CHAPTER SEVEN: DATE WITH THE MOM

JOHNNY'S POV

"Well, he is awake," Mr. Miyagi said and motioned for us to follow him. I know it sounds really girly, but it felt like my heart tried to leap out of my chest and looking at the others I could tell they had the same feeling. We followed him over to where Daniel, his mom, Ali and Mr. Johnson were. Daniel was sitting up, but not standing, he was probably still too dizzy for that, and he was leaning against his mom, who was holding him tightly. I could see their lips moving, but we weren't close enough to hear words. Ali was rubbing Daniel's arm, trying to comfort him and Pat Johnson was sitting across from the three, checking over Daniel with his eyes.

I walked faster to get past my friends and next to Mr. Miyagi. "Is he okay?" I asked him.

"Oy," Mr. Miyagi said. I think that meant yes.

We got closer and closer until we were right next to the group.

"Mom, I really don't need a doctor, I'm just a little sore," Daniel mumbled. Call me girly again, but I was so happy to hear him talk.

"Daniel, you have a broken leg, and you were nearly killed!" His mom cried hysterically.

"I'm fine," Daniel yawned, "I'm just tired." None of them noticed us. I wanted Daniel to know I was there, so I broke away from my friends and Mr. Miyagi and went to sit with my legs folded beneath me on the ground next to Mr. Johnson.

Daniel's eyes widened when he saw me, and I think I was the only one who noticed he tensed up. I jacked him off and stayed here to make sure he was alright, and he was still scared of me? His pretty brown eyes were still wide and he looked fearful, like a little kid in an 'R' rated movie, but it was cute. His eyes were so pretty when they were scared, and they way he bit on his bottom lip made me jealous that I couldn't do that for him. His lips were really soft and smooth when I kissed him. I wanted those lips pressed against mine and I wanted to explore his mouth with my tongue. I should have kissed him harder when we were in his locker room! Not dirty thoughts again! My erection had started to fade, but it came back! Why did Daniel have to look so cute right now?

Well, I better make conversation. "Do you feel okay?" I asked him and I made sure my voice showed how concerned I was.

"Y-yeah," he mumbled, "Do you?"

"Thanks to you," I gave him a goofy grin and he looked away. I think he blushed just a little bit.

Daniel yawned again and stretched his arms above his head. Daniel reached behind him and grabbed Dutch's jacket. "Here," he mumbled and held it out to me.

I grabbed the jacket and tossed it over to Dutch and he caught it. Daniel looked over to the rest of them and he looked fearful again. He almost looked like we were going to get him in trouble or we would hurt him, he looked so scared and nervous, I just wanted to hold him.

The rest of the guys came to sit down beside us, so it ended with Daniel sitting between his mother and Ali, and Pat Johnson scooted over so he was sitting next to Ali, Mr. Miyagi stood off to the side of the group, me sitting directly in front of Daniel, with Tommy to my right and Dutch on the other side of him, Bobby sitting on my left and Jimmy sitting beside him.

We were all silent for about a minute until Daniel broke the silence.

"Why are we sitting on the ground?" He asked and started laughing lightly and after a few moments Ali and his mother joined in. Daniel had a cute laugh, it didn't sound forced or uneasy, it sounded cheerful.

"No, seriously, why are we sitting on the ground?" Daniel asked, speaking directly to his mom.

"Well, we couldn't move you when you were unconscious," Mrs. LaRusso replied with a sad, small smile.

Daniel pushed himself off the ground and stood up, putting all of his weight on his left leg. "Aren't we still going out to eat?" Daniel asked his mom.

"No!" She cried. "You were almost killed, and you want to go out to eat?"

"But Ma, I'm hungry!" Daniel whined and stuck out his lower lip and made his eyebrows rise slightly looking like a sad puppy. I could just imagine Daniel wearing nothing but a dog collar, eager to please his masters. Damn these tight pants! I swear, I really did try to stop thinking that, but the thoughts were just too tempting to resist. I imagined Daniel on his hands and knees, completely naked except for a black collar with a leash attached. He was in front of me, and he was reaching up to unzip my pants. He pulled my pants down and literally licked his lips when he saw my cock sticking out. My imaginary Daniel leaned forward, and his warm lips wrapped around the head. Aww, fuck. I bit my bottom lip to stifle my small groan and I don't think anyone noticed. I untied my jacket from my waist and set it in my lap to cover my jeans (which were so strained, I was afraid they'd rip) and when I looked around, I was relieved to see only a few people noticed how 'happy' I was. Tommy and Bobby were snickering and Ali was wearing a smug smile and she sat tall and proud. Dumb bitch thought I was turned on by her! I'd love to see her expression if she knew it was her boyfriend I was horny for.

