Disclaimer: I do not own Spongebob Squarepants or any other character affiliated with the show. I do own Melissa Jackson and Aquarius.
A/N: I highly recommend that you read my other Fanfic 'Melissa Jackson' if you would like to know more about the character and of the character Aquarius.
Warning: This fanfic is a slash writing. This contains content concerning rape, angst, drama, and some LEMONS. Constructive criticism is accepted but not harsh flames. They will be burned.
Rating: R (angst, drama, m/m pairing)
Pairings: Squillam/Squidward
Squillam's Jealousy
By
Marih Dimitri
Chapter Five: Young angst and Young Ego
Squidward laid back, his orbs gazing upon the gang. "It seems like so long ago!," he softly breathed, shifting his body a bit, "It was my junior year in High School and ironically, that's how are whole affair began!"
-Flashback-
Squidward walked down through the hallways which was filled with lockers, carrying a few books into his arms. He walked toward the middle locker with the numbers 436 etched into them. He quickly opened up his locker with his combination and put his books in, quickly taking out his binder and math book.
A young teenage boy with blue jeans no and a blue t-shirt dressed with sandals on his feet, came up from behind Squidward and slapped him in the back, causing him to wince in pain slightly.
"Hey Squidward! Are you going to the school dance tonight," the teenage boy asked.
"NO!," Squidward seethed, growling to himself. "Aww...come on!," the teen boy said, "The whole entire school is gonna be there annnnnd...they'll be a lot of hot girls to check out." Squidward sharply turned around, glaring upon the teen boy, growling towards him. "LOOK!," he shouted angrily, "I don't want to go to the dance. I don't want to get a date for the dance or check out girls cuz frankly, I don't swing that way! All I want to do is get to class, and get through the day without any one bothering me, then go back home and into the nightmare hell that I call dad, SO LEAVE ME ALONE!!" Squidward grabbed his books from his locker and slammed the door shut, stomping away.
"Man. What crawled up his ass," the Teen boy muttered, walking away towards the cafeteria. Squidward continued to walk through the throng of many teens hanging around the lockers, some getting their books for the next class, while others chatting and staying close to their boyfriends. Some of the teens saw Squidward rapidly walking down the hallway, grumbling to himself, some of them snickering at him while others made insulting remarks. Squidward glared daggers at the students, all the meanwhile he continually strolled down the hallway, heading towards his English class. Up ahead, a young Squid was gathering his books, wearing a tight blue Gucci t-shirt, dark blue denim True Religion jeans and a pair of K-Swiss white sneakers. He brushed his fingers upon his unibrow, making sure that it was neatly polished. Squidward walked faster towards the classroom, ripping off a sign from his back that said, "Kick the Queer," shredding the paper into pieces.
"Bastards," Squidward seethed, turning around a bit, seeing the bunch of jocks snickering at him, high-fiving one another for placing the note on his back. Squidward turned forward, but failed to see the young Squid blocking his way and slammed right into him, landing flat on his ass, his books tumbling all over the floor.
"Hey, Watch it!," the young squid yelled out. He swiftly turned around, dusting himself off. "You've almost ruined my...shirt!," the young squid spat out, gazing upon Squidward. Squidward quickly gathered his books from the floor, getting up. "I'm sorry if I bumped into you, but I have not time to talk. I have to get to class," Squidward said, shoving the young squid out of the way, "Excuse me!" Squidward quickly entered into the classroom. The young squid watched curiously as he watched Squidward disappear into the classroom. "Hmmm...very...interesting," the young Squid smirked to himself.
Inside the classroom, Squidward took the second seat at the middle of the third row, opening up his binder and taking a pencil out, putting his Algebra Textbook on the right side of his desk. Soon, many students filled the classrooms, all taking their seats, chatting away. The rang, all the teens hushing as the math teacher stood at the front of his Desk. "Well class. Today I have a surprise of you," the math teacher stated.
"We get to go home now," a young teen boy shouted out.
"No, Bobby," the math teacher remarked, shaking his head.
"Then what's the point of the surprise," Bobby grumbled.
