20.07.13 - So, it's currently five past four in the morning, I'm only somewhat tired, and this damn heatwave that has hit Britain and is forcing me to endure temperatures of 30 Celsius and above is making me sweat far too much and turning my brain to some form of mushy dessert.
On the plus side, I thought I would give you this.
This marks Halloween, including everything from the game, but leads onto something of my own design which I hope you'll like.
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Once again, I'm finding the time just seems to fly here at Bullworth. Maybe it's because I'm trying to keep myself busy. As well as continuing to help Pedro with his Maths (Hattrick seems have noticed his improvements, and is giving him harder assignments), Ms. Philips says that I've got a real flair for art – even going as far to suggest that I were to consider making artistry a career - and Miss Peters had told me that I had a pretty good singing voice. I hadn't even realised she'd heard me sing until she mentioned it to me.
One lesson, she had given us an assignment of researching how a singer or band we liked started, so I was reading the section of origin and formation on The Killers Wikipedia page while listening to some of their songs on YouTube. Somebody Told Me came on, and I couldn't stop myself from singing along. But because I had earphones in, I hadn't heard Miss Peters come into the room.
If I had, I'd have shut up instantly, but no, I kept singing, and she listened. When I saw her stood in the doorway, I could feel the blood rushing to her face, but she just looked at me. "Usually people can't sing very well when they have earphones in, but you're something different." She smiled. "I'm impressed, Daniel." She then told me that I was to choose a song to sing in front of the class, at which point, an impending sense of dread dropped down onto me.
But I'm sure I'll be fine.
I really hope I'm fine.
My cheek has pretty much completely healed. Aside from the scarring. Thanks to that brick Trent lobbed my way, I've now got a scar on my left cheek that stretches diagonally from just by my nostril to the bottom of my jaw. It still looks kind of rough at the moment, and it sticks out like a sore thumb. Since I took the plaster off, I can't stop sliding my thumb along it. I suppose it'll fade eventually, so it won't be too bad then, but at the moment, it's a bit of an eyesore.
I don't know how, but my parents found out about the incident, and had been emailing me constantly, asking far too many questions. Well, they didn't know exactly what had happened, but they knew I had been scarred. Apparently, Ms. Philips had taken it upon herself to contact my parents and tell them about the injury. As much as I appreciate her caring, I do wish she hadn't told them. I just told them that I fell off of Jimmy's skateboard. My mum almost had a fit, asking why I thought it would be a good idea when I've never ridden a skateboard before and that I could break my neck if I tried it again. I don't like lying to them, but if they knew the truth, they'd worry too much.
But anyway, regardless of a few people offering to make my face more symmetrical by scarring the other cheek, I finished the day's classes in high spirits. I actually came away from dodge-ball smiling, because tonight is my favourite holiday – Halloween. Despite that, I didn't actually have a costume. This was disappointing, as during Art earlier, I'd heard practically everyone talking about what they'd be dressing as. I had a feeling I would just stay in and watch a horror movie on my laptop. Although Pete had told me not to count on it. What else I might be doing without a costume, I didn't know.
As I sat cross-legged on my bed with my laptop, trying to find a good slasher flick, Pete came in from a bit of afternoon study in the library. "Hey." I smiled up at him, and he gave me a little wave in response. He wandered over and sat next to me on the bed, looking at the computer screen.
"What're you up to?" He asked, as I was browsing through links of popular horror films.
"Trying to find a movie to watch tonight." I was pretty sure I was going to go with A Nightmare on Elm Street.
Pete sighed and stood up, crossing his arms as he looked down at me. "I told you, Danny, I want you to come out with Jimmy, Gary and me tonight." He said, putting his bottom lip out slightly. I put the laptop aside, sighing quietly.
"And I told you that I didn't have a costume."
"Yeah, you do." Pete grinned, looking happy with himself. I, on the other hand, was confused.
"Well, I don't see it." I said folding my arms and Pete gave me a look of are-you-serious.
"Where does anything that you would wear go?" He hinted, and I guessed that he meant the wardrobe. I got up and walked over, pulling open the door to find a clear plastic bag on a hanger. I took it out, raising an eyebrow at Pete as I held it. "Turn it over." He said, and doing so, I saw a card inside with a picture of a man dressed as Zorro, complete with a plastic sword. I looked up and the grin on Pete's face was huge.
