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Warnings: This, my friends, is when the slashy stuff begins. And of course, there will be some swears as usual. One more warning- this is a very loooooong chapter. All in Zack's POV, I might add.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own SoR. I only own my methods of "torture" I force upon them and Ms. Hallet.
Zack's POV.
The warmth of Freddy's hands radiated onto my own as we sidestepped around the square with everyone else. The sound came to a close with a the sound of fiddles. The bell rang, and everyone began to make a mad dash for the locker rooms.
"Everyone sit down or else you get a detention!" Ms. Crayfish shouted.
Her words were like magic, sending everyone to the floor, except Katie. She ran out the gymnasium, despite the instructions.
We were all trying to listen intently, and trying to ignore the sounds of other children heading to their next class.
"Zack," Mr. Marton yelled while taking out the CD from the stereo, "Go get Katie!".
Reluctantly, I stood up and peered out the gym, finding Katie drinking from the water fountain. Her eye spied me from across the hall as she was gulping up the water. She un-coiled her body and grinned at me. Frankly, it scared the shit out of me.
"Mr. Marton, wants you back inside." I said quietly.
"Oh, really? Well, he can wait a bit longer. Listen, are you and Freddy planning to do the square dancing competition?" she asked me, leaning up against the fountain with her arms crossed.
"I haven't heard about it yet," I told her, "but it sounds like fun. I guess Ill ask him and see if he wants to do it with me.".
I crossed the hall and stood next to her. She took another gulp of water.
Mr. Marton's voice soon echoed through the bare hallways and the large gym, "Mooneyham! Brown! Get in here!".
Katie shot up, water dripping from her face.
She turned to me, "He might want to change partners if you're going to do the competition. After he took my virginity last night...".
Mr. Marton's head appeared from the hallway, and a evil look formed on his face.
"Get in here now if you want to avoid a detention!", he screamed, and the vein on his neck popped out.
We quickly scurried in to catch the last bit of Ms. Crayfish's speech on the competition. Although I was distracted from the news that Katie had told me, I still managed to listen.
"The prize will be 50 dollars for each partner. Meet in the gym after school if you plan to compete.", was all I heard.
Freddy soon approached me after we were dismissed.
"Hey, Zack. Sorry I couldn't meet up with you last night."
"Its okay."
"So, do you wanna do the competition with me?"
"Sure, I mean if you don't wanna do it with someone else."
"Why would I not wanna do it with like, the best square dancer in the class?"
I blushed. I was pretty good at square dancing, but I didn't know I was that good.
"Fine see you after school." I said as I entered the locker room to change.
Was Katie lying or was Freddy?
After They Changed
The halls were completely empty except for Freddy as I jogged to meet up with him.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Uh, class... no wait, maybe to Florida." Freddy said teasingly.
"No shit Sherlock! I meant what class?."
"Health, why?"
My heart beat began to speed up. I was going to health, too. It was the first day of the new elective switch. Each semester we switched our elective choice. It was that time.
"Me too!"
"Cool, now we can be late together." he said as we walked into the health class to see people doing "trust-falls".
Our teacher, Ms. Hallet walked over to us.
"I don't even want to know why you were late but were doing trust falls. I'm too tired to explain it again so figure it our yourselves in the courtyard." she said handing the instructions over to us.
We walked out the door into the sunny courtyard. It was a pretty hot day for November, so I pulled off my vest and Freddy removed his jacket, throwing it into a bed of flowers, while I folded mine neatly and set it down under a oak tree. I sat down on top of my vest, trying to read what we were supposed to do, while Freddy began drumming a rhythm on the tree with two twigs. I glared at him with my annoyance.
I couldn't make sense of the diagrams and the instructions. I still kept trying to decipher it, nonetheless. Then I noticed the drumming stopped. I looked up and Freddy was standing up now, and he had his arms folded and his eyes closed.
"Catch me, Mooneyham!" he said, prepared to lean back at any moment.
I sprung up, and tried my best to get in the correct position that I thought was right. Without warning he leaned back and fell on top of me. To my surprise he didn't move. His face was forward and his body was on top of mine. I almost thought I wouldn't be able to breathe. I also thought Freddy was dead. He wasn't though. I saw that sexy, pleasure filled smile appear on his face. I pulled his head towards me so I could see his dancing eyes.
I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. When my face pulled away, he kissed me back. He looked strangely into my eyes.
"How did you know I wanted you to that more than anything?" Freddy asked.
"I wasn't so sure, I mean you were in a gay chat room talking to me but you also screwed Katie..." I said, thinking the reasons over in my head while also thinking about the events that had just recently occurred.
"What? Who told you that?"