"Anyways...we happen to have a new student. He transferred from Coral Heights Academy and shall be staying in this High School until he graduates," the Math Teacher stated, looking upon the young Squid and waved him in, "Come on in, son."
The young Squid entered into the classroom, standing in front of the teacher's desk. Some of the students looked at him while most of the girls were smitten, sighing over him. Squidward looked up, seeing the young squid, grinning towards the classroom and glancing upon him slightly.
"What's the big deal with this guy?" Squidward flatly said.
"Are you kidding?!?," the teen boy next to Squidward responded, "Haven't you heard of Squillam Fancyson?!"
"No," Squidward dully replied.
"He's the wealthiest guy in Bikini Bottom, not to mention the most popular guy in High school."
"Not to mention, the hottest guy around," a teen girl stated, sighing dreamily.
"Big Deal," Squidward muttered, rolling his eyes.
Squillam stepped forward a bit, gazing upon the class. "This'll be a brand new experience for me and I"ll make sure to meet each one of you," he announced, eyeing Squidward.
"Excellent! I'm sure the class would like to get to know you," the Math Teacher happily exclaimed, "Now Squillam, if you would please take a seat in the back."
Squillam started to walk down the row towards the back seat, glancing at Squidward as he passed by him, taking the fifth seat on the back fourth row, next to the Jocks. "Hey Squillam! Nice ta have ya back here, my man," the one of the Jocks said, high-fiving him. "Likewise," Squillam replied, looking at Squidward, "By the way, who is that guy sitting in the third row?"
"Oh! You mean that Dweeb?!?," another jock replied, "That's Squidward Tentacles!"
"Yeah! He's a queer," another jock snubbed.
"Really now!," Squillam stated, an evil grin plastered upon his face, gazing at Squidward, "And why do you say that he's a queer?"
"He hasn't gotten out with any of the chicks in this school. Hell, He flat out rejects them. Instead, he gives fashion tips and actually...talks...to them, but..I mean...holding a conversation with the girls."
"In other words, he gets more attention from the girls than you guys do," Squillam chuckled.
"Well...yeah," the jocks grumbled.
Squillam looked upon Squidward's back, smirking evilly. "Hand me a piece of paper!," he said to the jocks. One of the jocks handed the piece of paper to Squillam. He quickly scribbled on the parchment, rolled it into a paper ball and threw it towards Squidward. Squidward looked towards the blackboard, jotting down the notes when he felt the paper ball hit him in the back of his head, landing near his feet. Squidward picked up the ball and uncrumpled the parchment, reading the letters etched into it, which read "Fag". Immediately, Squidward tore the paper into shreds, sharply turning around, narrowing his eyes upon Squillam and the jocks, hissing towards them as they snickered.
"Mr. Tentacles," the Math Teacher called out to Squidward. Squidward turned around, focusing his gaze upon the Math Teacher. "Yes, Mr. Flounders," he responded. "I'm sure that you're eager to get acquainted with our new student, however, I'm going through exponents constructions...which will be in the quiz this Friday. So, please pay attention," Mr. Flounder's said.
"Yes, sir," Squidward meekly answered back, glaring daggers upon Squillam and the jocks, focusing his attention back at the blackboard. One of the jocks snickered, a cruel idea forming in his head. "Watch this," he exclaimed to the other jocks. The jock moved to an empty seat behind Squidward, glancing back at Squillam and the rest of his friends, chuckling evilly. He then thrusted his legs towards the back of Squidward's seat, pushing him hard, causing Squidward to moved sharply forward and drop all his books and materials on the floor. Squidward immediately turned around, glaring daggers upon the jocks and Squillam.
"Sorry man. I need to stretch out my legs. Football practice ya know," the Jock chuckled along with Squillam and the rest of his friends. Squidward growled lowly, picking up his books an other articles that had scattered into the floor. Mr. Flounders turned around slowly, seeing that Squidward was out of his seat, putting his belongings back into his desk. "Squidward! Would you please close the blinds from the back of the room. It's giving off a glare," He said.
