So i won't take to much time here so you all can read. ONWARD!
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE or their superstars. If I did... well Cena and Orton would be forced into naked chocolate pool wrestling once a year at the least. lol. I also don't own any pop culture referense. I also have nothing against Justin Beiber. I think he's adorable and a pretty good singer. And most of all, sex should be between two consenting adults who are aware of the consquences of their actions, so I don't condone underage sex.
Warning: Yaoi. Slash, BL. Shotacon (aka: any boy under the age of consent involved in sexual acts). Alot of Swearing. ...No like alot. (feel free to use any of the insults I've given... but not to bully. Stop bullying, kids! It's not nice). Um Gay feelings. Violence and Bullying. Not BETAed. You are warned.
Evan woke up slowly. He really didn't feel like getting up. It was Monday morning, the most tortured day on the planet.
Now, usually Evan wasn't one to complain about going to school. But God, he didn't wanna go! School sucked. Plain and simple, high school was a playground for idiots who were too dramatic and dumb to even try studying. What happened to the days when getting a C on a test scared students? Now you can get an F and not give 2 shits.
Didn't help that Evan had one class with Randy. After all these years of being together, of getting accustomed to eachothers presense, of needing to help Randy with his classwork, they were now separated for a good part of the day. It felt weird not being around him. It took the work of the day.
Evan was smart. He was a straight A kind of kid. Trying to teach an idiot like Randy Orton gave Evan a good reason to go to school, really.
That's pretty much what it all came down to. Evan wanted something to do. School was boring. Class, study, lunch, gym, class, study, homework, class. Mindless routines! Evan wanted a challenge. And he's not talking about harder classes. Why fix what's not broken, right? No Evan wanted a challenge in life. Something to do!
He will try out for the wrestling team when the time comes, but right now, there wasn't much he wanted to do.
Slowly, Evan got out of bed, warm feet touching the cold floor, making him want to flinch away. Eventually, he got his clothes and made his slow agonized walk to the bathroom so to get ready.
Evan wanted to be challenged.
Be careful what you wish for.
Be careful what you wish for? Evan wished he could shoot the asshole who first said that, because that huge douche-face jinxed everyone else who ever thought it.
Just after homeroom, Evan got pushed into the lockers... hard.
He looked up to see the retreating backs of Bennett's posse of idiots. They were laughing, grinning like mad men.
And so it began...the harrasment.
He was from then on pushed, shoved, flung, and slammed everytime he stepped into the hallway to walk to his next class. It was like those assholes were waiting for him all the time now. There wasn't a wall that hadn't met with his back. A locker that didn't at some point get his body slapped against. Not a damn trash can he wasn't catching his balance so not to fall into. Bennett's crew had him under their thumbs. They would push him around in a crowded hallway where no one could see. And if they did see, they wouldn't do a thing about it in fear of the same fate.
Evan had even come face to face with that fat excuse of a bully. Evan didnt know his real name but his friends called him Husky. Husky? he wasn't just husky, it looks like he ate a husky. Husky-fatass-bitch slammed Evan up aginst a locker on Friday, just before last class. He was up in his face, chubby cheeks gleaming under the school lighting as he grinned. Then he and the rest of the guys started laughing. Husky had spittle going everywhere. ...But to his credit, He was probably just hungry, hence the extra salivating.
High school sucked.
This harrasement continued for a week. Evan spoke no word of it to anyone. Especially to Randy.
Evan didn't need Randy's help. The taller teen wasn't Evan's saviour. Evan had to fight his own battles. And with that, Evan didn't mention it Randy.
And Evan knew Randy wouldn't ask what was wrong. Randy was the kind of guy who would wait until Evan was ready to talk. Like that time in 4th grade when Evan was pissed off at Randy for losing his favorite action figure, Randy didn't know that was the reason for Evan's angry face until a week later when Evan finally brought it up. Evan was safe from seeing the wrath of Randy Orton unleashed on the crew of booger braiins that clung to Stuart Bennet's every word like horny dogs in heat. That was something Evan deffinately didn't want. Randy had that sangerous temper and he didn't want randy to kill someone, because Evan sure guessed Randy could. No, Evan wouldn't tell his best friend about his being bullied. Evan could take care of this himself. He just didn't really know how.
