Evan's All-American Collegiate Journey

Recap:

"Hey, shut up!" Kofi laughed, finally moving a muscle after revealing that little tidbit of information. "So what do you need me for?"

"Well, I don't know exactly what happens…" Evan admitted. "You know, during it…"

Kofi gasped.

"So you're telling me you don't know how to fuck?"

Chapter 11: Ultimatum

Evan punched Kofi in the arm, hard, causing the taller boy to shriek.

"What was that for?"

"Being so blatant about it!" Evan shouted. "Now, seriously, can you help me out?"

Kofi held his arm tenderly. "Sure, just don't throw any more punches. You hit hard for your size!"

Evan expressed his impatience to Kofi immediately, tapping his foot.

"Well, I really don't know how to explain it to you, considering how different it is for me and for you…"

"It can't possibly be that different," Evan replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Sex is sex, right?"

"You really are clueless about this situation, aren't you?" said Kofi. "This is difficult, um, I don't know how to say this…"

"What, say what?"asked Evan, intrigued by Kofi's struggle for words.

"I'm thinking in order for you to understand it fully, you need to watch some…um…porn…"

"Say what now…"

"So, that Evan kid…you fucked him yet?

"You're funny, Tyson," Jack dribbled his ball and shot it into the basket.

"I'm serious," Tyson replied, applauding Jack's shot. "Ever since you came out in 10th grade, you usually get guys in bed quicker than I can count to three."

"Well, he doesn't seem like he wants to," Jack shot another basket. "I've left a couple hints, tried moving forward when we make out and stuff, but he always gets out of it."

Tyson stood and watched his friend make another basket. "Maybe you're not being aggressive enough. You know, letting him know you're ready to fuck, and that he better be alright with it."

Jack turned around and tucked the basketball under his arm. "I bet you don't think like that with Natalya, do you?"

Tyson stood silent.

"Thought so."

"You really like him, don't you?" Tyson crossed his arms with a smirk.

"What, the twerp?" Jack blushed and spun around. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't deny it. You haven't acted this way with any of your past boyfriends this quick into the relationship," Tyson said, he knew, he'd known Jack since high school.

"Fine, I like him," Jack responded, finally. "A lot."

"Knew it," added Tyson.

"Aww, is Jacky in love?" cooed a smug voice from the gymnasium doors. Tyson and Jack spun around to see none other than Mike Mizanin arrogantly walking towards them.

"Cut it out, Mike," Tyson said, crossing his arms. "Don't be a pest."

"I could say the same to you, Tyson," Mike replied. "Now, you'd better scram before I get my guys to teach you a little lesson."

Tyson wasn't scared of Mike or his threats, but a nod the head from Jack told Tyson that Jack could handle it, and he slowly made his way out of the gym, eyeballing Mike's cocky face the entire time.

"Glad that idiot's gone," Mike smiled, making Jack want to punch him. "But let's talk about you, those were some nice shots you were making."

Jack was unsure of Mike's motives, so he simply replied with a "Thanks." As he thought, he decided Mike couldn't mean any more harm than he already did, so he added, "Think I could make the team?"

"Definitely," Mike laid an arm on Jack's shoulder, pulling him to him. "Team captain's looking for good players like you, we could use it."

Jack smiled, and made another consecutive basket, gaining a slight applause from Mike.

"But listen," Mike started, causing Jack's smile to fade a bit. "Being Randy's right hand man, I think you're a shoe-in. But there's one thing that you could do to get me to get a good word in for you. Randy trusts anything I say, anyway."

"Really, now?" Jack questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Indeed, Jacky…you've done something recently that's caused you to fall out of my good graces…"

"Hmph," said Jack. He really didn't want to have to listen to Mike's shenanigans, but he knew he really wanted to make the basketball team, and he'd heard from some people that if Mike doesn't like someone, Randy doesn't like someone. He figured Mike would only ask something trivial if he wanted Jack to do something.

"So what can I do-,"

Mike completely interrupted Jack, making the taller boy pinch the bridge of his nose tightly. "Now, Jack, let's see what you can do to get back in my good graces," Mike tapped his finger on his chin teasingly. "…Oh, I know…DUMP that chump Evan."

SQUEAK! The basketball in Jack's hands hit the nicely polished court's floor.

"I am not watching porn..." Evan rolled his eyes at his best friend.

"Well how do you expect to find out?" Kofi shrugged his shoulders. "I've never screwed with a guy, so I wouldn't know the details!"

"It's not that different!" Evan replied, wondering if it was true.

"Hey, why don't you talk to Mon-," Kofi was broken off by Alicia, who had appeared and whispered something into the former's ear.

"Evan, text me later, me and Alicia have to get to...um..." Kofi started.

"Class?" Evan interjected, knowing full well they weren't going to class at all.

"Yeah, that's it..." Kofi disappeared into the field with Alicia, the both of them running like their lives depended on it.

"Horndogs," Evan rolled his eyes.

"Edward?"

"It's Evan!" shouted Evan, not knowing who had just spoken behind him. He turned around, bumping right into the senior that is Randy Orton.