"Yes, sir!," Squidward's replied, walking towards the back. Squillam watched Squidward, eyeing his every movement as he was approaching him. Squillam thrusted his foot out to the side, causing Squidward to trip, falling face first face on the floor. "Oh, I'm sorry!," Squillam said to Squidward," my leg was getting a cramp and I had to stretch it out!"
The jocks laughed at Squidward, while Squillam continued to look upon him, grinning. Squidward quickly got to his feet, his entire body shaking with rage, his fists clenched up. He rushed up to Squillam, grabbing him roughly by the collar, pulling him up towards his face. "You fucking bastard! You did that on purpose," he yelled out in anger.
Mr. Flounders looked up towards the direction of the yelling, along with the rest of the class. He quickly walked towards Squidward, pulling him away from Squillam. "Mr. Tentacles! I am applaud by your rash behavior and the fact that you're taking it out on a new student," Mr. Flounders scolded.
"But...but," Squidward muttered.
"ENOUGH," Mr. Flounder's yelled out, "Go to the Principal's office, NOW!"
Squidward promptly stomped his way out of the classroom, quickly looking back at Squillam and the Jocks, casting daggers towards them.
"Boy, is he mad," one of the Jock's said, chuckling.
"You want us to jump up the fag," another Jock asked Squillam.
"No need. He's already been humiliated," Squillam smirked. He took another glance of Squidward stomping down the hallway, seething angrily. "Though..he looked so cute when he was angry with me," He thought to himself.
-scene change-
Squidward was sitting in a chair, in front of the principal's desk, grumbling to himself, with his arms folding across his chest, constantly glaring at the Principal. The Principal looked through Squidward's school file, shaking his head back and forth, a sigh escaping from his lips. "Mr. Tentacles," the Principal spoke to Squidward," This is the fourteenth time you've come into my office for disrupting a class with your outburst. My boy...you're facing expulsion from this school. I truly believe that you can be a good student, but you have to control your temper. I know that you've had some...family problems..."
"YOU..don't know shit," Squidward yelled out at the Principal, interrupting him.
"Calm down, Squidward," the Principal replied in a soft tone, "We can help you out, but you have to allow us to help you and your family."
"Help my family? What for?," Squidward retorted back, "So that way some social worker can split me and my mom from each other? So I can get the help the I need..that I asked in the beginning but NO ONE DID A DAMN THING ABOUT IT?!?"
"I'm sorry if that happened," the Principal sorrowful said, looking down a bit," However, we're offering to give you the help that you need now. Not only for you..but..for your family as well."
"AGAIN...What for?," Squidward angrily replied, standing up," This isn't your problem. YOU'RE not the one that has to go back home and face a deadbeat dad who drinks all the time and treats you like shit, beats you every night, forcing you to sleep in the cold basement floor. You're not the one that comes to school with bruises, scars, welts, bruises and broken bones and have to face the pounding of the jocks and laughter of the other students all because said person is attracted to men! You get to go home to a loving family, with a wife and a couple of young kids to love and cherish without worrying about anything else. I have to live with my hellhole...every..single...day! My mother...everyday provides fro me and cares for me. She's my heart and soul and yet she gets beaten and tormented by my father. One day, I swear I'm getting me and my mom outta that hellhole we're both in and we're gonna live a better life without anyone getting in our way. So don't tell me that you can help me with my family cuz I've been handling things on my own without anyone's interference. So, to hell with you, the jocks and everyone else in this damn school, cuz I don't need it!" Squidward abruptly sat down, tears trinkling down his face, his body trembling. The Principal looked about Squidward, as he shed tears.
"I'm sorry for you, Squidward. Really...I am. No child should have to go through with what you're enduring. As for the jocks, I'll have a word with them,"the Principal softly said, "Now, as I stated before, I'm giving you one last chance. We've happened to have three new students that have asked for a private tour of the school and so I'm giving you the option to be the tour guide to one of the three students."
"Can't I just skip the tour guide thing," Squidward flatly said.
"That's not an option," the Principal responded firmly.
"Barnacles," Squidward swore.
"Now, we have two freshman classmates, a sponge and a starfish that are waiting next door."
"Would...they're names happen to be Spongebob and Patrick," Squidward nervously asked.