"Pete…" I was kind of in shock. Had Pete really gone to the effort of getting me a costume? "How did you, why did you?" I asked, setting the bag down on the bed.
"I ordered it online the other day, and I did it because you've been nothing but nice to me since you've been here. You made me feel like I really had a friend, and I wanted to say thank you." Pete said, looking down at his feet. I couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks, Pete." I said quietly. I stepped over to the boy and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a tight hug, touched by the boy's gift. I felt Pete's arms eventually come up around me. It was as if Pete hadn't been hugged before and he didn't know how to react. I guess Gary never hugged him. But I did suspect that they didn't have a conventional relationship.
I moved my hands to Pete's shoulders and took a step back, smiling happily at him. "Really, Pete, thanks. It means a lot that you'd do that for me." Pete smiled back and rubbed the back of his neck.
"It was nothing. And now you can come out with us tonight. Plus, I think you'll look good in it." The comment caught me off guard, and I gave Pete a questioning look. A moment later, the boy blushed heavily, not realising what he'd said. "No, no, I meant, I think you'll make a good Zorro!" He rushed, covering himself. I gave a fake pout, feigning sadness at the loss of the compliment. "Not that I think you won't look good in it, you will, I just didn't mean to say that!" He spoke fast, trying to make up for what he'd said. I chuckled at the display, and Pete sighed, turning away and sitting on his bed with his back to me. "I'll just stop talking."
"Thank you, Pete." I smiled, and crept up behind him. I slowly moved across the bed on my knees and put my arms around Pete's shoulders, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on Pete's cheek. As if he weren't flustered enough. I grinned and quickly moved back to my bed, taking the costume out of its bag. It was a complete Zorro outfit – hat, mask, gloves, shirt and trousers, and a belt to hook the sword on, all in black. I had a pair of shoes that I could wear with it, so the costume would be great for tonight. But thinking that raised a question. "What are you going to wear tonight?" I asked, looking back over my shoulder at Pete.
It took a moment for the boy to realise I was looking at him, and he had a blank expression. "Sorry?"
"Where's your costume?" I asked again, lifting the cape and giving a swish around my shoulders. I really did like this.
"Gary said he was going to sort something out for me." He said, looking blank as he fell to lie back on his bed. I had a feeling that Pete would only realise how bad a decision that was when he saw the costume. "He's getting Jimmy something too." I thought for a moment. Maybe for one night, Gary wouldn't be a prick. Maybe he'd get Pete and Jimmy nice costumes to wear. Although, they could be wearing animatronic Velociraptor costumes and I would still feel cooler in my Zorro kit. Because it really did look cool.
'I've got to try it on.' I pulled the sweater off over my head and began to unbutton my shirt, hastily throwing it aside. I went to undo the belt on my trousers, pausing for a second. Pete wouldn't mind if I changed my underwear in front of him, would he? I doubted it, I had changed everything else in front of him since we'd become roommates, I'm sure he would just brush it off. But then again, this was Pete. I didn't want to turn and check to see if he was looking, so I quickly dropped my trousers along with my boxer-briefs, which were today a dark purple, and grabbed an appropriately themed orange pair with a pumpkin carving face which had 'Trick my treat' on the waistband.
They were soon protecting my modesty, and I was pretty certain that Pete hadn't been looking. I think I would've heard him squeak or something if he had. Just for peace of mind, I threw a glance to the nearby mirror which was in front of me, and reflected behind me to Pete's bed. Pete must've seen as he looked rather red in the face, and was staring down at his lap. I then realised that if I could see Pete through the mirror, he could see me. And if he could've seen my front when I was boxer-less…
He didn't, did he?
Like with my interrupting his kiss from Gary, I chose not to bring up the subject and quickly went about pulling on the costume, jumping into the trousers, and pulling the shirt on. I was able to do almost all the buttons myself. I hate those little buttons on the cuff that you can only do yourself with one hand. Pete must've noticed my struggling, as he appeared at my side and took my hand, turning it over so he could button the cuffs.
Finishing one wrist, I lifted the other, and he buttoned that one too. I watched his face as he worked; thinking that the way his tongue was just poking out of the corner of his mouth and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration was pretty cute. Pete finished and looked up, meeting my eyes. I'd never gotten a chance to look at Pete this close before.
