Ok, so I'm trying to stuff as many chapters as I can before winter break ends so a thousand apologies to any grammar or spelling mistakes. Thank you all to those who have reviewed so far.
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"Now, I'm giving each of you a fun and different book to read for your final report which is due next month on the 25, so all of you have plenty of time to thoroughly read your assigned book and suitably have it prepared on the due date…no excuses." Our teacher Mrs. Spawn announced before a class full of suddenly discontented teens. There was a flow of groans and students slouching uncomfortably in their seats from the abrupt news of another book report right when turned one in at the beginning of class.
Clyde raised his hand the disappointment clearly written on his face.
"Yes Mr. Donovan?" Mrs. Spawn acknowledged.
"Can't you like…give us a break for a couple days?" He asked very directly, a bluntness trait he always carried.
Mrs. Spawn arched a single brow at his comment with disbelief. "Mr. Donovan this is advanced placement English 11, or have you forgotten that? Breaks hardly exist within this class, just as they do in everyday life." She said with confidant firmness.
Clyde simply rolled his eyes and said nothing further. Just from her looks alone Mrs. Spawn can intimidate anyone she pleases, which is why I think a lot of the boys and even faculty find her as a very attractive teacher. She comes from Spanish decent, is in her early thirties, possesses the body of a twenty year old and she's the most strict and toughest teacher in the English department.
She's not the type of instructor who just passes out A's like a host at some charity event. The only way you get an A in her class is if you work your ass off for it and if she feels you've put more than enough effort in to earn that A. She doesn't show too much sympathy for her students and she can't stand dumb asses in her classroom. She has made that very clear on numerous occasions, seeing as she only teaches AP 11 and 12 grade students. That's why I worked all Sunday cleaning up my report making it as flawless as I possibly could. The last thing I want to hear from her is a reprimanding lecture on how I didn't truly work on my report the way I could have, and I defiantly don't like getting chastised from her, which rarely happens on my end but when it does she can really embarrass you if you really fucked up.
"Mr. Broflovski," She announces, and sure enough she caught my full attention.
"Yes, Mrs. Spawn?" I asked as I straightened my posture in attempt to appear more alert.
She glanced down at the clipboard that she held delicately in one of her hands. "I'm assigning you 'The Catcher in the Rye' by. J.D Salinger." She declared as she adjusted her chocolate brown reading glasses.
"Ok." I replied and jotted it down in my notebook. Luckily, I have a whole understanding of the book. I read The Catcher in the Rye about a year ago for extra credit for a completely different English teacher I had, but merely knowing the book, unfortunately doesn't cut it too much in this class.
The bell soon rang after she stated the remaining students their assigned books. "All right ladies and gentlemen, I want everyone to have a copy of your book and you have till Wednesday to do so…you're all dismissed." She said coolly as she slightly sat against the edge of her oak wooden desk that faced the classroom.
I stopped by the restroom before I went to my locker, which I really need to clean out and reached in for my trigonometry book for my next class that I'm completely not looking forward going to. Math is not my forte, trig being no exception and my teacher Mr. Hayashi makes an entire class session much more unbearable considering half the students can't thoroughly understand what he's saying due to his thick Japanese dialect. When I had shut my locker with my book finally at hand, I suddenly see a figure standing right beside me.
"Dude, what the hell Cartman?" I say with annoyance as I recollected myself from being startled.
"We need to talk…now." He said with utter seriousness and a hint of malice dashed in his tone.
"I don't have time for your shit Cartman; I need to get to class." I said quite frankly and stepped around him stalking towards the direction of my classroom.
"If you take one more step, I swear to god Kyle, I won't hesitate to make your life a living hell." Cartman threatened with hollowness.
I did stop at my tracks livid that he's still able to pull this bullshit with me after so many years. I turned around not attempting to hide the fact that I'm pissed. "You already make my life a living hell, dumbass." I fumed.
"Kyle, don't push me." He warned as he accusingly pointed a finger at me.
I looked at him blankly; I honestly did feel a bit anxious simply from what he told me on Saturday but not enough to actually show it or to follow his order. "...I'm leaving now…" I said simply and turned back around. I began to realize that the hallway now only had a couple students roaming around. Great, if I keep this stupid shit up with Cartman I'm going to be late and be forced to do an extra 5 questions for tonight's homework to make up the tardy.
"Alright, Kyle." Cartman submitted with a very distinct feigned tone. "I'm sure your mom would love to hear about your little Friday night rendezvous with a poor piece of white trash."
I sharply turned back around, fisting my hands together as my eyes steamed with rage. "You fat fuck, don't fucking talk about Kenny you fucking asshole, and you don't know shit of what happened that night so quit acting like you do." I seethed, trying to keep every ounce of temptation in control from lugging forward and kicking his ass.
Cartman rolled his eyes and locked them with mine in his signature glare. "Shut up Jew or you'll regret it, I know you and Kenny had a little make out session in Stan's tree house and don't you dare try and deny that! Now come with me or so help me god I will tell your parents along with the entire school about being a fucking homo."