Maybe he would just have to wait it out. He mused the bullying to be like children, bored after no responces and then it would just stop. So Evan would wait it out. Come on, it's not like being pushed around a little was that bad.
Evan Bourne walked through the hall from his math class third period. He was in major need to pee. He had like 2 bottles of water since breakfast. He needed to drink something! He's been so tired lately. Evan feared that if he didn't have the excuse to drown his minor thrist with water, he would fall asleep in class. And that never happened. Ever. That's like...suicide. If Evan's mother got a call from the school because he ahd fallen asleep in every class, he'd be dead. Nope. Evan would stay awake. hence the two bottle of water in just two or so periods.
He was dead tired. This whole thing was making him so exhausted, but there aren't enough hours of night in his house to rest fully. And he was trying to make it look like nothing was wrong, so of course he wasn't going to change his usual habits. So over the week end, during the routine sleepover, this week at Randy's, Evan stayed awake for hours, drinking highly caffinated sodas and eating junkfood and candy that Randy stashed in his closet for such nights, he and Orton played several rounds of video games and watched comedy movies about kung fu and film dubbing jokes. A good night that lead to Evan being a zombie on Sunday. And even after sleeping a good night of rest, Evan still felt like he was the walking dead...but worse.
So that's why he ended up drinking water like mad. And this is why he was walking to the bathroom some 20 minutes before math class ended and he had to shuffle to lunch.
The halls were empty. It was kind of a blissful relief to poor Evan. Everytime his feet were in the crowd hallway he was pushed and pulled in directions he'd rather not be in, and it wasn't because he was short and the tide of human force that was the masses in the cramped corridor drifted him away from his destination. No, it was because some Jerk-stains thought it'd be cool to bully him. And what for?
Was it because Evan was short? They they find him an easy target? Was this some freshman hazing thing and in truth it was a test to see if Evan was cut out for their small but dangerous group of moronic individuals. Or perhaps it all came down to the fact aht during the first day of School, Evan stood up against Stuart Bennett, the leader and/or dictator of all bullying in this lovely high school. Evan rolled his eyes. Of course it was because of that. Of course it was because Evan had stood up for himself against that tall, English, broken nosed assfuck that he was now being tortured every corner he took in the locker lined walls of boredom.
Just perfect! Who knew defending yourself could get you in trouble. And all Evan did was stand his ground. It's not like Evan even touched the douch bag that day. But perhaps Bennett had some sort of plan to avenge his dirtied honor. I mean that could be a way to describe wheat Evan did. He stood up to the bully who was rarely ever stood up to, nevermind it being by a freshman.
Evan was so lost in his thoughts he almost didn't notice the cute girl coming down the hall in his direction. She looked at him and smiled brightly when Evan finally realized he might accidently walk into her. He blushed and continued on his wa, making a mental note to remember her face. She was quite pretty and she smiled at him. That means she wants him, right? It like when a girl is sucking really hard on a banana infront of a guy. It's code!
The bathroom became his haven the next minute. When in extreme need to pee, the bathroom became the best place ever. Dirty mirrors and piss scent and all.
After doing his stuff and zipping up, he thought about his options. To wash your hands or not to wash your hands? Oh, Comeon, don't wrinkle your nose at that. This isn't some perfect sitcom from TV land. Not everyone washed their hands all the time. Heck, Evan, being the teenage boy that he was, rarely found himself washing his hands. Really, what would happen if he didn't? Was he going to get jumped by enormous sanitary police?
As Evan walked to the door, it swung open, almost taking his head off. Thank god for quick reflexes. He jumped back, his body hitting the wall. "Woah, seriously! Be careful when you open a door-"
Before Evan even finished that sentance, a group of well known asswipes entered the bathroom. Crap! It's the Sanitary Police! Evan thought with a mix of sarcasm and fear. This was not going to be pretty. Evan saw this movie once and he hated the ending.
"Hey, boy, look who we got here, It's our best friend." Stuart Bennett smirked. His group of idiots all shuffled in the restroom after him, making sure one of them held the door closed so there was no way anyone could come in...or out. Gulp. "How you been, retard?"