"Why yes! You know them?!?
"Only too well," Squidward responded, rubbing his head.
"Wonderful! Then I'll have the boys come in," the Principal happily said.
"Ah...n-no," Squidward quickly stuttered, "I mean, they've already know me and I would think that it'll be better if they get acquainted with someone else...ya know?"
"Very well then. You'll be assigned to a new junior that just transferred to this school. He should be arriving at any moment now."
Soon, the Principal's door swung open with Squillam entering inside gracefully, walking towards the Principal's desk. "Barnacles," Squidward thought, "Please tell me he's here for doing paperwork!"
"I'm here for my tour, sir," Squillam casually said.
"Fishpaste," Squidward muttered.
"Excellent! Today, you're tour guide shall be Squidward Tentacles!," the Principal gleefully replied, " Come on up, son."
Squidward got up from his seat and grudgingly walked toward Squillam. "Today, I'll...show you around the school," he gritted.
"That's great, Squiddy," Squillam smirked, "You can also help me out by carrying all my books!" Squillam placed his textbooks upon Squidward's hands, with Squidward holding them with all his strength, glaring back at Squillam.
"Wonderful! This will be an excellent opportunity for the both of you two to get to know each other," the Principal beamed.
"Oh what joy," Squidward sarcastically said.
"Oh don't worry sir," Squillam said, glancing at Squidward briefly, turning his attention back towards the Principal, "By the time we're done with the tour, we'll be as close as brothers."
Squidward hissed towards Squillam, having a tight grip upon the books, making sure that he didn't drop them.
"I'm sure you boys will get along just fine," the Principal exclaimed. Soon, the phone rang softly, in which he picked up the receiver. "Hello?!? Yes?...He won't be able to come? I see. Don't worry, I have it covered! Thank you anyways! Bye." The principal hanged up the phone, focusing his attention to Squidward, "It seems that you'll be having two more students that will be touring with Mr. Fancyson."
"Oh no," Squidward whispered, his eyes widening. The principal opened up the door, in which Spongebob and Patrick smiled gleefully at him. "Come on in, boys!," the principal happily said.
Spongebob and Patrick rushed outed of the hallways and into the principal's office, gleefully smiling.
"We're ready!," Spongebob happily exclaimed.
"Well boys! You'll be touring with Squillam Fancyson and you're old friend Squidward, will be your host," the Principal said.
Spongebob and Patrick ran towards Squidward, both hugging him tightly. "Yay Squiddy!"
"Why me?," Squidward flatly said, while holding onto the books tightly.
-Scene change-
Squidward walked down towards the lockers, grunting as he continued to carry Squillam's textbooks. He slowly turned around, facing Spongebob, Patrick and Squillam.
"Ugh...This...is the freshman's locker room," Squidward grunted, trying not to drop the textbooks," Where you barnacle heads will be using for the whole year."
"Wow. It's sure big and spacious," Spongebob commented, looking around the hallway.
"I wonder if we're assigned next to each other," Patrick said to Spongebob.
"OH...wouldn't that be exciting," Spongebob highly squealed, jumping up and down.
"This place is nice but it fails in comparison to my old locker room," Squillam stated, looking around the area, "In my old school that I transferred from, I had my own luxurious private room filled with a leather couch, the finest silk curtains, china embodied rug and maple oak table furnished in Egyptian cotton. My locker was grand, state of the art technology, with furnished oak hangers, wooden Italian poles for my jackets, two acres long, with plenty of room to place my textbooks in."
"Lucky...you..ugh," Squidward grunted, glaring at Squillam.
"That sounds big," Spongebob commented.
"It's just ONE of the pleasures of having everything you can possibly want," Squillam commented, grinning towards Squidward.
"Let's...ugh...move on...to the library," Squidward quickly growled, glaring at Squillam.
-scene change-
Squidward slowly walked into the enlarged building, with columns of books arrayed in neat rows. He shuffled his feet towards the tables, turning around, facing Spongebob, Patrick and Squillam.
"This...is...oof...the school's library," Squidward huffed, sweat dripping down his forehead a bit, "You can ask for a library card at the counter table to your left. You'll be able to check out as many books as possible."
