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A/N – Thank you miss Random Insights for your review. I appreciate it.
Not much to say. Only that I'm kinda trying to do a Marry Higgins Clark here. Anyway, Please enjoy.
Roses for My Man
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I'm stuck in ink,
It may be my only link
To sharpened fingers -- Dizzles the Dizzy
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Chapter 2
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Doug sighed as he and the other jocks made their way to the tables. It was finally lunch time and he could finally eat. Not that he didn't do that sort of activity normally, just when he was on a case, he found that he ate a whole lot more than he figured he should. That was why he got the punching bag in his apartment and dragged Harry along for a jog on the weekends.
Of course, it wasn't because Tom was so lean and slightly muscular. Well, he was strong enough to knock him out for two seconds, but in the end Doug knew he could take his partner on. As he and the other jocks sat down at the table, the ditzy cheery leaders met up with them. The leader was Mildred Wilson. She had long blond hair and blue eyes. She wore the dark blue, green and purple of the school colors nicely.
"Hey, Brent!" she giggled. It hurt Doug's ears.
"Hey, honey," Brent smiled and kissed her.
"Who's the new kid?" Mildred asked.
"I'm Doug Hall,"
"Cool, did you lot see that other new kid? The weird one?" Mildred giggled. She liked to giggle, as did the other girls who had joined them.
"The weird one…?" Doug blinked.
"Yeah the one who kinda punk and kinda Goth? Anyway, he's a total fag," Mildred giggled.
"And how do you know that one, dear?" Brent asked.
"Milo and I were spying on him; you should have seen the looks he was getting from some of the older guy's…he was sending out total signals, it was all – ooooh -- ya know?" Mildred smiled and giggled. She couldn't stop giggling.
"If you didn't giggle the whole time I was with you, I would have thought you had the hots for that ass-hole," Brent said.
"Please! Like I'd fall for anyone but you! That's totally stupid," Mildred giggled.
"I know," Brent replied.
"Are you sure he's gay? I mean, what if it's something else and you're just reading into it?" Doug asked.
"How would you know? A woman intuition is totally keen on this sort of thing. Like, if my intuition hadn't told me to get with Brent-baby, I'd never be with him," Mildred said oh so cleverly (but she still giggled!).
"Sorry, I was just asking," Doug muttered, and then he ignored her in favor of his food. Mildred and Brent ignored the rest of the people at the table as they started a make out session; which made Doug want to throw food at them.
It was at that moment that Tommy Callahan entered the lunch line. He looked board to death and he yawned. Doug watched seven other kids around Callahan yawn and so did he. It took the boy only a few minutes to get his lunch. Meanwhile he was looking for a table with a free spot. As Doug watched the kid, he decided to stir up some trouble. If he picked on the kid, then maybe he would be able to get in on the GBG, otherwise known as the Gay Bashing Game.
As Tommy Callahan passed by the table full of Jocks, Doug put his foot put to trip the boy, however, Tommy stopped hid step and gave him an amused look; "Was that for me?" he asked.
"What's it to you?" Doug muttered.
"Oooh, sorry your little trick didn't work out quite right, I suppose I'll try harder to not see the oldest trick in the book when it hits me directly in the face," Tommy said sarcastically. Around him the table was getting looks and students started to talk. Tommy gave Dough a playful look. With everyone looking at him, Doug knew he had to take charge. He stood up and whacked a closed fist against the palm of his hand.
Tommy smirked, he didn't look worried for a moment, however, when Doug just out and out punched him in the face, Tommy wasn't so sure that his partner's brain was attached to his skull. He stumbled back and for a few moments he had to get his bearings because the dizziness was a bit too much. Then with a growl, he launched himself at Doug Hall. They went tumbling across the table and fell onto several innocent students and after that the floor where they started hitting and punching the shit out of each other.
Around them; students gathered and started chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!" over and over again. Their were calls of encouragement for both Tommy Callahan and Doug Hall. No one noticed when several teachers ran over and started to pull the students off of each other.
"STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" Principle Walker yelled. It seemed to quiet those around them and in a few moments, the teachers had the two students pulled apart. Both sported bleeding noses and Tommy was sure to not be able to breathe comfortably for a while.