Evan restrained the urge to roll his eyes. Couldn't the idiot come up with more creative insults. The Snatch-bitch could at least not insult mentally challenges people. It's not an insult to be retarded, it's an insult to think it is. "Look, I don't know what you're problem is with me, Bennett. I just want to get back to class, is that okay with you, spoolge cumtart?"
All the guys looked between Evan and Bennett with wide eyes, except fat boy, who looked confused. Apparently, eating doesn't always fortify your thought process.
Bennett looked furious. Evan felt the strike of epic fear in his body. Well if the asshole wanted to bully him, the Evan was going to sure as hell give him a reason.
"Wha'?" Bennett sneered. "What did you just call me?" He was outraged.
Evan gulped. This was not good at all. Evan was going to get killed, stuffed in a trashcan, only to be found by some creepy school janitor. But worse of all, Evan will die without even getting to second base with some hot chick. ...He mentally sighed. Well it's been started. Might as well continue. "Do you prefer Cocknose Fudgepacker?"
Stuart gave a sarcastic and bitter chuckle, looking at his boys for a second before growling and slamming his big hand into Evan, who was slammed back harder against the wall in effect. Evan yelped, in surprise and a bit of impact pain. "Wha' gives you the right to think you can talk to me like that, you little shit!"
Evan narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong, Bennett, you don't like when someone points out how stupid you are? Or is it you hate when someone goes against your authority?"
Sturat smirked, darkly. "Listen here, you little wanker. I just hate you. Nothing more than that."
br> Evan scoffed. He was sweating bullets, but at least he was standing up for himself. Evan was like a small dog, barked and bit alot, a fighting spirit, placed in a compact body. "And why is that, twatwaffle?" Evan countered. He wouldn't rest until he found out what the bastard really had against him. "Do you hate me because I don't bow down and suck your dick like the bitches standing behind you?" Evan leaned foward, head high as he smirked back at Stuart. "Sorry, I don't go that way."
Bennett growled. He snapped his fingers and Husky was instantly at his side. Hmph, fatfuck was fast. Surprise, really. Stuart didn't look away from Evan, face red with anger. He pointed idly at the toilet next to them, smirking as Evan gulped visably.
Husky quickly grabbed Evan, who tried his best to fight it, and brought him into the stall. Evan slammed his foot against the stall wall and grabbed onto the doorway with his hand, holding himself back from being shoved head firsted into a toilet. "What's wrong Bennett? Did I hit the nail on the head?" Evan gasped as Husky pulled his body with harsh tugs, towrads the toilet. "You don't like to be opposed. Well, guess what, nutsack sucker, I don't give a shit who you are, I will never just lay down and let you think you're topshit."
"Oh really?" Bennett said, giving a mean snicker. He then lifted his huge ass foot and slammed it against Evan's hand, digging into it, until the freshman released his grip and came crashing back into Husky.
Evan turned in Husky's hold and shoved his face in the fatty's face, happy he had decided not to wash his hands. Evan was almost loose from the grasp, but Husky was strong. Who knew that lard had such power?
Before Evan could even register it, his head was forced into the toilet, and the water was flushed around him, entering his mouth and making him choke, slightly.
It took Evan a while to dry his head and shoulders after the group of bitchtits left on their merry way to terrorize someone else. With a sigh, he trashed the used brown paper towels and walkled back to his class, slowly. His wriste watch told him that class was about to end, but he didn't care. He had already missed a good part of it anyway.
As he reached the door, the bell rang. All the kids rushed out, all hungry and ready for lunch. Evan grabbed his bag and books, trying to head out without the teacher stopping him.
"Matt?"
Dammit!
He turned back to the teacher with the best smile he could muster. Which all and all wasn't that hard. The teacher was smokin' hot. She had blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and a nice pouty lips colored pink. Though, Evan must admit, that wasn't what he stared at during class. Actually, Evan could bet all the guys in the class were mostly focused on her sweet rack, almost bursting from her white button down shirt. It was like she stepped out of a school themed porno. Evan stepped towards her desk replying, "Yes, ma'am?"