"Its true you had sex with her? Oh God, I kissed a straight guy." I said, turning my head away from his.
He got to his feet.
"Zack, who in the hell told you that lie?" and the way he said it I knew he meant business.
"Uh, Katie?" I said as though I thought it was the wrong answer.
At my response, Freddy pounded his fist into the tree, while shouting "Shit!" and his body recoiled from pain with yelling "Fuck!".
And as crazy and random Freddy was he also asked me "You were the counselor?".
Just as soon as I nodded Ms. Hallet came out the door.
"Fredrick Jones! Go to Ms. Mullins office right now! How dare you shout profanity at a prestigious school like Horace Green?" she yelled just as loudly as Freddy had before.
"And Zackary? Come with me. You deserve to practice this with some one else other than this hooligan." she continued.
I couldn't hear her though, I was too focused on the tingling of my lips.
Later at Square Dancing Practice
I listened to the music, obeying every command, trying to go fast enough to get to the right couple. At one point I almost felt like a rag doll, being passed to my corner and then spun back to Freddy. Then I felt as I was being pushed around the square. And then having to move around in pattern that took hard work to memorize. Then walking this way and then that and then having to do-si-do after do-si-do. Then the promenade. I could have passed out- but I didn't.
There were 8 people that had chose to compete, making up one square. The judges would pick the best partner and they would win the money. The bad part was that the competition was tomorrow during school. I almost choked when I found out...
Flashback
Freddy Jones sauntered in (like he owned the cafeteria) to lunch 15 minutes late. He plopped down across from me. I glanced down the table at the girls who were at the other end. One of them nudged the other and pointed at Freddy. They giggled. I got the worst feeling in my stomach, like I was going to throw up.
I pushed my tray towards him and laid my head down on the table, facing the teacher table. All the teachers were laughing and chatting. They didn't seem to notice me staring.
"Dude. Are you okay?" Freddy asked, worried.
I lifted my head up to find him eating the sandwich I couldn't finish.
"I guess. My stomach hurts. Where in the hell were you?" I demanded.
He wasn't in math class. I almost thought he got suspended. I would be miserable if he did. He was pretty much my only friend at Horace Green. The whole band had their different cliques. Katie, Eleni, Michelle, and Summer were a group. Marta, Alicia and Tomika were a group. Frankie, Leonard, Marco, and Gordon were a group, also. Lawrence and Billy didn't really have a group. Either did I. And Freddy, well, he floated. Usually he hung out with Frankie's group. Sometimes he hung out with me. Sometimes he would hang out with some of the girls. He seemed to enjoy the fact that they tried so hard to impress him and flirt with him, but he knew they would never get anywhere.
"Mrs. Mullins called my parents in to see what they wanted her "to do with me". It was pretty funny, though. My Mom was all like, 'Haven't you ever sworn before?'. You should have been there! The look on Mrs. Mullins was priceless!"
"So what did you get?" I wondered out loud.
"That's the funny part- nothing! Zip, zero, nada! Mullins said it was my parents choice so they said they would deal with me at home. But before my mom left she told me she didn't care if I swore, just to be careful about it at school." he said, leaning back in his chair.
"Can I ask you something?" I questioned, thinking of something entirely different from the current subject.
"Sure."
"What really happened with you and Katie last night?"
Freddy sighed.
"She was drunk. I think she wanted me to screw her, actually. I wouldn't and didn't want to, though. So I left, and besides from her trying to kiss me and pinning me to her bed, that was it. So don't get so worried." he told me before putting both feet of the chair back on the ground where they belonged.
He opened up the small bag of potato chips that I had gotten for myself.
"Spazzy, lemmie have some." I ordered, reaching out my hand.
I shoved the handful into my mouth, studying Freddy as he ate.
"Hey, did you hear that the square dancing competition is tomorrow?" he asked.
I swallowed too fast and the chip almost got logged into my windpipe. Coughing, I took a drink of milk and it disappeared.
"No way!" I managed.
End of Flashback
When the music was finally over, Mr. Marton handed each pair a list of all the moves we have gone over during the square dancing unit in class.
"All right kiddies! Take these and go practice each move until you know it like the back of you hand. One group can go in the equipment room, and one can use the gym. The courtyard and my office are also free. Now scram!" he boomed.
Freddy immediately headed for the equipment room.
Once we were in I asked "Why did you chose this sardine can?".
Completely ignoring me, he closed the door and looked over the list.
"Okie dokie, first is the promenade." he confirmed holding his hands in the position.
"We've done this two billion times, I think we've got it down..."
He grabbed my hands and ordered me to move, when I didn't he kicked me in the ankle.