"Wow!," Spongebob and Patrick said in unison, gazing around them in awe.
"I'm going to the action adventure section," Patrick exclaimed gleefully. "I'll follow ya, Pat," Spongebob replied, the two going towards the columns of books.
Squillam picked up a book, glancing upon it briefly, placing it back into the shelf. "All these books are great for this school, but my own personal library that I happen to have in my estate has far more informative books than this small library can hold," Squillam snobbishly said, smirking.
"I guess you won't be using the school's library then, will you," Squidward sarcastically said to Squillam.
"Maybe," Squillam chuckled. Squidward turned away from Squillam, slowly walking towards a table. Squillam glanced on a couple of books next to his elbow, neatly stacked in a row. He quickly gazed upon Squidward, a feral smirk plastered upon his face. He swiftly knocked down the books with his hand looking around to see if anyone noticed the small noise.
"Oops! Clumsy me!," Squillam innocently said to Squidward, " I seemed to have dropped some books. Would you pick them up for me, Squiddy?"
"Why can't you get them? You have two arms?!?," Squidward spat out, looking at the books, scowling at Squillam.
"I've got a note from my doctor, saying that I can't lift up any heavy objects or bend down due to a pulled ligament, "Squillam replied, showing Squidward the doctor's note, "from my back and arms. It was caused from a tennis amateur competition that I was participating in."
"FINE!," Squidward growled. He placed Squillam's textbooks upon an empty table, grudgingly going towards the fallen books, bending down and gathering each book one by one. Squillam gazed upon Squidward, his eyes roving upon Squidward's ass, sensually licking his lips as he gazed every movement that Squidward made.
"How nice," Squillam thought, "Move slowly...slowly baby. Mmmmm...that's it. I can't wait to shove my dick into you, Squiddy!"
Squillam continued to gaze upon Squidward lustfully, while he grabbed the last book. Squidward hoisted himself, placing the books back into the shelf. Squillam quickly looked away, leaning back on the shelf, smiling inwardly. Soon, Spongebob and Patrick came back, each having a book in their hands.
"I love this library," Spongebob beamed, "They have so many books!"
"This place totally rocks!," Patrick exclaimed.
"Well at least you barnacle heads had a good time," Squidward flatly replied, walking forward , "Let's move on, we have a lot of ground to cover."
"Oh Squiddy?!?," Squillam said to Squidward, pointing towards his textbooks, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Squidward glared upon Squillam, muttering obscenities as he walked back towards the table, picking up the textbooks, carrying them.
"Now...to the...junior's locker," Squidward grunted.
-Scene change-
Squidward entered into the grand hallway, grunting as he carried Squillam's textbooks, the weight straining upon his arms. The boys followed Squidward through the junior's locker area, with him stopping at the center of the hallway.
"This...is..the junior's ...locker room," Squidward panted, "Where I presently...have my own locker!"
"So do I," Squillam smirked, checking his nails.
"Anyways, you two dunder heads will be here in about two years."
"Where's your locker, Squidward?" Spongebob asked, looking around.
"Yeah, we wanna see it," Patrick beamed, clapping his hands.
"Please?!?" The boys said in unison, their lips trembling a bit, with they're eyes widen.
Squidward glanced back at Squillam, who was grinning towards him. "Alright! Follow me."
Squidward slowly trudged towards the end of the hallway, grunting every now and then from carrying the heavy sets of Squillam's textbooks. He turned slightly to the right, approaching a locker that had the number 436 etched on it.
"Well boys!, "Squidward grunted, " This is...ugh...my locker!"
"Wow!," Spongebob and Patrick exclaimed.
"Well, how ironic," Squillam replied, gazing upon the number, "My locker is right next to yours!"
"What the...?!?," Squidward spat out, turning sharply towards Squillam," That's not possible!"
"Oh, I'm afraid it is, Squiddy," Squillam smirked, "I was assigned locker number 437, right next to yours! Although I have a separate locker room that is for grandeur than this one and holds all my clothing and personal items, I use this locker to hold all my textbooks. It's convient for whenever I have to head to class in this hallway."