She gave him a wry smile, not that he noticed. He was trying to figure out how the hell he focused at all in class long enough to learn the complicated equations for algebra.
"Are you okay?" the teacher asked. "You were in the bathroom a long time." She was young. Probably in her twenties. Evan liked that in a teacher. The younger the more they can relate to the students. Old teachers weren't that relatable... unless you like listening to grandma and grandpa talk about the hard times.
"Yeah," Evan gave a sheepish grin and scratched the back of his neck. "I'm fine. I wasn't really feeling too well, but I'm okay now."
She nodded, hesitating. "Alright." She looked at him for a moment, as if she could tell Evan was lying through his teeth. "Well, if there is anything you want to talk about, you can always come talk to me." Evan nodded to give her the satisfaction that he knew she was there for him. Which was surprising. Evan didn't really think there were teachers like that anymore, who actually thought about th students and not just about the money they're trying to pocket. She gave him a slip of paper with her neat scrawl on it. It was his homeowrk assignment. "That's homework for tomorrow, okay?"
They said their goodbyes and Evan was on his way to lunch, where he knew he would have a blast trying to explain to his buds why his head was wet. ...That didn't sound right. Eh, you know what I meant.
Evan was tired. With the lack of sleep lately and the actions today, in the bathroom. He felt like he was losing it.
Thank Jesus it was the end of the day. Evan didn't know if he could take another minute of this place.
He opened his locker and placed the books he didn't need in, taking out the ones he did need. Homework was light tonight. A gift from heaven, Evan mused.
Evan sighed. He had homework for history class. He had to write at least a paragraph about the Mexican border.
Who gave a shit about Mexico? What the hell did the white house think? That Mexican were going to come here and attack our country and take over, as our troops were overseas? Mexicans came to America to get away from poverty, not attack a weak America. They should, instead, build a border around Canada. The Canadians were too quiet a country, they had to be planning something.
Suddenly, a song popped into Evan's head as he thought about invading Canadians. Two words, Justin Beiber. That post-pubesent singer must be a spy for Canada. He had to be! Why else would Canada send us their prized singer if not because they hate him as much as most of the boys in America or because he served a purpose in this economically struggling nation?
It was all making perfect sense!
Evan shut his locker and walked the few steps to Randy's locker, who was still getting his stuff together.
Justin Beiber was a Canadian spy, and Never Say Never is actually a code song back to his home counrty to inform them that America isn't unstable enough for Canada to attack yet.
"What?" Randy gave Evan a baffled look, amused and bemused all at once, however that was.
Evan looked up with wide eyes, chuckling nervously. "Did I just say that outloud?" When Randy nodded, Evan muttered an oops.
"You must be seriously tired if you came up with that theory." Randy laughed as he closed his locker. They began walking down to the first floor from where they were on the fourth. It was weird, Evan mused, how Randy knew Evan had to be amazingly exhausted to make up something like this. "So how'd you come to the conclusion of Beiber being a spy?"
Evan grinned boldly, giving a idle peace sign at an classmate as he passed them down the hall. They started down the stairs, joining the many kids who were with the same purpose, going home. "Well, think about it. Why is America spending so much time on blocking Mexican immigrants when they should be worried about Canada. The Candians can easily take America over when we're in a horrible economic crisis."
Randy chuckled. "So, you decided," Orton started as they reached the first floor landing. "That a teenage pop and R&B singer is a Canadian spy, keeping track on America's status and relaying the information with his songs back to Canada?"
Evan laughed whole heartedly. "You know me too well sometimes."
"It comes to the territory of being your best friend," Randy smirked. In his heart and mind he added, It's because I love you. The words hurt him just to think.
They laughed some more as Evan explained that Never Say Never was the code song for America not being ready for invasion yet. Randy asked about his other songs and Evan sighed shaking his head. "Not all songs are code, duh," he laughed.
Outside the son shined, the concrete steps outside the main doorway littered with kids. Beside the steps, some visitor parking spots away was a handicap entrance that older kids used as their smoking spot. Their were all types there, emo, goth, skater, gangsta, jock, and preps. Hard to imagine that the way to bring kids away from cliques would be sticking smokes in their hands and a black bent railing for them to sit and lean on. But somehow that corner worked. No one really talked to anyone other than their friends, because that's weird, but they were neighbors of this site, in some way or another.