"A little impatient aren't we?" I asked, expecting no reply as I moved around the room, dodging baseball bats and field hockey sticks.
Catching me off guard, he stopped and hugged me from behind, holding my hands, our fingers interlocked. I turned my head around, which I think was exactly what he was hoping I would do. He kissed me on the lips, and I kissed back. I went back in for a second time but he let go off me, turned around and ran the way we had come from to the front of the room.
I tuned and followed him trying to catch up. I could see him among the mess, him grabbing the list and reading the next item on the list.
"Do-si-do, Miss Zack Attack!" he called to me.
"You are so dead." I mumbled as a plan popped into my head.
Freddy curled his arm, grinning, as he waited for me to join him. I ran to him, locking our arms and spinning. I spun faster that he did, running into his back. I jumped on him, knocking him down.
Before I could blink, he rolled out from under me and climbed on top of me.
"You're not hurt, are you?" I asked, concerned.
Freddy moved and squirmed around, trying to find a comfortable spot on top of me that didn't hurt my bruises. He didn't answer, and I concentrated on the weight of his body and what was making contact with what. His hands played with my hair, and his head went into mine, smelling the hair he played with.
"You smell so good." Freddy said into my head and breathed in deeply.
Was I dreaming? No, I wasn't. I wish this moment could last forever, but I realized that we had to practice the moves if we wanted to win tomorrow. I thought it over- did I want to win? Yes, but I would rather have Freddy on top of me, even though it was kind of weird. Then something I should have realized earlier flashed into my mind. What if Mr. Marton walked in? I suddenly went into panic mode. I tried slithering and crawling from under Freddy.
"What the fuck? I thought you liked this?" he said, sounding hurt and confused all at once.
"I do but I like the idea of Mr. Marton not catching us more." I mumbled into the ground as I slid out from under his weight.
Once I was out I grabbed the list.
"Okay, next is a Alabama left." I informed, glancing at Freddy who was getting up.
Mr. Marton cracked open the door.
"Practice is over, you can go home now." he told us, sounding less cranky as usual.
I walked out and glanced at my watch. We only had 15 minutes until band practice started! I grabbed my backpack and glanced at Freddy, who was dawdling and seemed to be taking as much time as possible.
"I suggest you hurry up if you don't want Dewy to kill us for being late!" I called over my shoulder at him.
"Chill, my mom is outside and she can take you there, too." he said coolly, forgetting some important details.
"My guitar?"
"We can take you there to pick it up."
"My dad?" I asked, turning my head in a questioning manor.
"I'll come with you."
I wasn't so sure that was going to work. He told me not to hang out with Freddy AND not to go to band practice anymore. I was afraid what he would do to me this time if he knew I was disobeying him again.
As if reading m y mind, Freddy said "Don't worry, Zack. I won't let anything bad happen to you." as he wrapped his arm around me.
I looked over my shoulder. 'Good.' I thought, 'No one is looking.'.
He removed his arm before opening the door, to find Mrs. Jones waiting for us by her SUV.
Later
I was happy to find that my Dad wasn't home. Freddy followed me to my room. He looked kind of surprised to see that my house wasn't as rich looking as some of the other kids' we know. I grabbed my guitar and checked my watch again. 10 minutes left. I glanced over at Freddy who was taking his shirt off.
"What the fuck?" I said more confused than I had ever been.
"Can't a guy change in privacy? You didn't really think I was going to wear this stupid uniform to practice, did you?" he responded.
I put down my guitar and grabbed an outfit to change into myself, heading into the bathroom.
After I changed I opened up the door to find Freddy in only a T-shirt and underwear.
"Hey Spazzy!" I said as loudly as possible.
He jumped the distance of what looked like a foot high, and spun around. I stared into his spooked eyes, and then cast my eyes downward. He knew what I was staring at and covered himself up with the jeans he was about to put on before I walked in on him.
"You wanna know who I wrote the song about?" I asked.
"Sure, I guess." he replied, stepping into his jeans and pulling them up to his waist.
"You." I said simply before grabbing my guitar and my notebook.
Freddy smiled while he zipped and buttoned his jeans. He then put his school clothes in his bag.
"Come on, lets go!", he said, leading me out the door of my room.
At Band Practice
"The Battle of the Bands is tomorrow?" I asked again, almost not believing it.
"I said I was sorry I didn't let you know sooner but I ran into Theo, who had just auditioned, and he asked me if we were gonna perform. So I went down to the auditions and I told the guy that we wanted to compete again, and he loved us so much last time that we got the spot!. He also wanted to know why you hadn't died from that disease yet..." Dewy informed the whole band.