I gritted my teeth letting out a guttural growl of pure fury and I felt my chest caving in with defeat. Cartman began to walk towards the exit of the hallway which leads to the schools outdoor campus and I followed him with the small scrap of dignity I had left.
He glanced at me from behind a few times to make sure I was still following until we finally reached a relatively secluded destination. It was an area of the campus which carries the schools science building but that's until they built a new one in a completely different area which started holding classes about a year ago. The principle and staff has yet to figure what to do with this now vacant building. Cartman opens one of the double doors which leads into a half dimmed lit hallway and he eventually stops walking completely once we reached about midway into the hall.
"What is this all about Cartman?" I asked more as a statement than a question itself as I continued to control my anger.
"This is about what I want." He answered as he self-assuredly dug his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.
"What the hell do you want? Money?… right? Or is it my Jew gold?" I spit out as I waved my hands around frantically.
"No…what I want is you." He replied unperturbedly and with a cold quality in his tone.
I gawked at him, feeling as if I just stepped into a completely different universe. "What!?" I said spontaneously as I felt my eyes bulging out of their sockets.
"You heard what the hell I just said. I want you Kyle!" He said again making sure I heard him clearer this time.
"What the hell do you mean by that?!" I shouted in disbelief, instantly regretting that I asked.
"You! Kyle, you! I want to do you! You fucking dip shit!" Cartman churned with what sounded like frustration as he glowered at me.
"Y-Your gay? You're fucking gay?!" I asked with revulsion. Not only do I already know the answer to my own question but the fact that he's suddenly gay for me is much more daunting.
"No, I'm not gay Kyle!" He shouts back in defense. "Now you're going to do what I tell you or I will let you and Kenny be known with your parents." Cartman carefully threatened as he walked towards me with calmness in his stride.
"Fuck no! Go ahead and tell my parents you sick fuck!" I barked, rushing backwards away from him and bumping into a wall of lockers. I was willing to break the fear of my parents knowing about my sexuality as long as I don't have to do anything closely intimate with Cartman, the fear I carried for so long miraculously leaped out the window.
"Ok then, I suppose, I won't tell your parents. I guess I will tell Kenny's parents instead about his new discovery of loving the taste of real dick now." Cartman replied with a highly relaxed posture and tone, fucking bastard.
"So what? Kenny's parents won't care!" I said, truly not knowing whether Kenny's parents would be troubled from it or not at the end of the day.
"Oh, he hasn't told you yet? I would think he has by now." Cartman started quirking a brow.
"Told me what?" I asked, now interested in the first time today what Cartman has to say.
"One day Kenny's dad beat him into a bloody pulp when he caught him looking at gay porn, he did put up a fight though but not enough to escape it."
I shook my head from side to side. "You're fucking lying." I muttered.
"Why do you think he was absent for almost an entire week not too long ago and when he came back his fathers bruises were still evident on him, he nearly killed him Kyle." He stated trying to make me feel guilty from raising his inflection with each step he took towards me…and it was working.
"You are lying." I said stressing each word as I roughly pressed my hands against the cool metal lockers.
"You saw how he looked Kyle, we all saw. So unless you want his alcoholic so called dad to beat the shit out of him again I suggest you do as I say." Cartman demanded his face now only inches away from mine.
I feel disgusted right now, I really fucking do as I'm now really contemplating to following Cartman's order and just do whatever he wants, for the sake of Kenny. "…Fine…" I boil, seething the word that poured out.
Cartman smiled, one of his typical sadistic smiles of triumph. "Good Kyle." He cooed into my ear and I cringed as I felt raw goose bumps travel through my back. I then felt his tongue hastily on my neck and he begins to suck at my skin along with biting it all at once. I sucked in breath through my teeth from the small pain and arch my head back from instinct. He then gripped my hips and forcefully pushed them against the lockers as he pinned his body more onto mine. He took a thick hold of my hair and pulled at it to the side and he delved deeper into my neck and with his other hand he began to grope at my jeans.
"C-Cart-Cartman…n-no, don't." I fumble with my words as my body began registering to his unwelcoming hands.
"Shut up." He said breathlessly with half lidded eyes as he released my hair and forcefully gripped my chin and kissed me.
My eyes rolled back as soon as I felt his tongue touch with mine as much as I tried to avoid it. He eventually got a good hold at making out with me while I tried my best not to push him off. At this moment I felt too much was being at steak here and if I fuck it up he can very well go and make Kenny's life shittier than it already is. I was convinced from Cartman that Kenny's dad did beat him and Cartman sure enough backed up his statement with proof of his obvious bruises. I remember asking Kenny he what the hell happened to him and he simply gave me some unclear story that he got into a fight a couple 12th graders, and I didn't bother asking further questions about it.
Cartman eventually loosened my jeans and delved his hand into my crotch right when we both heard an opening of a door and he backed off me as we both shot our heads towards the direction of the sound. We both saw a flash of someone leaving in a rush but it didn't seem like anyone I would know and I figure Cartman didn't know who it was either.
I wish whoever it was could have come in and distracted us a lot sooner.