"Callahan! I know you started this!" Walker turned to the boy in question.
"Fuck off, Teach," Tommy said, he pulled himself away from the teachers who had a hold of him and walked off. He wasn't about to listen to any of that man's lectures.
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Captain Adam Fuller glared at the two men. By now, Tom was sporting a black eye and was holding his middle a bit. Doug didn't seem to be too hurt; he had a bruise on his cheek. But it seemed as though Tommy got his ass kicked the day at school.
"Did you find out anything?" Fuller asked.
"Some of the guy's on the team seem to hate gay's; I think some of them might actually be behind the beatings," Doug Penhall shrugged.
"I figured getting into a fight might be a good way to get Dougie in with that group a bit more. He showed them he can hold his own, at least," Tom put in with a cringe of pain.
"Next time, don't go overboard," Fuller sighed.
"Okey-doke, Coach," Tom nodded.
"I'm gonna get Tommy looked at, I think I might have bruised something," Doug said.
"Go ahead and take the rest of the day, you two still need to be at school tomorrow," Fuller replied with a nod.
The two exited the office and Tom made his way to his desk; "I don't need to be looked at," he groused.
"Yes you do, I didn't think I was hitting you that hard,"
"Its fine," Tom rolled his eyes.
"Are you sure about that?" Doug blinked.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be fine," Tom said. He grabbed up his stuff and surfed for his key's.
"Okay, but if it gets worse, call me," Doug said, making the international sign for calling up someone.
"Okay," Tom agreed just so that he could get out of the office.
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He watched as the young man clutched at his middle as he walked up the stairs. He growled, someone had hurt his Tommy and that would not do. He was contemplating going in there and taking the young man right that moment. But it wouldn't do. It was still too early.
He hoped Tommy would like the present he left him though.
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Tom overlooked it at first. It stood on the table with a large enveloped besides it. Tom put his stuff down in the hallway and went to the kitchen for a beer, which was when he finally noticed the huge bouquet of roses. He stood there, confused, there had been no sign that someone had broken into his apartment. Nothing had been moved that he could see. He was such a clean freak when he wasn't stressed or depressed that he knew for a fact that nothing had been moved.
He approached the roses slowly, looking for anything that might indicate it to be a bomb. There was card, it read: To my Tommy. There was no signature on it. Tom picked up the envelope and pulled out black and white pictures of his with Judy and Doug at the park playing Frisbee on their day off. The next photo was of him in his boxers watching bowling and having a beer, just relaxing in his own home. The third one was of him sleeping…it had been taken from the hallway.
That meant that whoever left him the roses had been in his apartment before. How was it that he hadn't noticed before?
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Tom made a stop at the hardware store; he picked up knew deadlocks and several other locks. There were three dead locks; he would have to drill in new holes into the door jam. But that honestly didn't matter. Someone was stalking him and Tom needed to make sure that they couldn't get into the apartment. He got new blinds to hang up and heavy curtains. He also got another gun to keep in the bedroom.
When he got home – nothing had been changed. Either his stalker was watching him still and had finished with their games, or he had gone home when they thought he was safely inside the home. Tom set to work putting the locks on. It took him half the night and a fight with the landlady to get the job done. But in the end, it was worth it.
Now, he was in bed. Trying to sleep, trying to keep the pain from his aching ribs at bay. He should have gone to the hospital, but he didn't want to admit to being in that much pain. It would only validate Doug on the whole hospital issue. However, there was a nagging feeling that he had forgotten something important.
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Tommy Callahan was tired when he showed up at the school the next day. He walked by Doug and the Jocks with nary a look in their direction. That decision helped him not to see the look of longing Doug threw in his direction. It did, however, spurn on a teen in his direction.
"Hi, you knew ain't ya?" the teen asked.
"Yeah…"
"I'm Jimmy, what's your name?" Jimmy asked.
"Tommy,"
"Nice to meet you, man you did okay in that fight yesterday," Jimmy said.
"Okay? Only okay?" Tommy propped an eyebrow at the boy.
"Yeah, sorry man, but that dude has it over ya," Jimmy shrugged.
"It doesn't matter," Tommy replied with a shrug.
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