"So what song are we gonna use? We have no new material except for Zack's song and we haven't practiced it very much." Ms Know-it-all Summer complained.
"Then we'll just have to practice it a lot today." Dewy directed, "Get into your rock positions!".
About 1 Hour Later
I put my guitar into its case and followed Freddy out the door.
"Meet back here tomorrow at 5PM sharp!" Dewy called after us.
'I have never been so tired in my life.', I thought to myself. Between school, square dancing and band practice, I was beat.
I descended the stairs, Freddy in front of me, beating a fast cadence with his drum sticks on the rail. It was driving me nuts. Luckily, we reached the door at that point. I thought I would be blessed with peace at last, but I was wrong. Freddy continued the rhythm on the door, and then on the SUV that awaited us outside. I crossed the fingers on my free hand that it would not continue in the car but I was wrong again. Freddy got in the passengers seat and beat his drumsticks in front of him on the inside of the car. I rolled my eyes thinking 'This is going to be a very long car ride.'.
But I was wrong, it only lasted 5 minutes. His mother stopped the car and turned around in her seat.
"See you around, Zack." she said as she tried fishing out a CD in the back seat.
"Thanks, Mrs. Jones.".
I gathered my guitar and climbed out of the SUV, and Freddy came, too. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing his Mother was still searching for the CD. He wrapped his arm around my waist and started walking up my driveway.
"Freddy!" I shouted partly out of disbelief, partly of nervousness, "What if our parents see?".
"Let 'em see." he said into my neck, pressing his lips on my skin.
Goose bumps arose all over my body.
"No, seriously stop." I warned, my eyes glaring at him when his head was removed from my neck.
I reached to the door knob, but the door opened first, smacking my hand in the process.
My Father opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but he closed it and grinned at Freddy. He took the guitar from me and spoke.
"Thank you for taking Zackary home, again." he said, and that was definitely not like him at all.
"Uh, no problem." Freddy said, almost not believing his eyes and ears.
Freddy escorted himself out the door and once he was in the car and it pulled away, my father returned to normal.
"You seriously thought I would treat you like the little shit you are like last time in front of that boy?" he said as he turned to me, grasping the guitar in its case, using both hands to hold its neck.
He raised my favorite guitar above his head, and swung at me, hitting me square in the jaw. I fell backwards onto the pile of shoes and boots at the doorway. One of my Dads boots dug into my bruises and I cringed in pain. My Father swung again, this time hitting me in the head. I felt the sensation of blood dripping down my forehead. He threw the remains of my guitar on the tile floor. I was picked up by the collar of my Metallica shirt and propped up against the wall. I could do nothing to stop it. I was defenseless against this old man who was going to decide my fate in the next few minutes.
My thoughts were disrupted my his fist in my stomach. I fell to the floor. My eyes bulged out of my sockets and coughs came sputtering out. My coughs were hoarse, and turned into dry heaves. My lungs stung and burned from my fit of coughing. His foot went into my stomach. I continued to cough and recoil with pain. Before it could not pass, his foot came into contact with my stomach once again. And then quite a few more times after that. I thought that it would never end, or that I would die here and never seen the boy I loved again.
Then, it ended. My closed eyes reopened to find my father in the living room watching football (American) on TV.
'Doesn't even care about me.' I thought. I rolled off of the pile of shoes and boots that had continued to bite into my raw back.
I got up to my feet, and that took a great deal of strength and effort. I walked into the living room, getting in front of the TV like I knew he hated. I stayed put.
"Zackary David Mooneyham! Get out of my way or you will be worse off than you already are!" he yelled, his body shifting in his easy chair as he tried to catch a glimpse of the game.
"That isn't possible." I mumbled to myself.
I found my weapon sitting on top of the entertainment center. It was the vase that contained my Moms old dog, Marcie's ashes. I picked them up and aimed at my Dad's head. The porcelain cracked at contact with my parent. Ashes and the smashed vase were strewn upon him. Without wasting a moment, my Father arose out of his chair and landed a punch in my eye. I kept my balance and didn't stumble. He repeated his attack method countless more times. I still stayed still and didn't fall. My Father was unsatisfied once again and literally threw me across the room. He picked up my small body and tossed it into the coffee table. I felt the corner of the table leave a new mark on my head.
He left the room before kicking me in the head and spitting on me, as if I was some piece of trash. I turned my head and stared at the smiling faces on TV. It was as if they were mocking at me. Grinning at the horrible mess my life had become. I didn't know what to do except call the one I knew had promised he wouldn't let any thing bad happen to me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone and dialed.
"Hello?" the voice greeted.
"Freddy?"
End of Chappie
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