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Warning! Sexual content in this chapter, as well as explicit masturbation!
Chapter 3
BUZZ.
BUZZ.
BUZZ.
Troy groaned as his alarm continued to ring. He shot his hand out from under the covers to shut it off and immediately recoiled, hissing in pain. Apparently, the night before had not been a nightmare and... and it was all his fault. He sighed and sat up in bed, very slowly in failed attempts to keep his pain to a minimum. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He stood up and looked around his room for a some clothes and his books. He took a few steps to his dresser when his dad suddenly walked into the room without knocking. After seeing that his son was naked, he wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Stop jerking off and get ready for school."
Troy rolled his eyes at his father, annoyed that he would actually make a comment like that, and finished walking over to his dresser. Suddenly, Jack was behind him and grabbed his wrist, turning Troy so his son would be facing him. He grabbed a handful of Troy's hair and pulled, forcing Troy's blue eyes to look into his own. Troy hissed and reluctantly looked at his father.
"Don't disrespect me, boy."
And as soon as he had come, Jack was once again out of the room. Troy leaned against his dresser and let out the breath he was holding; he was just relieved that his father didn't decide to do anything to him right before he needed to be at school. After cooling his jets a little, he turned around and opened his drawers, fishing out a pair of boxers and some clothes to wear for school. He smiled inwardly when he realized that any shirt could cover his back and the cuts and bruises littering it. At the thought of his back, Troy's concern and curiosity brought him to the bathroom so examine his wounds from the night before. He looked in the mirror, craning his neck to see better, and saw angry, swollen cuts on his back, covered everywhere else by deep, purple bruises. His back screamed in protest at the constant movement, but Troy was glad he was getting used to it now so that he would be able to deal with it during classes.
After gingerly pulling his shirt over his head and pulling on a pair of jeans, Troy headed downstairs and once again ate alone, only this time his father was just avoiding him. Troy absentmindedly wondered what his dad was going to do about working at East High, but the thought really wasn't bothering him anyway. Troy finished his breakfast and put his bowl in the sink, grabbing his bag and heading out the door. Today, Troy decided to walk since he really didn't live that far away and everything that has been going on was really putting Troy in no state to drive anything.
After the twenty minute walk, Troy finally arrived at school just in time for homeroom. He ran to his locker, through his stuff inside and grabbed what he needed before running full speed to Darbus' room, ignoring the screaming that his back surely would have been doing should it have been able to talk. He walked in just as the bell rang for the beginning of homeroom. Ms. Darbus looked at Troy with a disapproving look, but didn't say anything because technically, Troy wasn't late.
Troy didn't really notice that Ms. Darbus even looked at him when he walked in and just went straight to his seat. He sat next to Chad, nodding his head in greeting, but pretty much remaining to himself. This, of course, did not go unnoticed by Chad, nor by Gabriella who was expecting a smile or a wave from her boyfriend. Chad just merely let it go; everyone had the right to have a bad day. Maybe Troy was just having his? Gabriella, on the other hand, knew that even if Troy was having a bad day, he would at least look at her before he sat down. She felt a small pang of worry tug at her subconscious, and made a mental note to ask Troy if everything was okay later on that day.
Troy sighed and stared down at his desk, waiting for the bell to ring, waiting for anything that would distract him enough so he would stop thinking about his horrible father. He quickly squeezed his eyes shut and counted to ten, clearing his mind. He looked up just as Ms. Darbus was finishing her announcements for the day.
"Oh, and Mr. Bolton, our basketball coach, has resigned. You will have a new one today at practice. His name is Mr. Opese, and he is very excited to meet the team."
Troy stared stupidly at his homeroom teacher, his brain slowly calculating what was just said. His father had quit? He looked over at Chad, who was looking back with confusion.
"Why isn't your dad coaching anymore, Troy?" He asked, along with other glances and verbal questions from the other team members. Troy just shook his head and tried to play it off that he had known all along.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. He found a better job that pays better. And we could always use the money. No big deal. I'm sure the new coach will be just as good as dad was."
Troy looked at his teammates with a look that said, It's nothing new. Things like this happen every day.
It's true. Things like that did happen every day. But usually someone knows about it. Why hadn't Troy said anything? In fact, why does Troy look so troubled by this?
These were questions that ran through Chad's head as he looked at his best friend, who had gone back to staring at his copybook. There must have been something extremely interesting on the cover. Despite everything that Chad was noticing, he didn't say anything. How could he? If he took a step back and looked at the situation, it would be very normal for something like this to happen. But Chad just had the feeling that something was up with Troy, he just couldn't put his finger on it. He mentally shrugged and let the thought leave him. After all, if there was something bothering Troy he would have said something. Troy knew he could trust Chad, and Chad knew that Troy knew it.