On the surface, his eyes were bright and happy as we shared our moment, yet he was still looking strained and tired, I'd even go as far as to say I saw pain. Pain that shouldn't be endured by a lad his age. Pain which I assumed stemmed from Gary. His hair, short and brown, looked smooth and soft to the touch. His eyebrows weren't pushed together; they sat apart, looking at ease. The corners of Pete's mouth were lifted in a smile, and his lips were slightly parted so I could just see the bottoms of his top teeth.
Pete moved his hand from my cuff to my palm, fingers bending around and holding them together as they lowered to our side. My own fingers curled and held onto Pete, finding his skin soft. A further glance to the lips and I found the smile was gone. Instead, they were neutral, yet still parted. Even more so, they were getting closer. I found myself breathing in as I prepared for what was coming. Pete's eyes were half-lidded as he neared my lips, sucking in his own breath as he –
BANG!
"Petey, I got your costume!" Gary's voice leapt through the building, and quicker than turning off a lamp, Pete had jumped back, distancing himself from me before Gary could barge through the door. I felt rather detached as the door was booted open, and Gary walked in, carrying three bags and completely ignoring me. It was like I was watching, but not from my own body. Just as an entity that floated around. Either way, I realised I was almost dribbling and brought myself back to the moment.
I quickly looped the belt around me and holstered the sword on it, before lifting the mask to my face and tying it around my head, tucked my hair into the hat as I lowered it on, and then made a bow at the front of my collar with the laces of the cape. I was now a complete Zorro, besides the shoes and gloves, but those could wait for now.
I moved to stand in front of the mirror, and examined myself, thinking it wasn't a bad fit. I was pretty sure that no-one except Pete, Gary and Jimmy would be able to tell it was me under the costume. I turned to face Pete, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I love it." Pete, jaw open at the contents of the bag in his lap, looked up and flashed me a smile.
"Good. You look-"
"-Like a skinny idiot, but at this short notice, it'll have to do." Gary sighed, dramatically putting his hands on his hips. Pete rolled his eyes, and reached into the bag, pulling out a bright pink, furry costume. I should've known – as if Gary would've gotten him something cool to wear. Pete was frowning, and Gary took a look out the window, noticing that it was already dark and the lamps outside were on. "Get that on, Petey, we're leaving in 10." Gary barked, picking up the remaining two bags. "Hurry him up if you can, Queer-o." He smirked at me before leaving, and I just brushed the comment off. I felt too cool to let something like that bug me.
Pete stood, holding the costume out as it unfurled to full length. It was a one-piece suit costume of a giant pink bunny. As much as I'd like to have believed Gary thought it was Easter, he probably chose that outfit because it would get Pete more undesirable attention. I walked towards him and lifted an arm of the costume, rubbing the soft fur before dropping it. "Wanna swap?" I offered, telling from the look on Pete's face that he was not looking forward to wearing that monstrosity.
"No, no, it's fine. I can wear this. Besides, your outfit's too big for me." Pete let out a light sigh, and laid the costume down on the bed as he started to remove his clothing. I turned to find my shoes, pulling them from the wardrobe and kneeling to put them on. As I knelt half fiddling, half tying my laces, there was a tiny voice in the back of my head, urging me to look at Pete. 'He'll be changing, I can't.' I thought 'That's exactly why you should.' The voice answered. It didn't take long for me to decide what to do.
I threw a glance over my shoulder to Pete, and saw him stood almost naked as he tucked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and, bending over, pull them down his legs. I felt the blush on my cheeks hit me like a smack to the chops, and quickly looked back to my feet, looking at my laces so hard they could do themselves up by will alone.
I can't believe what I just saw. There was no way I could tell Pete, he would die of embarrassment. But oh, what a sight. Pete's backside had an almost perfect curve to it, and the skin looked as soft as a cloud. The two mounds even had the lightest dusting of hair on them. They were parted slightly, enough for me to see what lay between. I felt a familiar stirring in my groin, and glanced down at my crotch. As surreptitiously as I could manage, I gently squeezed myself, feeling what lay inside swelling, already having reached half-mast. I could feel it pressing hard against the fabric of my underwear as it reached its full length. I swallowed dryly. 'Shit.'