"No, Daniel, we have food at home," Mrs. LaRusso said sternly.

"I don't like anything we have at home, and you said we would go out to celebrate whether I won or not! Please maaaaa!" Daniel begged and dragged out the 'a' part in 'ma'.

"Daniel, your mom is right; I think you should rest too." Ali said caringly.

"But I'm fine and I'm hungry!" Daniel protested.

"He's really whiney," Bobby mumbled to me and I chuckled softly.

"And you're not?" I asked in a teasing way. Bobby smirked and turned back to Daniel.

"Please," Daniel begged. He got down on his left knee, with his right knee bent, almost like he was proposing. "Please!" Daniel begged again.

Mrs. LaRusso sighed. "Are you sure you're alright?" She asked with concern.

"I'm fine!" Daniel said eagerly; he knew his mom was about to say 'yes'. He was pretty cute when he was excited,

"Alright then," she said softly. "But only for a little while; an hour and a half, that's it!"

Daniel got out of his 'proposing' stance and stood up with a big grin planted on his face. Why was going out to eat so important to him?

"Well come on!" Daniel said happily. He held out his hands to help his mother and Ali up. They each took a hand, but neither really pulled on it because they were too afraid to pull Daniel down with his bad leg.

I stood up and the rest of the guys followed, even Mr. Johnson. Daniel began to walk, well kind of limped, back to his car and Ali followed.

Mrs. LaRusso turned to us, and she gave us a smile. It was warm and friendly, Daniel probably got his personality from his mom.

"I hope you boys can move past this little spat. Daniel's a little shy and he doesn't have too many friends here. I think he's still mad at me for making us move away from all his old friends."

I smiled back at her. "Yeah, we were actually going to talk to Daniel before we left to – you know – agree on being friends?" I said it like a question, though it wasn't one, "but if you guys are leaving, we'll just catch him at school."

Mrs. LaRusso paused and looked away. For about 5 seconds, it seemed like she was deep in thought. She smiled again and raised her head.

"How 'bout you guys come with us?!" She asked excitedly with her New Jersey accent coming through. Without giving any of us a chance to speak, she continued. "We're going to a restaurant called The Golden Corral and I'm sure this would be a good time to settle some sort of truce!"

I looked at the guys. Dutch and Tommy were smiling like idiots and Bobby shrugged.

"I don't know, Mrs. LaRusso. I mean, yeah, we want to be friends with Daniel, but our parents are kind of expecting us and Johnny and I are pretty sore. I–"

Dutch leaned towards him and whispered something in Bobby's ear. Bobby looked confused at first, but then his eyes widened, and he smiled deviously.

"Actually, we can just call our parents and tell them we'll be out celebrating for a while and I'm feeling pretty good, aren't you, Johnny?"

I hesitated to answer. I wasn't too sure if they're plan would be good or bad, after all Dutch and Tommy had come up with it. I wanted to know what they were planning before I agreed, but Mrs. LaRusso was already staring strangely at us, and it'd be weird if I said I needed to talk with my friends about it first, so I just nodded.

Mrs. LaRusso stared oddly at us for a moment longer, but she smiled and said "Great! You boys won't need a ride, will you?" Her smile began to fade, "our car can only fit so many…" her voice trailed off.

"Uhh, no we'll just take Tommy's car," Bobby explained.

Mrs. LaRusso looked shocked for a moment. I didn't understand why at first, but the reason caught up with me after a few moments. She and Daniel were poor; they lived in Reseda and rented an apartment. Their car could barely run (I remember from the time Tommy, Dutch, Barbra, Susan and I saw Daniel and Ali on their date at Golf-'n-Stuff and Daniel's mom drove up in that piece-of-crap-car). She was probably shocked that our parents could afford to buy us each a car and our dirt bikes, while she could barely afford a running car.