All his weird thoughts and worries gone from his mind, Chad got up with everyone else when the bell rang and caught Troy before he left for math.
"Hey, Troy! You wanna hang out after school today?" Chad hoped Troy would say yes because they hadn't hung out in a while, but Troy shook his head.
"No, sorry man, I have to help my dad with his new job stuff."
Troy seemed to be getting better and better at coming up with lies, and he was glad to see that his friends were buying them. Chad looked a little dejected but nodded nonetheless because he understood having to help your parents.
"Well alright, maybe this weekend? At that, Chad clapped Troy on the shoulder and walked down the hallway, heading for his next class. Troy just responded with a small "Yeah" and tensed his entire body as Chad walked away. The pain from his dad's belt was still excruciating and the playful hit his friend gave him didn't help at all. He groaned as he eased his body into relaxation again and began to walk down the hall toward math when a pair of arms wrapped themselves firmly around his middle, earning an audible yelp from Troy this time.
Gabriella looked up at Troy with worry on her face, quickly letting Troy go. "Troy? What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Troy just nodded, biting the inside of his cheek before responding, trying to sound as pain-free as possible. "Yeah, Gabs, you just really scared me, that's all." He said, smiling and forcing a laugh that sounded pretty genuine. Gabriella smiled back sweetly and laughed with him. "Oh, sorry, I didn't think I could scare you. But I guess I can!" She smirked triumphantly at Troy and he felt his stomach do a flip. He couldn't help himself and quickly kissed her; it was his turn to surprise her. She smiled mischievously at him and said, "Do you wanna hang out tonight?" At once, Troy nodded his head, blood quickly rushing toward his naval. "Yes! I mean, That'd be great! But can we go to your house? Mine is kinda messy with my dad having his new job stuff everywhere."
Gabriella beamed excitedly at Troy and nodded. "Sure! Be there by seven."
Troy watched as His girlfriend walked down the hallway, not helping his slightly hard erection. "Bye." Was all he said as he almost skipped down the hall toward his math class, his earlier worries, concerns, and angers completely forgotten.
Troy walked into math class on time for once! He strode back to his chair, feeling lighter than air because of his awesome girlfriend. They would also be able to finish what they had started the other day... Troy's mind began to wander but he willed himself to stop because he didn't feel like getting a boner in class and having to go up to the board to solve a problem. Mr. Mac liked to do that because he knew how much troy sucked at math. The last thing he needed was that. He started to pay attention to the class and actually got a problem right.
Shit, this day is going great! Troy thought as he left math class and headed for the gym for practice. As he entered the gym he caught site of the new coach. He seemed really athletic, but he also looked like a pretty nice guy. Troy nodded to him and muttered "Hey" as he walked into the locker rooms to change. He sat down, trying to remember the dude's name when Chad came up and sat next to him.
"So you wanna hang on Friday? There's no school or work the next day, so you can't possibly be busy!" He asked Troy. Troy looked at Chad, a little confused at his comment, but then remembered that he had lied to Chad about not being able to go out tonight. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, man, I can definitely hang out on Friday."
"Good! Good!" was all that Chad had the chance to say when the whistle rang for everyone to get out of the locker room and begin practice. Troy quickly ripped his pants off and threw on his shorts, then changed his shirt, being extra careful to keep his back toward a corner so no one would see his cuts and bruises. He then followed the rest of the team out into the gym.
The first thing the coach did was introduce himself.
"Hi. My name is Tom Opese, and I don't care if you call me Tom to my face, but you have to call me coach in front of other teachers and staff. I'm real excited to work with you guys because I hear you have great strength as a team and have even more potential than that. Good. Now, even though I know I was told correctly, I want you guys to scrimmage today so I can figure out who's who and what the team's strengths and weaknesses are. Then, we can start to fix things that need to be fixed and do a little tweaking. I'm sure we'll win the championship game, since you guys have already been practicing for it with Coach Bolton for a while now. Ok, that's it. Go to it."
Coach Tom went over to the bleachers as the team split themselves into teams and began to scrimmage against each other. Of course, it was a very rudimentary game because no one was really out to beat anyone and they were broken up into halves. But still, Tom could see who was good and who needed some help. Fortunately, it only seemed like one or two players needed any critique at all.
Troy and Chad immediately moved to the same side, so that they would both be on the same 'team'. Everyone was pretty happy because they didn't have to do much except play a game of basketball. No really hard stuff. It was also a great time for conversation and Chad and Troy started talking about everything and anything they could think of. However, the only thing that was on Troy's mind was his date with Gabriella that night, but he knew he couldn't tell Chad because he had already said he couldn't hang out. So he just kept the conversation to simple topics.