'This place is turning me into a pervert!' My cheeks were burning, my trousers were almost painfully tented, and I had lost all control of my fingers, which now just loosely held the loops of my laces. 'Or maybe you like Pete a little more than you thought you did.' I let that thought linger for a moment. 'I think you might just be right.'
I stayed there fiddling with my laces for I don't know how long, but long enough for Pete to finish with his costume and for me to think enough horrid thoughts to kill my erection and possibly the next three. "What do you think?" I heard him ask from behind me. I ensured I was completely limp before turning as I stood, and saw Pete engulfed in pink fur, bunny ears half stood to attention. "I look like a dork, right?" he groaned, frowning deeply. I couldn't help but smile as I stepped closer and smoothed down some fur on his arm.
"You look positively adorable." I grinned, giving one of the ears a gentle flick. "Although, you'll probably be finding pink fur in places you didn't know existed for the next month. But all the same, you look cute." The answer made Pete smile, and he almost looked comfortable wearing the onesie now. He'd probably end up sweating buckets later though.
"You two ready yet?" Gary's voice called from the doorway. I turned and saw him dressed as a Nazi SS officer. Despite knowing him for around 2 months, this still surprised me. Gary really had no boundaries – everything was fair game to him.
"Yeah, we're ready." Pete answered crossing over to the door and leaving the room. I saw Gary's eyes follow Pete as he left, before stepping away from the doorway and heading across the hall. I left and saw Gary go into Jimmy's room and flop down on his bed while Pete quickly went down to the end of the hall and into the bathroom. Jimmy then entered the dorm, and headed straight for his room, nodding his head to me in greeting as he passed. He paused as he found Gary lying on his bed.
"Get into your costume, Jimmy." The Nazi demanded, and Jimmy, rolling his eyes, did as he was told, padding over to the wardrobe. I leant against the doorframe and tried not to let my eyes wander to Jimmy's body as he changed. I failed. I was unable to not watch as Jimmy pulled his vest and shirt off, shoulder muscles rippling as his arms removed the clothes. I finally tore my eyes away, wondering what was turning me into a peeping tom today.
Gary caught my eye as he gave me the dirtiest look ever. His mouth moved silently, and I'm not a great lip-reader, but it looked a hell of a lot like he had mouthed "You horny little faggot."
Jimmy was quickly changed into a skeleton costume, provided by Gary. 'Pete gets a pink bunny suit, and Jimmy gets to be a skeleton? Somebody's trying to get on Jimmy's good side.' Jimmy turned and stepped over to the bed. "Hey, what's going on?" It was almost like he didn't know it was Halloween.
Gary sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his boots clunking on the wooden floor as he faced Jimmy. "Not much – I was just lying here, wishing I could be more like you."
"Whatever." I wondered how long it would be before Jimmy was as sick of Gary's attitude as I was.
"But I'm cursed." Gary said, a fake tone of sadness in his voice.
"Yeah, really." Jimmy said, as if he were deciding to play along with Gary's little game.
"Yeah – cursed by brains." He said, getting to his feet. 'Or not.' I thought, smiling slightly. "Do you know what torture it is to be thinking ALL the time?" He paused for a moment, meeting Jimmy's eyes. "No, of course you don't." The malice in his voice was so present, it could've been a person in the room.
"Yeah, you're cursed, you're great… whatever. What else is going on?" Jimmy sighed. He seemed kinda out of it tonight. Maybe he'd had a rough day.
"Didn't you realise it's Halloween?" I asked, gesturing to the costumes we were all wearing.
He looked down at himself before back to me. "I wondered what I was doing in this." He said sarcastically, a smirk playing on his lips.
"All the prefects are at some party and the teachers are 'entertaining' – I use that word loosely – the kids. No, I'd say the opportunities for fun are pretty much nil." Gary explained sarcastically.
"What do you have in mind?" Jimmy questioned, causing Gary to smile.
"Come on, boys. You'll see…" Spinning in his Jackboots and clicking his heels together once primly, Gary exited the room with an exaggerated goosestep, Jimmy obediently following after. 'Why do I feel like this was how the Hitler Youth began?' I distanced the thought and followed after Jimmy.
"Let's go get Pete. I got him a real nice costume." He grinned mischievously. Jimmy glanced over at me, and I gave him a look that said "Nice is not the word I'd use." Although, I had to admit, Pete looked cute as a button in it. But it was going to get him beaten to hell and back by some of the bullies in school.