Randy and Evan eyed the people as they passed by. Some faces they knew, most they didn't. On the railing near the corner of the old school, stood John Cena. He leaned against the railing, the piping resting against the curve of his back, just above that big bump of an ass he hid under those jean shorts of his. His arms were crossed, muscles bulging, not huge like some body builder, but Orton could tell h worked out. A baseball was pulled over his short hair, covering his brilliant blue hues from the blazing sun. Dimples were on display as he talked and laughed with his friends. His laughing face was so cute. He's eyes would scrunch up at the corners and his mouth was wide and pulled up happily.
Not that Randy was playing attention to him or anything. Yeah...he wasn't staring or anything. (cough).
John looked up and unfolded his arms, lifting one hand to wave at Evan and Randy as they stopped in the parking lot, Evan bending down to tie his shoe lace.
When Evan stood, he was going to wave back, but that's when Bennett and his group of idiots strolled along. Stuart gave Cena daps and leaned next to him on the railing, barking out a tease at some other guy, who had a really lovely blonde on his arm.
Evan tried not to flinch, but he did a little. The sight of Bennett and his friends gave Evan a nervous and terrified feeling. He was afraid they were going to kill him, beat him up so bad, left for dead, bleeding on the concrete, unable to call for help. Weak and hurt. Like a little bitch.
Randy Orton had caught Evan Bourne flinch. It was really noticeable, but, Orton sure caught it. You tend to catch things like that, especially after spending countless moments watching someone's every movement. ..God he was so head over heals, though he didn't want to admit it, to anyone, to himself even.
Of course, Randy wouldn't ask Evan why he flinched. That wasn't his thing. He wasn't one to ask questions when it was obvious Evan didn't want to tell him. That hurt a little. Randy could feel his heart thud painfully in his chest. He wished Evan was open about everything to him. But in reality you can never be completely honest with someone. It reaches a point of no comfort. So, Randy won't bring it up, patiently waiting for Evan to tell him.
But, call it a sixth sense, his Evan senses, he knew that the soft flinches from Evan came from being only moderatley close to Stuart Bennett. That douche bag... Randy wondered what the hell could get the fearless, highfling, fun-loving Evan Bourne scared of a ass-twat like Bennett?
Tuesday, Evan felt like he couldn't walk down the hallway without wanting to jump out of his skin. When ever a locker slammed, a door opened, or footsteps were behind him, Evan feared that Bennett was close. And sometimes, during that day, he was right. Every so often he's get crowded in the hall, only to get pushed harshly into a locker. He was even banged into a trashcan before meeting up with Cody and Edge in the hallway before lunch. It was like Bennett's crew were dying to have him fall into to the stinky and nasty trash.
Tuesday had been the worst day. He was afraid. He only felt safe around his best friend. And that made him feel even worse. It was like Evan couldn't take care of himself and needed Randy to protect him. Well, you know what? Fuck that. Evan could take care of himself. He didn't want Randy to be his body guard. He wasn't a fucking maiden in trouble. Randy wasn't a knight in shining armour, exuding chivalry. Randy wasn't even close to that, but that wasn't the point. Evan was scared, but he could handle the gay crusader, Stuart Bennett, and his butt boy sidekicks of idiots.
Tuesday, only made Evan angrier. It made Evan never want to tell Randy what was happening. For he was more in fear of Orton's reaction as the fierce protector of those he cared for, more then he was afraid of the consequences of telling on Bennett like a whiney bitch.
Evan didn't need Orton to fight his battles. He didn't need Orton to hide behind. And he didn't need Orton flipping shit out because some assholes decided to bully Evan to the brink of wanting to never come to school ever.
Evan was at his locker before last period, trying to get his gym clothes Wednesday afternoon. He had taken a few minutes to ask his math teacher something about this homework problem he was having trouble figuring out. That's how you know Evan had something bothering him. He never needed help in math, he was amazing in the subject. Though he refused to go to higher level classes for math, he was offered and strongly advised to take them by his guidence counselor. But Evan wasn't focusing much lately. He blamed the hot blonde teacher prancing around in a tight black skirt infront of the black board. But really, that was only a small amount of the reason. He was pretty troubled from the bullying he was getting.