The look of shock was quickly wiped off her face and replaced with a big smile. "Great! You guys want to follow us there? Or do you need to stop at your house to drop your things off?"

"Uhh, no, we're fine; we'll just follow you there." I answered for us.

Mrs. LaRusso's grin never faltered. "Alright, we're leaving right now, see-ya in a few!" She chirped and turned to head back to her car. She was really happy even after her son lost consciousness!

I turned to the guys. All of them but Jimmy (who was leaning against the car, looking off in a daze) were grinning at me.

"What's the secret?"

"Well," Dutch drawled out, "if we can get our toy" that was usually his name for Daniel "alone in the restaurant, we could have some more fun. Bobby never got to get his kiss or give his hand-job, you know."

"And if we sit by him, who knows where our hands could end up?" Tommy purred.

"Well let's get in the car, before they leave," I rushed, running to the passenger door, but Dutch beat me to it. Ever since we were 12, Dutch and I always competed to get the front seat when we rode together. It usually ended up with us pushing and trying to trip each other and I winning.

But Dutch the Asshole cut in front of me, and he was in the passenger seat before I could protest. I sighed angrily and opened up the back door and got in the seat behind the jerk. Tommy got in the driver's seat (he never lets anybody else drive his car, not even his parents), Bobby climbed in through the other door and sat in the middle and Jimmy got in and sat behind Tommy. I closed my eyes to relax and leaned back against the cool, dark leather seats as Tommy started the car and the engine roared to life.

"Jesus, you're really pitchin' a tent!" Bobby said loudly. I think he was trying to bug me.

"Yeah, I was trying to explain to him that sex with someone unconscious goes way beyond kinky, it's just fucked up!" Dutch whooped with laughter in his voice.

"Do you guys' mind if I get rid of it?" I asked. I've seen all four of them jack-off before and I think Bobby's given Dutch a hand-job and Tommy's given one to Jimmy. I'm positive Jimmy's not gay, but it always feels better if someone else is doing it to you.

"Not in my car! I don't want your cum on my leather seats!"

"Then give me a damn rag or towel or some'tin!" If I get aggravated, I slur my words together.

"Yeah, sure Johnny, I just happen to have a towel in my car!"

"Don't get sarcastic with me!"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"I wanna get rid of it!"

"Not in my car!"

"What if I do it anyway?"

"Then I'll go full speed down the highway and push you out and hope you break your neck."

Ouch. "Come on!"

"No!"

"Please?"

"No!"

"Please?"

"No!"

"Ple-"

"Jesus, just let him jack-off, Tommy!" Jimmy snapped but I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I don't want cum in my car!"

"Don't you have any napkins?" I whined. The thought of jacking-off was making me harder.

"No! Now just chill, man, maybe you can get Daniel to give you a blow-job or something." I felt the car slow as we came to a red light.

"Damn it, Tommy! That thought isn't helping me 'chill,' it's making me harder!"

"Yeah, even I'm getting turned on by that thought," Bobby mumbled.

"You wanna see Johnny get a blow-job?" Dutch asked, acting stupid, but then again this is Dutch…maybe he's not acting.

"You know what I mean," Bobby snapped and smacked Dutch in the shoulder.

"Shut-up and get Daniel to blow you, man!" Tommy snapped. He always gets annoyed with us.

"Fine!" I snapped back. Once we all calmed down, we were quiet until Tommy spoke again.

"How do you think he's going to react to us being there?" I felt the car moving as the red light turned green.

DANIEL'S POV

"You what?" I seethed at my mom.

"Daniel, let's face it, you don't have many friends here. Those boys are willing to be friends and you should be too," my mom said firmly.

"They don't want to be friends, mom." Well at not least just friends. I know I should tell my mom what happened to me in my locker room three times. But I just couldn't. I don't know why. I wasn't really embarrassed, there were five of them and one of me, it's not like I actually stood a chance by 'just saying 'no''. Well I was embarrassed about it, but not too much. I was pretty confused with all the questions in my mind. When did they start liking me? Why do they like me? Does Johnny still like Ali? What about Ali? What would they do when school starts back up? Are they just playing with my head? Who else knows they're gay? How many other guys have they been with? Does this make me gay? I was really confused with everything. Then there was part of me that was so pissed, it was about to shoot out of my skin. A person's first orgasm should be with someone they love and care about. They shouldn't be thrown to the floor and touched in scary ways. If they were so scary, why did you like them? Those damn questions in my head were turning on me.

