A.N./ Hey you guys! Before I start I just want to let you guys know what an honor it is that you guys still care about me and this weird piece of fanfiction I've created. It's been really nice knowing you guys care for me and the well being of this ole thing as much as I care about you and your enjoyment of my writings.
So yeah enough with the sappy stuff on to the story!
We made it to school safe, late and Evan's complaints of hunger grating on my nerves, but safe. We had just plopped down in our respective seats in English when we were called to the office.
"Philly... Philly what's going on? Are we in trouble, what'd we do?" Evan held onto my bicep tightly, sounding dangerously close to tears.
"It'll be okay baby. It'll be okay." I shifted his backpack to my left shoulder, which bared the weight of my own bag.
I threw a reassuring arm around his shoulders and dropped a kiss onto the side of his head. He pushed open the door to the main office and stopped abruptly.
Looking around I saw what caused Evans cease in walking, our principal sat behind his desk, Evan's father on what side of the room and on the other side sat Cena and his band of fucktards. Slowly making our way over to Evans dad, I suddenly felt as if all my injuries were on display once again. With each step a white-hot pain shot up my left leg, but I gritted my teeth an trudged on.
"What's going on daddy?" Evan asked as he plopped down in the seat beside Mark.
"Don't worry about it just yet." Mark ruffled Evan's hair before turning to me, "Good to see you again Phil." He shook my hand and I returned the pleasantry.
"Well since we're all here Mr. Calaway has a few things he'd like to address." Our worthless principal began.
"I only have one question, why has it been damn near a month since my boy here got attacked yet these little sniveling punks have faced no repercussions for their actions? It's a real simple question." Mark's voice was cold and deadly.
"Well Mr. Calaway, it's been reported to me that Evan was the instigator." Our principal- a balding, tall string bean of a man, with too blue eyes- folded his hands upon the desk.
"Nuhuh! I was on my way back to class when they pushed me an called me a faggot, so then I said I'd rather be gay than a half retarded ape."
"No matter who the instigator was, nothing excuses the fact that they put Phil in the hospital." I shifted my weight awkwardly.
"This would've never happened if Phil had just mind his business an kept walking." Cena's voice rang out clear as day.
Now it was my turn, "Or if I'd just been straight right? I don't remember getting my ass handed to me when I was dating Maria, by the way how is your sister?"
"You son of a bitch-"
"That is quite enough!" Our principal cleared his throat and turned his attention back to Mark, "Phillip does those kinds of things all the time, so it was only natural for John to react. After all boys will be boys." He smiled a greasy smile that made my blood run cold.
"I swear to you," Suddenly Mark's voice dropped an he slammed both fists on either side of the oak desk, ",if those boys are not taken care of I'll unleash the full fury of hell fire and brimstone down upon your sorry ass and everyone in this son of a bitch."
"Y-yes sir."
Mark smiled, and then it was gone as quick as it came. "C'mon boys we're going home."
Nodding Evan and I followed Mark's imposing figure out of the school and to his truck.
When we pulled into my driveway I hovered my hand over the door handle, "Mark -uh, Mr. Calaway, I just wanna say thanks. For everything. For back at the school, for letting me be able to be with Evan. Just, thanks."
"It's no problem son." I nodded, grabbed my bag, gave Evan a quick kiss and made my way into the house when it dawned on me.
How the fuck am I gonna get to school tomorrow? Fuck.
"Phillip, is that you?" My mother's voice floated in from the kitchen.
"Yeah, yeah ma it's me." I threw my keys down in the kitchen table.
"Oh how I wish you wouldn't do that, it scratches the linoleum." She sighed, "But what brings you home this early?"
I relayed Mark's display of badassery to her, and my unfortunate predicament of being without a way to school tomorrow. Luckily, she understood both.
In the few weeks following things seemed to be running smooth, the band of jerk offs were suspended for a week and I had fallen into the grove of having a job. But that's when it happened. When I got the first call.
It was four in the morning on a Friday and school was a mere three hours away when my phone began to blare some annoying song from a movie or something I don't remember changing my ringtone to, but that's besides the point.
Grabbing my phone I answer the call without bothering to adjust my eyes to read the caller I.D. whoever it was, was about to get ripped a new one. I'll tell ya that.
"Hello?" My voice was thick with sleep, but my anger was clear as day.
"Oh, were you asleep? I'm sorry, I didn't wanna wake you but daddy said I should because you're the one that knocked me up." Jesus Christ Evan.
"No, no it's fine." It is not fine; it's four in the morning. What could you possibly want? I swear if we weren't married and he wasn't pregnant I would've hung up on him, instead I said, "What do you need?"
"I was wondering if you could get me some things?"
"What things?" Better question: what could you need at four in the morning?
"One of those Doritos tacos from Taco Bell, pickles, bananas, and chocolate pudding." I sighed.
"Yeah sure. I'll be right over."
It took a half an hour to find a convenience store a) open this late and b) that happened to have pickles, bananas, and chocolate pudding. But the look of pure joy that lit up Evan's face when I presented the bags to him made my midnight trip worth it.
And the thank you blowjob he gave me was icing on the cake.
A.N./ Well was it good? I'm trying to get back into the groove of actually writing something non-school related so yeah. Review, favorite, alert. One love brudda. Peace.