He couldn't figure it out at all. Why was Bennett on his case?
Maybe Bennett knew Evan had figured out the Justin Beiber spy for Canada thing. and Bennett would only care about that because he was a spy for England, keeping watch on Beiber from amongst the throngs of teenagers from Saint Louis. Yes! England and Canada were working together to attack America during their supposedly not there anymore recession.
Oh man, Evan was so tired today. How the hell was he going to fair during gym class today. They were going to play kickball from what he'd heard. To be thinking about JB possibly being a spy, meant Evan was in need of a nice night of sleep.
He heard footsteps behind him and tensed up. He looked from the corner of his eye down the hallway and saw that it was almost empty. Shit. Evan had saced out too long. And when the bell rang for class to start, he gulped visably. Super shit!
"You'll be late for class, squirt." Bennett's cackling voice came from behind Evan.
Evan tunred around giving his best brave face. "Why, Bennett we meet again. what is it I can do for you, sockfucker?" Evan added a sarcastic grin, even tilting his head to the side as if being totally innocent.
Stuart sneered. "That's big talk for someone who we swirlied the other day."
"We?" Evan questioned. "That's funny, because, fatty over there-" Evan pointed at Husky, "is the one who swirlied me. You, Twinkle-tits, stood by, probably checking out my ass. I already told you, I'm not interested in you're types."
Bennett shoved Evan against the lockers so quickly, Evan didn't register it until he felt the pain of his head cracking against the metal. It wasn't hard enough a hit to draw blonde, but it still hurt like a mother fucker.
Bennett composed himself, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. He looked at his boys and nodded his head back at Evan, motioning them to proceed with whatever beating they had decided for that day. "You see," Stuart said, looking back at Evan. "The boys and I have decided that we want to start a weekly tradition of atomic wedgies. Actually, I guess they would be super atomic wedgies, really."
Evan didn't like the sound of that. He also didn't like when Husky pulled him away from the lockers and the others circled around him. Fuck.
But Evan wouldn't back down. "You know," Evan said, glaring at Bennett before smirking, dangerously. "You seem to have an interest in my underwear." He was adding gas to fire, but what could he say, flames were fun to watch. Maybe burning could be fun too? He doubted, but too late now. "First you walk in on me in the bathroom, now you want to pull on my underwear. ...Well, if you wanted to see them so bad you could have asked. I would have said no, but asking is so much more polite then forceful actions, Shit-sucker."
Bennett moved one of his lackies out of his way and kicked Evan hard in the stomach, causing Evan to bang back into Husky, then double over in gasping, breathless pain. Evan glared up at Bennett with tear filled eyes "Fuck...You!" he gasped out.
Bennett smirked at Evan's hurting face and went back to where he was before, leaning against the window sill, comfortly. He crossed his arms and told the boys to do their job. That's when they straightened Evan forcefully, and they all grabbed a hold of Evan's boxers from all sides. With a sharp and harsh tug they pulled the black and red boxers upwards as far as they would go, tearing in some places.
A hand had been placed over Evan's mouth so he wouldn't scream and alert the teachers in the classrooms a few steps away. He was in so much pain.
They left him lying on the floor gasping in pain, face turning as red as a cherry. They had left laughing and joking. Assholes.
Evan felt like he was lying on the floor for hours, but it was only a minute or two, before he stood, grabbed his gym clothes and closed his locker. He limped down the four flights of stairs to his gym class. He was going to be in so much trouble. He was majorly late.
When he got to class, his classmates were already jogging and stretching, the usual starting routine. One of the four teachers came up to him with questioning eyes. But when the teacher caught the pained look that Evan had as he sat down on the bleachers, his eyes became worried. Evan gave him a bullshit excuse that he was late because he wasn't feeling well and had been in the bathroom because he felt like throwing up. The teacher asked if he wanted to go to the nurse, he replied that he just wanted to sit out this period. Hestitently the teacher nodded, and went back to standing with the other teachers, leaving Bourne alone to his pain.