Squidward looked upon the locker to his right, seeing the number 437 etched in the front, along with a gold plaque that read, "Squillam Fancyson!"
"Fishpaste!"
"And since you were so generous...to lend me a helping hand," Squillam smirked, snickering slightly, "I think it's only fair that you place my textbooks into my locker for me!"
"My...what an honor?!?," Squidward sarcastically spat out.
Squillam smirked slyly, walking up to his locker. He delicately grasped the handle onto his look, turning in the knob, with his combination numbers. The lock unhinged from the handle, the door slowly creaking open. Squillam held the locker door open as Squidward shoved the textbooks into the locker, placing them in the far back corner.
"Ohhhh...my arms," Squidward moaned, rubbing his arms tenderly, "They're so sore!"
"Why thank you, Squiddy," Squillam smirked, closing the door and locking it, " for carrying all my textbooks for me. With my sprained wrist, I wouldn't be able to carry them all."
"Hump...whatever," Squidward flatly replied, looking towards Spongebob and Patrick, "Alright, we need to carry on!"
A door swung open, with a couple of muscular young men wearing leather red jackets, with their names etched in the back, walking towards the guys.
"Oh great, "Squidward sulky said, "the JV football jocks."
"Well, what have we've got here," one of the jocks said to Squidward.
"It's the geeky queer that was back in our math class earlier," the other jock replied, smirking evilly.
"Yep! That's the dweeb," the other jock laughed.
Squidward glared upon the jocks, seething at them. "And he brought two more dweebs with him," the first jock pointed towards Spongebob and Patrick, in which the two boys waved at them, smiling.
"Hey Squillam," the first jock said, "What's up?"
"I'm just hanging around here. Squiddy, has been carrying all my textbooks for me all day long," he replied, smirking.
"Heh...so the fag's been your own personal servant, eh?!," the third jock laughed cruelly.
"Well, in a way," Squillam stated, eyeing Squidward, "The only difference is...servants get paid!" Soon, all the jocks laughed at his remark. Squidward gritted his teeth, his fists balled up in anger.
"COME ON, BARNACLE HEADS! LET'S CONTINUE!, "Squidward yelled out, stomping away angrily.
"But...what about Squillam," Spongebob stated.
"As far as I'm concerned, he can give himself his own damn tour," Squidward hissed out.
"Now Squiddy," Squillam quirked , "I don't think the principal would like that. I mean...you're suppose to give ALL of us a tour of the school, including me...It's your only last chance of avoiding expulsion from the school and Neptune forbid...that you want to stay at your...'home'."
"What's that...suppose to mean?" Squidward sharply said.
"To you?!?...I don't know, Squiddy," Squillam replied, "I mean, face it...The whole entire school know about you're..."Hell House" as you call and that you dread going back cuz of that bastard father of yours. I mean...who can blame you? I would probably do the same."
Squidward stood still, his fist shaking in rage. He sharply turned around, glaring upon Squillam.
"And what would you know about hell?!?," Squidward seethed, "You're just a spoiled brat raised with a silver spoon in which you own parents aren't even around all the time. The only reason the school treat you like the King of Atlantis is cause you're loaded and your parents own this school, but you're not worth the twenty billion cents the whole school gives you credit for. In fact, you're worth as much as a neematoad and I could care less if that sulks your ego or not. You're not worth my time." Squidward turned around, looking upon the jocks snickering, with Squillam glaring upon Squidward.
"And as for you, JV jocks. It's a miracle that you're still in the tam, since you've all failed most of your classes. Really, you're IQ's are slower than a snails and I don't care if you continue to pound me, at least I'll graduate with a decent grade then be held back for the next two years!," Squidward spat out, facing towards Spongebob and Patrick, with the Jocks growling upon him, "Come on, you boobs. Let's go!" Squidward stomped forward with Spongebob and Patrick following, leaving the jocks and Squillam behind.
"Why that little prick," the first jock scowled.
"We outta pound him good," the second one replied.
"Forget him. At least we don't have a bastard of a father and a whore for a mother," the third jock said.
