Author's note: Okey dokey everybody. After getting a letter from an angry reader, I decided to start writing this again. I'm sorry for being such an ass about this and if you really want to know why, then email me at Rebbie_Girl_me@yahoo.com. But that's boring stuff. Now, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, if I mentioned all of you I think this would go on forever. But I will name the one person who got me off my but to do this again. That is, Hershey Bar. Thank you so much. I promise to keep up with it this time. For one more thing, it's been a long time since I wrote these first two chapter and my writing style and hopefully talent has changed. I believe that this chapter is far better than the other two, and longer. I didn't realize how short the other two were until today when I looked back over them. This ones longer though ::grins::
Okay, for one more thing now. If anyone would like to take on the responsibility of keeping on my ass to get this story done, please do so. I'd really appreciate it. Anyway, give me lots of feedback. That helps remind me to get off my butt and write :) Plus it really means a lot to me. I love you all. Oh, and to one reviewer who didn't leave a name ... Ralph is too gay! ::cries hysterically:: lol, to each there own though. :D
Anyway, here's CH. 3............
Ralph couldn't believe what was happening. First he'd started having all those dreams, then Jack showed up a week after they'd started. It felt like some version of the twilight zone. No, maybe a nightmare, but this was too real to be a nightmare. Then again, all of the dreams about Jack he'd been having seemed real too, so real. He could still feel them like they'd just happened, like he was still in them. Was there any truth to the dreams? Ralph had no idea, he didn't even know if it was possible for dreams to be real.
The teacher spoke and brought Ralph out of his thoughts. The words she said made Ralph want to shrink to the size of an ant, or better yet, disappear. She said, "Why don't you take a seat back there behind Ralph. There, that will be fine. Okay then..." she began talking about the day's lesson, but Ralph didn't hear anymore. Her words were being drowned out by the slow, steady sound of feet hitting the floor, Jack's feet. And they came closer and closer. Ralph felt his stomach tighten up, a sick feeling spreading throughout his body. Jack's feet sounded like drums, like on the island. It was like the island was coming back to him.
Ralph quickly looked away when their eyes met, those startling blue eyes. He remembered those eyes, a predator's eyes, full of hunger. Somehow they were slightly different though, they still held hunger, and there was definitely a predator's glint. But they didn't look crazy anymore, but that was impossible. Jack couldn't have changed, someone can't change after they commit murder. Ralph knew this, because he had done it. Jack had to be faking it, faking innocence.
Ralph kept his eyes intent on his paper as Jack walked past him. He tensed when he heard Jack slide into the seat behind him. He wouldn't look around, he wouldn't.
When Jack leaned forward to whisper in Ralph's ear, Ralph almost jumped out of his skin. "Hey Ralph," he said, laughter evident in his voice, "listen for a second, it's great to see you again and everything, and can you do something for me? Can you meet me after class? There's something we need to talk about. Please." The last word was added after a pause. Ralph had to keep himself from squirming uncomfortably, Jack didn't sound like he was asking, he sounded like there was no option in the matter.
Jack leaned back in his seat when Ralph didn't do or say anything. Ralph hadn't known what to do? What could he do? So, he did nothing. He stared up at the teacher, who was moving back and forth across the room pointing at various spots on the board, and ignored Jack.
Ralph knew he couldn't meet Jack after class, he wasn't ready for it. He was afraid, afraid of Jack. He had no idea what to do, and he spent the rest of the class figuring out how to keep away from Jack, not getting in any word the Ms. Claire was saying. So, he didn't get any notes. Ralph knew he might regret it later, but he didn't care at the moment. The bell had rung.
He raced out, hoping he could avoid Jack. He just wasn't ready to have a conversation with this guy. Ralph made it safely to the bathroom, he breathed a sigh of relieve. He didn't think Jack had seen him. There was someone else in the bathroom, he was some guy Ralph didn't know. He was rather good looking, with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. He was tall and nicely built, and he wore dark clothes that just seemed to fit him. Ralph shook his head. What was he thinking? The guy smiled at Ralph and walked out of the bathroom with a quiet "Hey,"
Thinking that he was safe now, Ralph walked over the sink and turned the water on cool. He dipped his head low over the sink and splashed some water on his face. He stood there for a little while, just listening to the water running, drops running down his face. Soon he reached out and turned off the faucet. Then he wiped away the drops that had collected around his eyes, so that he could see.
When Ralph opened his eyes and stood up straight, he jumped around in surprise. There, standing before him was Jack, a big grin on his face.
"Good thinking Ralph. The bathroom is a good meeting place. Far enough from prying eyes and listening ears. Oh, and I took the liberty to lock the door. We won't be bothered," he said, taking a few steps towards Ralph. Ralph backed away quickly, hitting the sink. How could this happen? Ralph had thought he was safe in there, now he knew he was wrong.
"What ... what do you want from me?" Ralph asked, leaning as far back across the sink as he could.