Two pairs of eyes watched him from where they were jogging on the rubber floor. John could tell Evan was in pain and restrained himself from going over to ask what was wrong. Randy was ready to jump on someone's throught the minute Evan limped in. He needed to go check on Evan, but he couldn't get in trouble.
It would have to wait for later. But to Randy's dismay, Evan didn't tell him much. Just said he had tripped over his own feet and twisted his ankle. But that wasn't a twisted ankle limp, that was a different kind of limp. But Randy being Randy, left the subject there, patiently waiting for Evan to open up and tell him more. He would end up waiting until he found his own answers. Which he did, the next day.
The next afternoon, Evan had been cautious to not give Randy and hits of what was going on. He didn't need Randy sticking up for him. Evan was going to fucking get a set of balls so he can beat Stuart up. He had too. He had to shove Stuart's face into the ground. His male ego depended on it.
But it was really hard to ignore the harrassment from those jerk offs. Stuarts gang mostly teased him now. Instead of taking action, they would mimic that they would punch him or they would get really close and chuckle as he flintched.
It was getting bad. Real bad. Evan was freaking out. He awaited the worst. Though it was hard to imagine what was worser then a super atomic wedgie that ended up ripping Evan's boxers apart. That would not be a fun thing to explain to his mom. Might as well just throw them out somewhere so as to not face the wrath of his mother.
But when the end of the day came and Evan hadn't been harrassed as much as expected, he was getting a flash of hope. A hope that Stuart and his crew of sidekick idiots were laying off a bit.
So he calmly walked down the stairs with Randy. The end of the day had taken mind numbing hours to get to. Thank God it had finally arrived. It was now time for Evan to get home and take a long nap. He was so tired. That was probably the reason he was talking crazy again. Randy was laughing at Evan's attempt to convince him that Flying carpets would destroy the economy and make it really hard to find a good Carpet cleaner.
"Why are you think about flying carpets?" Randy chuckled. His hands were dug deep in his hoddie pockets. Those icey blue eyes were smiling in humour at Evan's wacky thought process. Geesh, his best friend must be in major need of a good night of sleep. It was worrying Randy alot. He couldn't help wonder what was making his unrequited love interest so paranoid and tired.
Woah! Randyu did not just think Evan as an unrequited love interest! Randy was straight. Wasn't he innocent until proven guilty or something like that? He wasn't exactly a history buff. Okay so he wasn't good at most subjects. But he was swearing on his life that he wasn't in love with Evan. This was just a phase. This...he was... , Shit! It was all the hormones he learned about in health class.
He would research what he was going through, but nothing said scarey like getting caught looking up info on gay feeling by your dad or siblings.
"I was watching Wizards of Waverly place last night," Evan explained, tearing Randy from his confusion and guilt.
Oh, the guilt. Randy was getting eaten away guilt. I mean, comeon, you're masterbating to the image of your best friend. That was so wrong. Randy was wrong. Randy was all wrong inside and he didn't know how to fix it.
How could he feel this way? How could he think about Evan like that? His childhood friend, the kid he trusted with his life, Evan, his most cared about person, other than family. He was betraying their freindship with his stupid feelings.
Suddenly, ripping Randy out of his sad guiltly thoughts, Evan slammed into the wall of the staircase.
Randy looked around, trying to register what had happened. From what Randy could tell, Evan had been pushed by one Stuart Bennett's henchmen, the redheaded one with a stupid face. Randy felt the rage in him build. That little shit had pushed Evan while they were walking down the stairs. Didn't he know how dangerous that was? Evan could have been seriously hurt.
And then it made sense, all of it. Evan's tired body, his flinching at the sight of Bennett and his dogs, and Evan's scared expression at that moment.
He helped Evan steady himself, as the masses of other students passed them by down the stairs. "You okay?" Randy asked.
Evan looked up and saw the anger in Randy's darkening gaze. Shit. Evan had to cover it up. uh...um... crap! "Yeah, I just slipped, guess my ankle is still bothering me from yesturday."
Randy read the lie like a book. Evan was lying to him. It hurt Randy beyond belief. But he didn't pay much mind to it. He instead started to go after the redheaded assclown.