After the scrimmage Mr. Opese told everyone that he thought they were all pretty good and let them go, earning grateful sighs from everyone. Troy hurried out to the parking lot, anxious to get home so he could go see Gabriella, but then he remembered that he chose to walk to school that morning. So he began the twenty minute walk back home, not really minding it because it was nice outside. As he drew closer to his house, he thought he saw something under a bush. Curious, he went over and peered into the maze of leaves, finding a small but otherwise healthy looking kitten. Troy smiled to himself at the site of the cat and reached his arms out to pet it. The cat surprisingly let Troy pet him the first time, and soon began purring. Troy thought about whether he should take the cat home for a moment before deciding a 'yes'. After all, he didn't care what his father had to say anymore.
At that thought, Troy felt a pang of guilt that he so readily started hating his father. But Jack was beating him, right? That was definitely grounds for hating him. Troy picked the cat up, who seemed perfectly fine with the whole prospect of being picked up. Carefully, Troy walked up to his door, worry immediately flooding through him. Why had his dad quit coaching? Would he be mad? These questions and all the feelings that Troy had successfully hidden during the day had come back. Troy took a deep breath and opened the door to his home.
Troy walked inside and put the cat down, who seemed to be at home already. He looked around for his dad, but there was no sign of him. He had been home, however, because Troy saw dirty dishes in the sink. He put his bag down on the couch and put them into the dishwasher. He then sat down at the kitchen table and thought of what he should do next. All this worrying about his dad made him forget that he had plans with Gabriella. As the thought of Gabriella returned to him, he got up and headed up to his room, stripping his articles of clothing as he went. He through his dirty clothes onto his floor and grabbed a towel, heading for the shower.
Troy winced slightly as the water his his back, but it was definitely better than the morning. After cleaning himself thoroughly from the sweat of practice, Troy stepped out of his shower and dressed himself, trying to pick out something nice for Gabriella.
He walked back downstairs to see his dad sitting on the couch. Troy chose to ignore him and went to get something to drink from the fridge. Suddenly, he heard his dad get up and quickly turned around; he didn't ever want his back to be to his father anymore. Jack gave his son a disgusted look, asking, "Since when do we have a cat?" Troy had completely forgotten about the cat, and looked around to see him sleeping in a little ball in the corner. Troy was actually really relieved to see that his father hadn't killed it. He looked back up to Jack and shrugged, "I found him today and thought he could use a good home."
Jack rolled his eyes and stared angrily at Troy. "You never asked!"
Troy was getting a little wary of his father at this point, but said, "Mom would have been okay with it."
Before troy had the chance to completely finish his sentence, his dad punched him in the gut. Troy doubled over in pain, trying to catch his breath that wouldn't come, no matter how hard he tried to draw in a breath. It felt like he was suffocating. He looked up at his dad who just pulled Troy's hair, causing him to wince. Jack pulled harder, forcing his son to stand up a little straighter and look at him.
"Don't talk to me about her."
Troy chose not to respond but instead shrugged away from his father's grip and walked out the door, hoping that he wouldn't get into trouble for blatantly walking out. He also hoped the kitten would be okay. He began walking around aimlessly, trying to calm his nerved and catch his breath. He eventually sat down on the curb a few blocks down and just breathed. After a few minutes, he began to feel better and stood up again, heading toward Gabriella's since it was getting later now.
Troy arrived at Gabriella's house after a short walk, being that the two lived rather close to each other. He knocked on the door and awaited an answer. Troy felt a little pang of excitement as Gabriella opened the door, knowing that no one was home because she only opened the door for him if she was the only one home. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately before letting go and smiling at her. "Hey."
Gabriella smiled back, excited to see Troy, and stepped aside, allowing him room to pass.
They both walked into the living room and sat down on the couch leaned her head on Troy's chest and said, "It's so nice to see you again. How's the new coach?" Troy looked down at the top of his girlfriend's head, just glad to be in the same room as her. He said, "He's actually really cool. And I think he'll get us to win the Championships. How are things in smart-person world?" He chuckled at his question, warranting a small playful smack from Gabriella.
Gabriella immediately looked stressed and began to talk about how the Scholastic Decathlon team was having trouble with some equations and how she was worried that they might not do well and how no one seemed to want to do any work for it anymore.
"...and Taylor is just as mad as-" troy cut her off mid-sentence with a kiss, hoping that it would make her feel better. She immediately stopped talking and returned his kiss with force. The two made out for a few minutes, each exploring the other's mouth with enthusiasm. Soon the kiss deepened and Troy was trailing his hand along the hem of Gabriella's blouse, slowly pushing his hands up underneath it. Gabriella broke the kiss and started nibbling on Troy's neck, leaving a mark. Troy continued to remove his girlfriend's shirt and soon at was somewhere on the floor. Then he moved to undo her bra, which she willingly gave up. Gabriella gave Troy another kiss on the mouth as she began to unzip his zipper, pulling his pants and boxers off and tossing them somewhere else on the floor. The two continued to kiss, while Troy played with the hardening nipples on Gabriella's breasts and Gabriella started stroking Troy's dick, causing Troy's breathing to hitch.