Squidward stopped immediately and sharply turned around, facing the jocks. "W...What did you say?!?," he stuttered.
"At least I don't have a bastard farther and a whore mother," the third jock smirked.
"I could care less about my deadbeat father," Squidward slowly stated, walking back towards the jocks, "but...no one...NO ONE..INSULTS...MY MOTHER!"
"Ha! So what?!?," the third jock spat out, "The whole school doesn't give a shit about you're mother! NO ONE DOES!"
"And so what if we insulted your mother?!?," the second jock quirked, "whaddya gonna do about it, fag?!"
Squidward rushed up to the jock and gave him a hard upper left punch, sending the jock flying to the floor. The other two jocks looked in astonishment of how forceful the blow was to there friend. Soon, the Jock rose up, rage in his eyes, his whole body trembling.
"You're dead fag!," the second jock yelled out, "Let's get him!"
All the Jocks than rushed up toward Squidward, while Squillam, Spongebob and Patrick looked onward. The Jocks started to throw fists directly upon Squidward, hitting his stomach, face and sides, causing him to fall on the floor. Squidward glared at the Jocks, hissing in pain. The Jocks stood in front of him, chuckling maliciously. Squidward slowly rose up, glaring daggers upon the jocks.
"OH look. The fag got up," the Second Jock mocked.
"Let's pound him again," the Third Jock exclaimed.
One fo the Jocks thrusted out his fist toward Squidward, but was abruptly halted as Squidward caught the fist with his hand, grasping it tightly, with the Jock trying to pull away. Squidward narrowed his eyes upon the Jock, swinging his fist directly towards the Jock's chin, hitting him and causing him to fall down flat on the ground, rendering him unconscious.
"YOU'RE DEAD FAGGOT," the Third Jock yelled out.
The two Jocks soon rushed towards Squidward, reading to pound on him. Spongebob and Patrick watched in amazement as Squidward dodged the attacks from the Jocks, hitting one of them in the stomach, while hitting the other one square on the chin. Squillam gazed upon the fight with keen interest, watching every movement that Squidward made. One of the jock yelled in rage, trying to land a punch into Squidward stomach, but failed as Squidward dodged the attack, thrusting his foot toward the jock's groin, hitting it directly, sending him crashing down on the floor, racked in pain. The other Jock jumped on Squidward's back, punching his sides.
Squidward grunted, wincing slightly, feeling the pain. He grabbed the jock by the arm, throwing him all the way across the hallway. The jock slowly got up from the floor, rage lit in his orbs. Squidward walked up towards him, glaring upon the Jock.
"Don't EVER...insult my mother EVER..again," Squidward firmly stated, He turned around and walked away from the Jock. The Jock slowly rose up, clutching his side, seething upon Squidward.
"You faggot," the Third Jock said," I hope you and your bitch mother rot in hell!"
Squidward stopped and sharply turned around, quickly walking up to the Jock, who smirked at him. Squidward immediately kicked the Jock in the groin, sending him crashing on the floor. He repeatedly started to throw punches and kicks to the Jock, which he was screaming in pain. Spongebob and Patrick quickly ran towards Squidward, instantly grabbing him, pulling him back.
"Take it easy, Squiddy," Spongebob said, trying to hold him, with Patrick holding onto Squidward's arms tightly. The Jock laid in the floor, coughing up blood, trembling ab it with his eyes closed tightly. Squidward panted, his body shaking, sweat dripping down his forehead. Squillam smirked, gazing upon Squidward, looking up and down on his body, licking his lips slightly. Soon, a door swung open in which the Principal walked down the hallway. His eyes widen upon seeing all the Jocks on the floor, unconscious with Squidward standing and trembling.
"Oh shit," Squidward whispered to himself.
"Mr. Tentacles," the Principal stated, "I"ve given you a simple task to perform and here I find that these Junior Varsity players lying in the floor, with several wounds onto them." Squidward looked away a bit, putting his face down, with Spongebob and Patrick comforting him. "I'm sorry, Squidward, but I'm afraid I have no choice but to expel..."
