been there one too many times before." "You have siblings?" "Mhmm, I have an older brother and a little sister, but they both act like they're still in preschool." I smiled and stood up, stretching my back before going to brush my teeth when I noticed Tom had lingered his gaze on me a little and I don't know if my ego was high that moment, which I don't really have one, but ya'know I could have sworn he was staring at my stomach since I had a short tank on. I rolled my eyes behind my eyelids, reminding myself that I am a stick, hence why so many guys in middle school made fun of me non-curvy hips. When everything went dark in the room later that night, I couldn't sleep. I was just too worried about Dad and Rena. I've always loved my dad, no matter what hell he put us through because I understood his pain. Well, I understood as much as an eight-year-old could anyways. Growing up with him in rehab, struggling to stay there, Rena and I always pushed him to keep moving and tried our best to make him feel loved. It sort of sucked to not have been able to grieve over our mother. Rena had her time because she didn't have to watch out for Dad. Dad didn't handle it appropriately, but as he went to rehab he started letting it out and sooner or later he was decently okay. I just stared at the ceiling while I tried figuring it out. What was Dad's problem now? As I thought this over for countless minutes, I heard Tom mumble in his sleep rather angrily. Leaning against my elbows, I tried to get a look over at him with the moonlight shining on him, but I barely saw much. I could see his form, but that was it. He growled in a way and slammed his fist in the mattress, causing me to jump a little. Jesus, what is he dreaming about? He didn't seem to stop with hitting the bed at times or grunting loudly, so I did the stupid thing and tip-toed over to him, trying to get a look at him up-close. He muttered something that sounded like: "Fuck off." and punched out again, catching his leg with his fist and that caused him to grunt out in pain. I didn't really want to explain to him the next day why he was covering in bruises, so I leaned over him and gentle shook him. "Tom, hey. Wake up, you're beatin' the shit out of yourself." When he didn't do anything but roll on to his back, I shook him again, harder this time and I guess that was a bad move because his eyes shot opened and he grabbed me by the waist. Before I could think he yanked me on top of him and rolled over so he could pin me down. I was scared, to say the least. I just stared up at him as he breathed ragged into my face, looking like he could be related to the Hulk. He seemed to still be asleep, how the hell he could still be sleeping was beyond me. "Whoa now. Tom, before you do something stupid, it's me. Jamie." He seemed to catch that a little because he mumbled: "Jamie?" confusingly. "Yes, Jamie. You're having a bad dream and - " Before I could finish my sentence, I felt something grow down in his pants and I'm guessing it wasn't a banana. I couldn't even speak up, I was so embarrassed and shocked. I just stared up into his hazy eyes, knowing he was still out of it because had he been awake, he would've already jumped off me. "Jamie." He growled, leaning down to my neck and gently licking it. Okay, holy shit. This can't be happening. After the lick, he stared grinding into me with his now hard member and I regrettably let out a soft moan before gasping in shock. Alright, so it's really happening. Jesus Christ. I took a deep breath as he kept grinding slowly, trying to think a way out without waking him up and humiliating not only me, but him as well. The only thing I could think of was to plug his nose with my free hand until he shook his head violently and that's when I took the moment to scurry out from underneath him and ran across to my side of the room. I heard him mutter in confusion before hearing a soft snore. I walked back over to see him sleeping and, I hope, peacefully this time. Breathing out a low sigh of relief, I crawled back into my bed, trying not to think of how sexy that was and how I got turned on. I groaned softly into my pillow, trying to fall asleep. I just hoped he wouldn't remember this tomorrow and just think it was dream. It was around three in the morning before I could fall into a half-sleeping state. "Wake the fuck up, bitch!" Ugh, I need a new damn ring tone. I blinked a few million times in a row before rolling on my back and closing my eyes for a bit longer, remembering what incident took place over on my roomie's side of the dorm. As shocking and weird it was, I had enjoyed being close to someone so handsome and charming. I had never knew what it felt like to have some one's body weight on top of you, to have someone so turned on, of course he was sleeping, but still, it was nice. I sat up in my bed and before I opened my eyes fully, I heard Tom's laughter as he walked back into the room on his cell phone. Looking over at him, he seemed to have already gotten dressed and ready for class. That's one thing I'll never understand about him, unlike Cody he actually gets to class on time and no matter how late he stays out, he wake up when he needs to. The only reason he would stay out though was if he needed to work on stuff at the library or occasionally get a drink with some friends. "Alright, I'll call you later then. Love you too." As he closed his cell phone, he waved it at me and chuckled. "My mom is the strangest person I know." I grinned at him while I stood up and cracked my back. "Well, mom's are the only ones who can pull it off." "How weird is your mom?" He asked me as he walked towards his dresser, skimming through his drawers. In the past I just told people I didn't have a mom, but it always got awkward and so I always bent the truth a bit and answered their questions like she might still be around. "Oh, she's the weirdest one I know." "Ha ha, I bet she's just like you." Yeah, I bet so too. I nudged him as I made my way to the bathroom, placing a sock on the handle this time and closed the door, looking in the mirror, studying my features. I already know that I got my dad's nose and eyes, but he never told me what I had of mom's or even reminded me what she was like. I vaguely remember him saying something about my hair being like hers. I fingered my hair a bit before throwing it up into a hair tie. I rubbed my face tiredly and got ready for class. I already knew it would be just like every other day like it has been since that day a couple weeks back. People would glare, make snide remarks towards my sexuality that didn't even exist, and scoff at me while I worked. It's a good thing Tom is never around me in public because I don't need him to hear about me being a "dyke" or have someone come up to him and warn him that I might infect his future girlfriends. As I walking outside, heading over to my art class I saw a rather big girl make her way towards me. She didn't seem happy, but it seemed like she was never really happy much. I stopped as she stood right in front of me, glaring hardcore and tapping her foot. She looked like she was on the wrestling team. The guy's wrestling team. "What's this I hear about you being a faggot?" "Well, I don't know. You're the one that heard it, not me." "Don't get smart, bitch." She hovered over me and I tried hard not to stagger away from her dragon breath. She seemed seriously pissed off and I was in no position to fuck with her or give any attitude. "I really can't stand what I've been hearing about you." "You don't even know me, why do you care?" "Because I hear you wanna fuck me." I bit back a laugh, trying to calm myself before a seriously fucked up. She leaned down and got two inches from my face smiling an evil smile and cocking her head to one side. "What? I ain't hot enough for a fag like you?" "Can you just please leave me alone? I haven't done shit to you." "No, don't think I can." "Oh for godsake, I'm so tired of you people! Fuck off!" I was started to get angry, but that's when her fist connected to my face and everything went black. Nothing ever seemed to go right for me. Nothing at all.