"I know they seem like jerks, Daniel," Ali started, "but they can actually be pretty decent. They did stay around to make sure you were okay." I noticed she paused, and a smirk was placed over her too-much-make-up-wearing face. "Besides, I'm positive Johnny still likes me."

"Yeah, remember the country club?" I asked. I was still mad and jealous that I had seen Johnny kissing Ali. Are you jealous because Ali was kissing someone other than you, or because Johnny was? Damn that voice. I know now that Johnny had forced Ali to kiss him because he knew I was looking at them. I wonder if Johnny had ever forced Ali to kiss him when they were dating. Like the way you were forced to kiss Dutch and Tommy? I mentally growled at the stupid voice in my head.

"It was different this time." Ali simply stated.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, don't get mad," she started.

"Have you ever noticed when someone tells you not to get mad, it only makes you madder?" I asked aloud, but everyone pretended not to hear me.

"But I think he had an erection from me." She whispered so my mom and Mr. Miyagi, who was in the passenger seat, wouldn't hear.

"Wh-what?" I asked with my eyes wide. I felt my blood boiling. Johnny likes her…again?! He does all that stuff to me, and he likes her still! Why does it matter because you're jealous? Damnit voice.

"I saw something sticking up in his pants when he was sitting across from us, but he pulled his jacket onto his lap to hide it," she said quietly. Her voice almost sounded like she was proud or happy of the fact! My girlfriend, proud that her ex-boyfriend who is also my bully is hiding a boner for her!

I was about to reply, but Mr. Miyagi said something before I could.

"They seem nice but have much to learn. Daniel-san, you should agree on friendship. Boys want to call truce, you should too." Mr. Miyagi paused and said "Yes, boys are mean, but not bad. No such thing as bad students, just bad teachers. They want to correct their mistakes with you."

I couldn't say no to Mr. Miyagi, I just couldn't. He was my mentor, he was like a second father to me, although my real father wasn't so great. Mr. Miyagi saved my life! If it wasn't for him, I'd have been killed on Halloween night! I owe him everything. Maybe, just for him, I could act like I was friends with those jerks.

Most of the way was filled with small talk: Mr. Miyagi asked how Ali and I were doing in school and how my leg was; my mom was interested in what Ali planned to do for a career (which was modeling or designing clothes). My mom was treating Ali like she was part of the family only though they've known each other for only a couple of months! Ali was asking me what I wanted to do with my life, or as she put it 'support my future family,' and I told her I don't really know, but it seems cool to open my own dojo or be a teacher of some sort and Mr. Miyagi smiled at me proudly. Every now and then I would throw in a comment, but most of the time, I stared at the window and concentrated on how I felt about my situation.

I knew I was furious and embarrassed with them and I would yell at them the moment I got the chance. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against homosexuals, my mom raised me to be accepting of everybody, but I was against molesters. I was against what they were doing one hundred percent. I could even give 10 reasons off the top of my head why I don't like them.

1) They're assholes.

2) They trashed my bike.

3) Johnny embarrassed me in front of 20 people the first day I met him by beating me up on the beach.

4) I had to enter this tournament because of them.

5) Although he apologized for it, Bobby broke my leg and Johnny made it worse.

6) They would have killed me on Halloween night if Mr. Miyagi hadn't saved me.

7) They made me afraid to go to school.

8) All the things they did in the locker room.

9) All the bruises and cuts they gave me.

10) Again, they're assholes.

There are more reasons too:

11) Johnny kissed my girlfriend, Ali.

12) They made fun of my (well, my mom's) car when Ali and I saw them at Golf 'n Stuff.

13) Because of Bobby, I lost my place on the soccer team.

14) They beat me up for no reason.

15) I just hate them for always hitting me and beating me and making me scared.

As I continued the list in my head, I didn't notice when we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. I looked over my shoulder, out of the back window, and saw a car following us into the parking lot. Let the night of hell begin.