Speaking of which, we stepped out into the corridor to find Troy and Wade had stuffed Pete into a rubbish bin. As Jimmy and Gary made for the door, I quickly helped Pete out of the bin and hurried after the two, as Troy and Wade both looked mad that their quarry had gotten away.
"Guys, I look like a jerk." Pete moaned as we stepped into the cool night air. He did look quite sad that he was stuck in the bunny suit.
"No, you look fine. Don't be a baby." Gary called back to him. Jimmy walked slightly ahead with Gary, while I hung back with Pete. We had barely gotten under the archway of the path leading away from the dorm when a small boy all wrapped up in toilet paper walks up to me and Pete.
"Can you help me, sir?" he asked me, and I immediately recognised the voice.
"Sure, Pedro, what is it?" I asked, giving him a smile. He looked surprised that I recognised him, but then happy to realise it was the guy who'd been helping him get better at maths.
"Could you put this "Kick Me" sign on somebody, please?" He asked, handing me the sign.
"Pete and I can handle that, right?" I asked, looking to Pete for reassurance. The bunny nodded, and Pedro was happy with the answer. Nearby, a couple of jocks wearing Pumpkin masks were stood talking, and as our party of four passed them, I lightly attached the sign to the back of one in the varsity jacket. I didn't see what happened, but if the sounds of kicks impacting on flesh and a scream of "Why?!" were anything to go by, then it had gone down pretty well. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Pete and I had also been given a Volcano 4000 firework by one of the nerds and asked to set it off near a group of students. The explosion had knocked four people off their feet, and we were in gales of laughter for a good five minutes. Afterwards, Jimmy and Gary were asked by some students to target others with itching powder, marbles, stink bombs and eggs. The two worked together to rain the weapons down on the unsuspecting school body. I had to feel sorry for the guy who was hit by a stink bomb, tried to run away and slipped on some marbles, and then had an egg and itching powder drop onto him simultaneously.
Gary had an idea for a prank, and the four of us made our way towards Harrington House. When we arrived, we stood around Gary, waiting for him to explain, as he had been unwilling to divulge any details until we got here. "Okay, here's the deal. We're going to feed Chad's dog some of this rancid meat. Wait for him to take a dump, and then-"
"What, what the hell?!" Pete looked disgusted at the thought of this prank, and I had to admit, I had lost hope for it when poop became involved. "I'm outta here." He turned to look at me. "Wanna head down to the Hole with me?" he asked, and although not knowing what 'the Hole' was, I was sure it was the better option over dog poop.
"Sure." Pete smiled and began to lead the way. I followed, giving Gary & Jimmy a wave as we left. "See you later." Jimmy waved back, while Gary looked offended.
"Bye bye, babies. Have fun in Petey's hole, Danny." He jeered, and I let the comment slide as I caught up with Pete.
"So what's the Hole?" I asked. Pete gave a knowing smile.
"It's this place under the school where sometimes you could catch a big fight or two, but tonight, some of the other students have organised a rave down there. I thought it would be fun to check out." He explained, pulling the hood of his bunny suit down. His cheeks were red, so I gathered that it must've been quite hot inside the suit. But I would be more than happy to help him remo- 'Stop thinking like that, you little perv.'
I shook my head, ridding myself of the thought as I followed Pete through one of the doors at the back of the school. It was empty inside, which sent a chill down my spine. An empty school at night was not my idea of safe, more scary. "How are they going to get away with the music?" I asked, as Pete opened a door marked Boiler Room.
"Are you kidding? The walls are so thick a bomb could go off down there and no one would notice." Pete smiled as we went in, and led the way down towards the very soft yet growing thump-thump of music. I wasn't sure what to expect from a rave planned entirely by students, but it couldn't be worse than a prank involving dog crap, right?
Oooh, cliffhanger! Hopefully, I'll have finished the next chapter soon, and then you can have that and Halloween night will be done with.
Anyway, you know I love to hear your thoughts, and I really do hope you've enjoyed this chapter, and the story as a whole so far.
I'm now going to see if I can get towards the end of Chapter 8 before I die from this stupid heat.
Seriously, it is night time and I am still melting.
HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE. GODDAMN IT BRITAIN, SORT YOUR SHIT OUT.
Much love, and until next time!
~RyRy