"Whoa, Randy, I didn't mean to sound so-," Evan scrambled for words, not wanting to angry the imposing-looking senior.

"Relax, kid," Randy tugged his hand out of his pocket and slung his arm over Evan's shoulder, causing Evan to reflexively wince, and started to move the both of them to the nearest bench.

Once they were seated, Randy couldn't help but want to laugh a bit at how worked up the younger boy looked. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation over there with your friend, and I wanted to offer my assistance."

"You want to help me...learn about having sex?" Evan asked, though he felt slightly embarrassed after saying it, and he felt his cheeks burn red.

"Well, yeah," Randy. "Not to brag, but I'm pretty adept in that field."

Evan took a deep breath, it was true, he'd heard that before Randy got with John, he scored a new guy in bed just about every night. To say that Randy Orton was promiscuous was an understatement in the least. Evan felt slightly weird sitting next to someone with so much experience while he himself was so unexperienced.

"So are you a top or a bottom?" Randy asked with a completely straight face.

Evan hadn't expected Randy to be so straightforward. "Um, what exactly do you mean?"

Randy turned to face away for a second, and then turned back to Evan. "This is going to take a while..."

"So what do you say, Jacky?" Mike kicked back in the bleachers, the grin on his face clear to all as he watched Jack's sullen expression.

"Break up with him?" Jack finally said. He started to get angry. "You're nuts. As if I'd ever-,"

"But you forget," Mike's grin, if anything, had grown in the last-minute. "You want to make it on the basketball team, don't you?"

"So that's the game you're playing, huh?" Jack's knuckles started to show veins as he curled his hands into fists. "Blackmail?"

"I wouldn't say blackmail," Mike replied, in a sarcastic pitiful voice. "Oh wait, it is blackmail isn't it?"

Jack remained speechless for a moment, but then anger surged through him like a fiery sun. He grabbed Mike by the collar and practically flung him out of the bleachers towards him. His anger flared when he realized that Mike's smug grin never left his face. "Why don't I just beat the hell out of you just for trying to-,"

"Ah ah, Jack," Mike toyed. "You've made the basketball team every single time you've tried out since third grade, correct?"

Jack said nothing, but held his death grip on Mike.

"That's a pretty remarkable feat; I don't even think I have such a record. I'd hate for that streak to end," Mike coyed. "Especially on something as stupid and trivial as that Evan chump."

That last line made Jack want to punch Mike even more. How dare he call Evan stupid and trivial? No one, hell not even himself, was allowed to say something like that about Evan. Not while Jack was standing. He questioned whether he was falling for Evan for a moment, and his grip on Mike loosened.

"So, what are you going to do, Jacky?"

Jack ignored Mike as he continued to think. Was he in love with Evan? No, it was too quick to think of such a thing. This was basketball he was talking about, he knew that Mike had enough influence that he could prevent him from getting on the team, and he didn't know what he'd do if he didn't make it. He hated how Mike was making him choose between his most liked things right now: Evan and basketball. He tossed Mike back down into the bleachers.

"Listen, Jacky, it's obvious you need some time to think," the fake caring that Mike laced onto his voice made Jack want to vomit. "Hit me up when you've got your answer. I'd hate to see you miss being on the best basketball team in the league."

With that, Mike brushed himself off and casually exited the gymnasium, leaving a conflicted Jack to himself.

Evan sat on the bench, simply in awe at everything Randy had just told him about the wonders of sex. Half of it made him want to go ahead and do it with Jack already and half of it made him scared of doing it with anyone.

"Did you catch all of that?" Randy snapped Evan back into reality.

"I...believe so," Evan stuttered.

"Yeah, so that's basically it. Don't be scared of it, because it's just about the best feeling in the world. That and playing basketball."

Suddenly, Kofi came running over to the two of them, breaths heavy. "Ready for our next class Evan?" he asked, panting. It was obvious he'd either had a long ways to travel to get to them, or he was still recuperating from a rather good round of naughtiness. Probably both.

"Yeah, I'm ready," Evan stood up and started to leave with Kofi before remembering Randy. "So, um...thanks, Randy..."

"No problem, just remember, don't be scared of it," Randy rubbed Evan's hair and started for the opposite direction.

"What was that about?" Kofi asked his friend.

"Oh nothing," Evan said, he was starting to feel a little better about the situation.

It was about midnight, and Jack was still awake, contemplating what to do. He'd somehow been able to avoid showing his discontent around Evan for the most part. Evan was sound asleep in the other bed; Jack stared at his sleeping face, it was so adorable to him...

Jack picked up his treasured picture of his father and wiped it softly with the side of his hand. He had since gotten a new frame for it since Evan dropped it a few weeks back. He glanced over to his cell phone, at Evan, and then back at his dad.

"I have to do this dad, it's for the best..."

End of chapter 11.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Preview for next chapter:

Evan bit his lip as he started a conversation with his boyfriend. "Hey, um, Jack..."

"Yeah, twerp?" Jack refused to look the shorter boy in the face, his mood to sullen.

"After this party, I was wondering..." Evan glanced at Jack's face, which was shy of any happiness.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Jack lied, knowing exactly what was wrong with him.