Every Small Town Has Secrets

Chapter Four: Not Everything Is Supposed To Come True

By: Jondy Macmillan

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys!


Randy's hands roamed up and down my sides. His touch sent tingles down my body in ways no girl's ever had. I let my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling lightly. He groaned deep into my mouth, the sound reverberating all the way down to my dick. Man, I was hard. I thrust my hips into his; thanking every deity I knew when he thrust right back, grinding hard against me.

The night was cool, but it wasn't the chill that was making me shiver. Nothing in my life until that point had ever felt so uncontrolled. Nothing had ever felt so good.

And then…he pulled away gasping.

"Stuart," I breathed, my fingers groping the small of his back.

I'll always remember what happened next. His eyes, unfathomable blue, bored into mine. We were both panting; the night sounds of crickets and laughing and the crackling of the bonfire flooded back to our ears. His lips parted, his expression unreadable.

He said, "Get the fuck away from me, freak."

Randy pushed me hard. I've never exactly been scrawny, but Randy was a football player. There was no contest. I stumbled back into the tree trunk. The rough bark scraped over my arm, biting as blood bubbled to the surface. The bright beads of red were shocking to me, not because it really hurt, but because I couldn't figure out what had just happened.

His eyes trained on my arm, on the crimson splash near my elbow, he hissed, "If you ever come near me again, I'll fucking kill you."

I watched as he raced off back to the bonfire.

"Mother fucker!" I yelled, slamming my fist into the tree that had wounded me. All I succeeded in doing was scratching up my knuckles.

Defeated and frustrated, I clenched my eyes against the stars, walking back towards the Tuckers' house. My plan now included one thing, and one thing only. Getting very, very drunk.

I found Stuart in the kitchen with his tongue down some girl's throat. He was grabbing her ass, and she was rubbing her hand over his crotch. I wouldn't have interrupted, but they were blocking the fridge.

"'scuse me," I muttered, trying to be discrete so that Stuart could at least get laid tonight.

Unfortunately for me, he was a good friend, and wasn't too drunk to notice it was me.

"Brof?" he said, "That was fucking fast. What happened? Did Marsh take the bait?"

He waggled his eyebrows at me in a way that was supposed to be profane. Stupid Stuart, I thought. Stupid Stuart and his stupid girl getting abilities. What the hell was wrong with me that Randy bolted like that?

I slammed down a beer. Then another.

Stuart shooed the girl away like she was some pesky dog trying to hump his leg. I don't think it was his leg she was interested, but I figured it was his loss. If I recall correctly, she was pretty hot, too.

Stuart made me explain exactly what had happened. In detail. When I finished, he drawled, "Dude, that was brutal."

"Yeah, pretty much," I was halfway through my third beer, but I didn't feel anything yet. I downed it as quick as I could.

"Are you okay, man?" Stuart asked me, his hand on my shoulder. I was trembling beneath his touch, "Shit. Are you crying? Broflovski?"

"No!" I yelled, my rage spilling over, "God, I'm not that much of a fag. I wouldn't cry over that asshole."

I crossed my arms and glared at him. Stuart wiggled his fingers in the air defensively, "Just checking."

"You're a prick," I told him.

"You know it. Now, come on, buddy. Let's get you sloshed."

If I hated Stuart for being a good friend when it came to his concern, I loved him for being a good friend when it came to partying. Before I could protest, he had me downing half a bottle of tequila and singing La Cucaracha in front of half the high school. I seem to recall getting a rousing applause and calls for an encore at that.

It all gets kind of hazy after that. I can remember the night in flashes and pieces. Stuart, pulling me up to dance on top of the kitchen table to a Hendrix song. His palm was warm and calloused against mine, the contact so familiar, but so strange. Stuart danced like he talked; he didn't give a fuck who saw him, or what anyone said. He only cared about being totally free. Anyone watching would have thought he was dropping acid, the way he twisted and waved his limbs. Even then, I wasn't exactly a champion athlete, and dancing was no different. I probably looked like a chicken with his head cut off, while Stuart looked like a young Greek god. The best part was, he leant me his courage. It might have been liquid courage, from a man named José , but it still made me brave. I danced, I let a girl take a body shot off my hairy fucking belly button, and I played strip poker with a group of freshmen that had somehow managed to score an invite.

I saw glimpses of Randy when he came back into the party. He's a neurotic bastard; always has been. Once he latches onto an idea, it's like trying to tear a pit-bull away. Point being, he avoided me religiously. Once I saw him doing some version of a groping slow dance with Sharon Kimble, a hippie drug addict junior who spent most of her time skipping class and tripping balls out on the front lawn. She had long brown hair, and perfect breasts. Randy was enamored with staring straight at them. I touched my lips and whispered, "Bastard."

The word was lost in the pounding music.

By the end of the night, Randy was discovered nailing Sharon Kimble in the Tuckers' basement bathroom. It was considered an extraordinary feat; the tiny room was barely bigger than an airport restroom. All I could think when I heard was that I hoped he got what he deserved, and what he deserved wasn't very nice.

Stuart grabbed my arm right after the news was delivered and dragged me out into the night, under the burning stars.

He said, "Fuck that, man. You're too good for Marsh."

"It doesn't matter," I told him, miserable, "I'll be in college come fall, and all of this will be a dream."

Stuart bit his lip, but he didn't say a thing.


A/N: Gah! Short chapter. I wanted to write more, but then I thought I might be rushing too fast, and then I just ended up confusing myself. Please review.