Gabriella broke the kiss again and giggled at Troy's half-lidded eyes. She then shuffled her way down the couch a little to give herself space to begin licking Troy's member. Troy immediately moaned and put his head back, shocked that Gabriella was giving him a blow job. It wasn't like she was against it, but they had never gotten far enough for a blow job. But he wasn't complaining. hell, he loved it. He bucked his hips slightly as Gabriella stopped blowing him and came back up to his face, attacking his neck again with her mouth. He groaned throatily again and rubbed the small of Gabriella's back.
"Fuck, Gabs."
Gabriella giggled again and unzipped her own pants. Troy took this opportunity to push his hand into her underwear and rub her clit, smiling as she moaned loudly and bucked her hips into his groin, making Troy just that much more horny. Gabriella pulled her back back and looked at the hickeys she gave to her boyfriend. She nudged the newest one with her nose before starting on a new spot, this time tracing her hands up Troy's stomach, running her fingers over his abs. She began to ease his shirt up his stomach and moved her hands toward his back.
Troy's eyes suddenly widened in horror as he remembered the cuts and bruises on his back and suddenly stood up, stepping away from Gabriella. He blushed slightly as he realized he was standing in front of his girlfriend with a huge boner. He quickly picked up and boxers and slipped them on, looking apologetically at Gabriella. "Gabs, I'm really sorry. REALLY sorry. I... I just don't know if I'm... ready." She just looked at him with a hurt look in her eyes, slowly snaking her forearm over her chest. She only nodded, but didn't say anything.
Not ready? Yeah right! I want this more than anything! I've been ready for months! Now this has to happen!
Troy was really angry that he couldn't have sex with his girlfriend because he couldn't tell her about his father. He grunted as he yanked on his jeans and looked back at Gabriella, who looked upset.
"Gabs... I... I'm sorry."
And Troy left the house. Gabriella stood up and put her bra back on, then sat down on the couch again. Then, she started crying. What had she done wrong? She thought he liked what she was doing? It was all her fault.
Troy walked back to his house, opened the door in a huff, and went straight up to his room, completely ignoring his closed and locked his door, dropped his pants, sat on his bed and finished what should have happened a few minutes ago. After he calmed down a little, he laid back on his bed, breathing heavily. he was still extremely annoyed at his father for beating him. It was all his fault! But it was his own fault, Troy's, that his dad beat him. So, it was Troy's fault that he couldn't get any. Troy just growled at the air and wished he were dead. He then noticed that he had made quite a huge mess on his stomach. He wished that Gabriella was the one who had produced that orgasm, and vowed that they would have sex some day. Just not when he had huge holes on his back. He grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself up. He pulled up his pants and laid back down on his bed, still quite angry at himself for everything.
Suddenly, his dad was knocking on the door. Troy didn't want to deal with him right now, so he ignored the knocking. He closed his eyes as his dad began yelling through the door, then hitting it, then kicking it down, then hitting his face in. Troy couldn't even sit up because his dad was just pounding on him. Suddenly, his dad stopped and Troy just turned his head away, crying freely because his face hurt so much. He didn't want to look at his father, nor did he want to ever see his father again. Once again, Jack pulled his hair and forced him to look him in the eye.
"Nice hickeys, whore. And don't walk out or ignore me again."
Whore? What the fuck was that? He had a girlfriend. That didn't mean he was a whore. Stupid father, stupid life, stupid hickeys, stupid everything. At this point in time Troy actually considered killing himself, but the thought immediately was attacked by his reasoning. He couldn't kill himself, that would be dumb.
After what seemed like forever, he calmed down a little and was able to organize his thoughts. He hoped that Gabriella didn't hate him. he wanted more than anything to lose his virginity. It just wasn't the right time. His penis sure wanted it to be the time. Hell, every fiber of his being wanted it to be the time, but he just couldn't let Gabriella see his body. He just couldn't. He couldn't risk her hating him or being to afraid to be with him anymore. He couldn't lose her.
After about a half hour of just lying in his bed, Troy got up and went to look at his face in the mirror. It was a little black and blue, but nothing like he thought it would be. He would definitely be able to play that off at school the next day. He sighed, trying to think of how all of this could be possible. How could it be possible that his father would do this to his only son? Troy finally resigned himself to the fact that his father was a changed man and went back to his bed. Between the jerk-off session and his musings, Troy was able to tire himself out. He laid down in bed and fell asleep almost immediately.