"What do I want from you?" Jack repeated the question, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Why Ralph, don't be so silly. I don't want anything from you. I want you." With that, Jack closed the distance between them, pressing his body up against Ralph's. Ralph didn't know what to do, this was so unexpected. It was like one of the dreams all over again.
"Jack?" He said uncertainly, Jack had to be joking. Ralph could feel the heat from Jack's body, pressed firmly against his own. He could feel Jack's warm breath against the skin on his cheek. "Please Jack," Ralph pleaded, squirming under the weight pressing against him. The weight holding him down, keeping him from moving.
"Mmm, you don't understand Ralph," Jack whispered in Ralph's ear, "you don't know what it's like. Not a day's gone by since we left the island that I haven't thought about you, not a night that I haven't dreamt about you. Touching you, holding you, fucking you."
Ralph jerked at those words and began frantically trying to get away. But Jack was too strong. God, he was strong. Jack held onto Ralph's arms and kept Ralph stuck between him and the sink, by pressing hard against him. Ralph was in a bit of pain, with the sink digging into his back. He struggled for few minutes, but it sank in that he wasn't getting anything accomplished, and he stopped.
Jack smiled. "That's it Ralph, there's nothing to be gained in fighting. Just relax." Ralph didn't fight, but he didn't relax either. He was waiting for the first opportunity to flee. Jack had a mad gleam in his eye, he was crazy. Jack leaned his face in close to Ralph's. Ralph knew what was coming next, and his thoughts were confirmed when Jack placed his lips firmly against his own. Ralph's lips trembled slightly when they were touched, and he didn't fight when Jack's tongue made it's way between Ralph's pale lips. He wasn't enjoying this, but at the same time he was. Ralph was so confused, he didn't know what to do. So, he just stayed in that position, while Jack had his way with his mouth, until Jack pulled away. The bell had rung.
"Looks like I'd better get to class. We'll talk later," he promised, removing himself from Ralph. Ralph just stared at him as he turned and walked out of the bathroom.
Ralph was shaking as he turned and saw his reflection in the mirror, he could feel the bruise forming on his back where the sink had been. His face was pale, he looked sick. Making his way slowly to his next class, Ralph hoped he didn't have any other classes with Jack. He hoped that he'd wake up from the nightmare, but he knew he wouldn't. Ralph knew it was real, and there would be no waking up.
Jack wasn't in his next class, and the teacher excused him for being late. He had looked like he'd been sick, but Ralph couldn't go home no matter how many times the teacher suggested it. His parents were working. The rest of the school day went by slowly, Ralph looking over his shoulder warily for Jack. But he didn't have him in any other classes and he didn't see him in the hallway. Soon, Ralph was on his way home in the back seat of his parent's car, but they weren't worried, Ralph was always quiet.
Okay, for one more thing now. If anyone would like to take on the responsibility of keeping on my ass to get this story done, please do so. I'd really appreciate it. Anyway, give me lots of feedback. That helps remind me to get off my butt and write :) Plus it really means a lot to me. I love you all. Oh, and to one reviewer who didn't leave a name ... Ralph is too gay! ::cries hysterically:: lol, to each there own though. :D
Anyway, here's CH. 3............
Ralph couldn't believe what was happening. First he'd started having all those dreams, then Jack showed up a week after they'd started. It felt like some version of the twilight zone. No, maybe a nightmare, but this was too real to be a nightmare. Then again, all of the dreams about Jack he'd been having seemed real too, so real. He could still feel them like they'd just happened, like he was still in them. Was there any truth to the dreams? Ralph had no idea, he didn't even know if it was possible for dreams to be real.
The teacher spoke and brought Ralph out of his thoughts. The words she said made Ralph want to shrink to the size of an ant, or better yet, disappear. She said, "Why don't you take a seat back there behind Ralph. There, that will be fine. Okay then..." she began talking about the day's lesson, but Ralph didn't hear anymore. Her words were being drowned out by the slow, steady sound of feet hitting the floor, Jack's feet. And they came closer and closer. Ralph felt his stomach tighten up, a sick feeling spreading throughout his body. Jack's feet sounded like drums, like on the island. It was like the island was coming back to him.
Ralph quickly looked away when their eyes met, those startling blue eyes. He remembered those eyes, a predator's eyes, full of hunger. Somehow they were slightly different though, they still held hunger, and there was definitely a predator's glint. But they didn't look crazy anymore, but that was impossible. Jack couldn't have changed, someone can't change after they commit murder. Ralph knew this, because he had done it. Jack had to be faking it, faking innocence.
Ralph kept his eyes intent on his paper as Jack walked past him. He tensed when he heard Jack slide into the seat behind him. He wouldn't look around, he wouldn't.