But a strong, yet shaking, grip grabbed him by the wrist. Randy looked down at his best friend's wide and stern eyes. And he sighed, deeply and angrily. "You can't lie to me, Evan. You get to spend the walk home telling me everything taht's been happening. In detail."
Randy wanted every single inch of information on what happened, so he can judge the right amount of punches to give Bennett and his friends. Each.
From a few feet away, surrounded by his friends and other popular kids, stood John Cena, arms folded over his chest and eyes narrowed at the scene that had happened right before his eyes. If there was one thing he hated, it was a bully. And he knew Stuart was a bully, that was obvious, but it didn't occure to Cena that the English man was bullying someone he had his eyes on. It was personal, now.
John couldn't care less if Bennett bullied him, but to anyone he cared about? That was a no-no. A big mistake.
And from the look in Randy Orton's blazing red glare at the back of the head of the attacker, Cena knew he wasn't the only one he thought that.
Evan dusted off his jeans when he stood and looked up at Randy with tired eyes. Then they walked away, Randy fuming, Evan pissed off and afraid. Afraid of Bennett or of Orton's wrath, who knew?
John mentally sighed. He wasn't in the mood to watch Maryse and Teddy fight again. How many fights could two people have about their lack of understanding eachother? Sure, Maryse yelling in french was totally hot, but it got annoying after a while.
He told them he was leaving and got in his car, ready to go home for an early dinner then go to work.
But he kept thinking about Evan and Randy.
Not exactly and unusual thing anymore, but this time, Cena was so angry. He wished he had known what was going on with Evan before now, so that he could have beaten some sense into Bennett, but now he'd have to wait until tomorrow.
Orton was ready to punch Bennett's face in the moment he got into school the next morning. Friday morning, instead of it always glorious end of the week feelings, brought Orton a glare of feath and anger.
Evan was beside him, head down as if in shame that he had told his best friend how week he was. Evan couldn't beleive this had happened. He had been hoping to take care of this all on his own. But nope, Randy had to find out.
Just perfect.
Now Randy was going to fight Evan's battles for him, and he didn't want that. He wanted to take care of this by himself. Randy wouldn't get it though. Randy was bigger and stronger then Evan right now. Randy didn't understand that Evan wanted to prove himself.
After lunch, there was still no sign of Bennett. He had been pretty sneaking the whole day and that was good for him. But bad for Randy and John, who were like crazy Shakers looking for witches to send into damnation.
And then finally, strolling down the hall, whistling like everything in life was peachey, was Stuart Orton and Cena didn't see him until after Evan went to the bathroom.
Evan had argued with Randy for a good 5 minutes that he could go to the bathroom by himself. He didn't need Randy to hold his hand. "We're not fags," Evan had muttered in defense of Randy's persistance.
Randy automatically backed down, hurt by that word, though he would show it, nor did he understand why, yet.
So Evan walked out of the Cafe and wemt on his way to the second floor boys bathroom, not knowing that both Orton and Cena were watching him pass the open doors from where they sat.
That's when Cena saw Bennett walking towards Evan. And he stood up as fast as he could, trying to not knock Hennigan off his seat. Orton was up right after. Both walked to the door casually, like nothing was going on. No need to alert teachers. Though, a full blown fight would probably alert them eventually.
They watched from the door at first.
They had stopped and looked at eachother, eyes talking in understanding. They knew what both had in mind. And in common bond, they shook hands. Randy was glad for the help, Cena just didn't want to pass up the chance to feel Orton's hand in an oblivious way.
Then they went out into the hall way just in time to see Bennett push Evan down to the floor, with a grin on his face.
So Cliffie huh? Sorry guys, I just had to post this chapter up, plus i didn't want it to be super long and the next one all extra short. Hope you guys enjoyed it.
Now here's the reason it took so long. I would have had this up earlier but my writer's block came back. That delayed everything until March where I got back to working on this chapter. And it was almost finished, but then I had computor troubles and the chapter and some other fanfics got deleted. So it took me a long time to work around the new Writer's block caused by the deleted stories. But it's up now. Thanks for being patient.
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