"Let's not be to hasty over here," Squillam replied, interrupting the Principal, walking next to him, "Come...Let's have a chat. I'll tell you everything you need to know." Squillam escorted the Principal down the hallway, leaving Squidward, Spongebob and Patrick behind.
-scene change-
Squidward was at the school auditorium, mopping up the stage floor, grumbling to himself. A door slightly opened, in which Squillam walked through it, going up the steps of the stage, facing Squidward.
"Nice mopping there, Squiddy," he smirked, "The floor is going to shine so brightly!"
"Leave me alone, Squillam," Squidward stated, turning around slightly, "Thanks to you...I've got to mop this entire stage for a month, each day after school. So...JUST GO AWAY!"
"At least you won't have to go to your house anytime soon," Squillam smirked, looking upon Squidward as he continued to mop," You know, no one's ever been able to stand up to me, as boldly as you did earlier."
"Congratulations," Squidward sarcastically said.
"You always have a way with words," Squillam chuckled, smirking to himself, walking around Squidward, "And you see...that's what I like about you. You don't take shit from no one!" Soon, Squillam stood behind Squidward, his lips close upon Squidward's lobes, causing him to sweat a bit.
"Not even...from me," Squillam whispered. Squidward started to move forward but was halted as Squillam instantly wrapped has arms around Squidward, pulling him against his body, holding him tightly. "You see, Squiddy! Believe it or not, you turn me on," Squillam whispered, roving his hands around Squidward's arms, "So defiant and strong, and yet...so fragile!"
"Let me go," Squidward spat out, struggling to free himself, "My arms are already sore enough for carrying your textbooks!"
"Oh now, Squiddy! Why did you think I wanted you to carry all my textbooks around the school for," Squillam replied, nuzzling Squidward gently, refusing to let go. Squidward turned around slightly and gazed upon Squillam. "You...were testing me?" Squidward questioned.
"You catch on quickly, Squiddy," Squillam smirked, whispering into his ear, kissing his shoulder a bit, "Mmmmmm...you're so...beautiful!"
Squidward pushed Squillam away from him, facing him angrily. "YOU'RE A FRAUD," he shouted, "You humiliated me in front of the entire class, had me carry your books everywhere and now...you've just blantly told me...THAT YOU'RE GAY! I don't see any reason why I should tell the WHOLE ENTIRE SCHOOL on your secret."
"Go ahead. I don't care," Squillam flatly replied, "I can get the entire school to believe, that it's a nasty rumor going around...just like I got the Principal to drop the expulsion charge upon you. You see...I can get people to do anything I want them to do. I have the money and the power to manipulate them however I'd like to."
"Well, don't think that you can try that bullshit on me," Squidward spat back venomously.
"Oh, can't I," Squillam questioned, moving a bit closer to Squidward, "My parents own this school. The only reason that his school is not bulldozed to the ground is for the fact that I'm currently enrolled in it." Squillam gently tilted up Squidward's chin, gazing upon him. "I could always make the principal change his mind and have the entire school believe that you were...leading me on."
"You wouldn't," Squidward whispered.
"Wouldn't I, Squiddy," Squillam whispered, "I can be very convincing."
Squidward closed his eyes, dropping the mop on the floor. "What do you want?"
"Oh...not much," Squillam smiled, "I just want you to...be my date for the school dance...tonight!"
"What the...are you insane," Squidward said in shock, "You're gonna jeopardize your reputation for a date...WITH ME?!?"
"Not a good listener, are you?," Squillam chuckled, "I can make anyone I want believe anything they want to believe. And even if they knew that I am gay, it wouldn't matter anyways. I can buy them out."
"What time," Squidward meekly said.
"7:30...meet me here at the school," Squillam said, stroking Squidward's cheek, "wear something...pretty...for me! I'll be waiting for you."
Squillam leaned forward and gently kissed Squidward's lips tenderly. He pulled back, winking at him, gracefully leaving the stage floor. Squidward looked down on the floor grumbling to himself.
"What have I've gotten myself into?," he whispered. He picked up his mop from the floor and proceeded to clean the stage floor.
Well..that's the end of this chappie...whew...sorry it took so long. Please leave a Review...and I'll update as soon as I can. :D