When Jack leaned forward to whisper in Ralph's ear, Ralph almost jumped out of his skin. "Hey Ralph," he said, laughter evident in his voice, "listen for a second, it's great to see you again and everything, and can you do something for me? Can you meet me after class? There's something we need to talk about. Please." The last word was added after a pause. Ralph had to keep himself from squirming uncomfortably, Jack didn't sound like he was asking, he sounded like there was no option in the matter.
Jack leaned back in his seat when Ralph didn't do or say anything. Ralph hadn't known what to do? What could he do? So, he did nothing. He stared up at the teacher, who was moving back and forth across the room pointing at various spots on the board, and ignored Jack.
Ralph knew he couldn't meet Jack after class, he wasn't ready for it. He was afraid, afraid of Jack. He had no idea what to do, and he spent the rest of the class figuring out how to keep away from Jack, not getting in any word the Ms. Claire was saying. So, he didn't get any notes. Ralph knew he might regret it later, but he didn't care at the moment. The bell had rung.
He raced out, hoping he could avoid Jack. He just wasn't ready to have a conversation with this guy. Ralph made it safely to the bathroom, he breathed a sigh of relieve. He didn't think Jack had seen him. There was someone else in the bathroom, he was some guy Ralph didn't know. He was rather good looking, with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. He was tall and nicely built, and he wore dark clothes that just seemed to fit him. Ralph shook his head. What was he thinking? The guy smiled at Ralph and walked out of the bathroom with a quiet "Hey,"
Thinking that he was safe now, Ralph walked over the sink and turned the water on cool. He dipped his head low over the sink and splashed some water on his face. He stood there for a little while, just listening to the water running, drops running down his face. Soon he reached out and turned off the faucet. Then he wiped away the drops that had collected around his eyes, so that he could see.
When Ralph opened his eyes and stood up straight, he jumped around in surprise. There, standing before him was Jack, a big grin on his face.
"Good thinking Ralph. The bathroom is a good meeting place. Far enough from prying eyes and listening ears. Oh, and I took the liberty to lock the door. We won't be bothered," he said, taking a few steps towards Ralph. Ralph backed away quickly, hitting the sink. How could this happen? Ralph had thought he was safe in there, now he knew he was wrong.
"What ... what do you want from me?" Ralph asked, leaning as far back across the sink as he could.
"What do I want from you?" Jack repeated the question, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Why Ralph, don't be so silly. I don't want anything from you. I want you." With that, Jack closed the distance between them, pressing his body up against Ralph's. Ralph didn't know what to do, this was so unexpected. It was like one of the dreams all over again.
"Jack?" He said uncertainly, Jack had to be joking. Ralph could feel the heat from Jack's body, pressed firmly against his own. He could feel Jack's warm breath against the skin on his cheek. "Please Jack," Ralph pleaded, squirming under the weight pressing against him. The weight holding him down, keeping him from moving.
"Mmm, you don't understand Ralph," Jack whispered in Ralph's ear, "you don't know what it's like. Not a day's gone by since we left the island that I haven't thought about you, not a night that I haven't dreamt about you. Touching you, holding you, fucking you."
Ralph jerked at those words and began frantically trying to get away. But Jack was too strong. God, he was strong. Jack held onto Ralph's arms and kept Ralph stuck between him and the sink, by pressing hard against him. Ralph was in a bit of pain, with the sink digging into his back. He struggled for few minutes, but it sank in that he wasn't getting anything accomplished, and he stopped.
Jack smiled. "That's it Ralph, there's nothing to be gained in fighting. Just relax." Ralph didn't fight, but he didn't relax either. He was waiting for the first opportunity to flee. Jack had a mad gleam in his eye, he was crazy. Jack leaned his face in close to Ralph's. Ralph knew what was coming next, and his thoughts were confirmed when Jack placed his lips firmly against his own. Ralph's lips trembled slightly when they were touched, and he didn't fight when Jack's tongue made it's way between Ralph's pale lips. He wasn't enjoying this, but at the same time he was. Ralph was so confused, he didn't know what to do. So, he just stayed in that position, while Jack had his way with his mouth, until Jack pulled away. The bell had rung.
"Looks like I'd better get to class. We'll talk later," he promised, removing himself from Ralph. Ralph just stared at him as he turned and walked out of the bathroom.
Ralph was shaking as he turned and saw his reflection in the mirror, he could feel the bruise forming on his back where the sink had been. His face was pale, he looked sick. Making his way slowly to his next class, Ralph hoped he didn't have any other classes with Jack. He hoped that he'd wake up from the nightmare, but he knew he wouldn't. Ralph knew it was real, and there would be no waking up.
Jack wasn't in his next class, and the teacher excused him for being late. He had looked like he'd been sick, but Ralph couldn't go home no matter how many times the teacher suggested it. His parents were working. The rest of the school day went by slowly, Ralph looking over his shoulder warily for Jack. But he didn't have him in any other classes and he didn't see him in the hallway. Soon, Ralph was on his way home in the back seat of his parent's car, but they weren't worried, Ralph was always quiet.