Over 100,000 words! Whoo!
Hope the last chapter wasn't too much for you all. It actually serves a purpose, so there's that. I promise it's important, just wait.
Has anyone heard of these theories floating around the internet about the supposedly 'true' plot behind a few cartoons. Those things creep me out and successfully ruined the Rugrats, Ed Edd and Eddy, and a few others for me. Ugh. But luckily there doesn't seem to be one about Recess, so yay! But I want to make one...hmm..
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~*~TJ's POV~*~
I would like someone to explain to me why they can afford to have a fully stocked library, but give us crap to eat every day. It's not some dinky library like in some poor neighborhood school; it has really good, high quality books. New too, barely touched. I wouldn't even know about it if it wasn't for my teacher. Our first assignment is to write a book report and I have to find a book. The one book I have won't due; it has to be a multi-chapter piece of fiction. I wish I could do it on that book though.
The teachers for the high school in here are tougher than the last few teachers I had. They give actual work so you have to pay attention in class and do real homework. The weird thing is, I like it. After doing work that was way below my grade level, it's kind of refreshing.
I must be crazy for saying that.
Me and Bandit are looking through the library during study hall. JoJo already has a bunch of books of his own and doesn't need to look for one. I'm in the T section now. Nothing looks interesting enough to hold my attention for writing a book report about. I'm looking for something like what Edgar Allen Poe writes, but I'm not having any luck. Bandit's not having any luck either. He said he rather write a report examining the meaning of a song. I don't blame him.
"Hey dude, study hall's almost over," I heard Bandit call from a few rows away. "Hurry up and pick a book. We gotta go!"
"How'd you find a book?" I asked him.
"I didn't. I'm just picking any five that have a good lookin' cover and going with one of them," Said Bandit. "I'm heading to class. What about you?"
"Hold on, I'm coming," I told him. Not looking, I grabbed three books off the shelf and followed Bandit out the library. We had math next. Algebra. It's easy though. The teacher doesn't go any farther if everyone doesn't understand what we're doing. I understand it though. It's not as hard as they make it out to be on TV. It's my favorite subject, too. The only thing that I don't like about it is that the teacher, Ms. Young, gives us assigned seats. I sit two seats next to JoJo and right behind Bandit, but Tommy Gun is right behind me. Why is he even in this class? Must've failed the entrance exam.
Before you get your classes, everyone has to take an exam to separate the dumb-fucks from the smartasses. Tommy Gun's a dumb-fuck if he's in the same class as me; not surprising. I'm right where I need to be, but JoJo and Bandit are a year behind. Most kids are in remedial classes, but what do they expect if they don't teach us anything in middle school?
I hate sitting in front of Tommy. He's always poking me and pinching me and rubbing my shoulders. I keep telling him to stop, so do JoJo and Bandit, but he keeps doing it. He doesn't do anything like the first time though; he's just keeps hitting on me. Sitting down at my desk I see that the hasn't come in yet. I hoping that he's sick and I'll get some peace today.
Nope. There he is walking in, smiling at me and sending me kisses. Disgusting. Why is he doing this after beating me up and blinding me when I first came here? I'd rather have that, 'cause when I fight back in class, I get in trouble. At least then it would be self-defense, but that was only a problem in class. In the dorms, I punch him. He still keeps coming though.
It doesn't even take long after he sits down for him to start.
~*~END TJ's POV~*~
Looking up at the clock TJ saw that there was still two minutes before class started. The teacher wasn't there, she always showed up exactly when class started. Clenching a fist, he sent a death glare to Tommy Gun as he made his way to his seat. TJ was trying to think of some way to get the bully off his back, but nothing was working so far. Sighing, he remembered that class was only 50 minutes long, much shorter than the other classes.
Just as he was closing his eyes, TJ almost jumped out his seat from the touch of Tommy Gun's cold hands making contact with his arms.
"Do you mind not being an asshole today?" TJ asked, turning around to face him. The only answer he received was a cheeky smile from the bully. "Freak." Turing around in his seat, he knew that this was only the beginning of it all. As class started, Tommy Gun began by pulling TJ's hair to get his attention. TJ decided to try and ignore him, not wanting to give Tommy Gun the satisfaction of knowing that he was bothering him. That didn't last long once the bully began to rub his shoulders.
"What is your problem?" TJ asked, turning to face him.
"Nothin'," Tommy Gun told him. "I ain't gotta problem."
"Then why do you keep bothering me? Can't you bother someone else?"
"No 'cause I like botherin' you."
"Ugh." Sighing in exasperation TJ reluctantly turned around and faced the front of the class. There wasn't anything that he could do to stop Tommy Gun from bothering and picking on him, at least not while they were in class. Until class was over he was stuck dealing with the bully pulling his hair, poking him with a pencil, flicking his ear, and just being an overall nuisance. If TJ didn't know any better, he would've sworn Tommy was acting like some little kid who had a crush on one of their classmates. But that was ridiculous. Tommy Gun having a crush on him. NO. FUCKING. WAY.
"Why you gotta play hard to get," Tommy Gun whispered in his ear. "Stop puttin' up a front and come work for me."
"I'm not working for you!" TJ snapped at him. "I don't even know what you're taking about, but whatever it is, I'm not doing it!"
"Stop playin' dumb," Said the bully as he rubbed TJ's arms. "You know exactly what I'm talkin' about."
"No I don't," TJ told him. Pulling his arm out of Tommy's grasp, he locked at the clock. Luckily there was only a few more minutes left in class to deal with the person sitting behind him.
"Course you do," Tommy Gun said, leaning forward. "You got know what I'm talkin' about. How do you get this far in juvie and not know what I'm talkin' about?" The bell signaling the end of class rang, and TJ shot out of seat and faced Tommy Gun.
"Leave me alone," He told the bully. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about so go find someone who does and pick on them! Shit!" Walking away, TJ followed JoJo and Bandit out the door heading to lunch. He just wanted to get as far away from the bully as possible.
~*~U~*~
"Do you understand this shit?"
"No I don't understand it. It's bullshit. How are they expecting us to understand this when they didn't teach us anything last year? Fuck Pythagorean and his theorem! Do understand this, Freckles?"
"Huh?" TJ said, turning to them after looking out for any sign of Tommy Gun. "Oh, I already did all my math homework after lunch."
"So you get it then?" JoJo asked him.
"Pretty much."
After school was over, the three boys made a habit of getting their homework done and out of the way so they could do things that were really important. Unlike the middle school the high school actually took their grades seriously. So serious in fact that as an incentive to get the inmates to do better they considered their grades when the inmates applied for probation. If they did well enough even for a short period of tie then they could get two to five days of 'recess' where they were allowed to go home, but come back after their days were up, which is why JoJo and Bandit gave a damn about their grades. Meanwhile, TJ still didn't care as long as his grades were a solid 'C'. it kept him out of academic probation and the teachers off of his back. He didn't care about Third Street, so working to get out for a few days wasn't something he wanted to work on. You had to get all A's for a semester to be considered for probation, and he kept everything under an A. C's are good enough. Average. He didn't want to miss anything happening in here.
"They give you what A and B equals so you just square it and add the sums," TJ instructed his friends. "And that's what C squared equals. But you still have to find the square root of that number and that's the answer. You're making it harder than it has to be."
"If you end up find the square root at the end then why squaring the A and the B in the first place?" Bandit asked him. "Why don't they just save us the trouble and make it simple?"
"I dunno, they just make it that way," TJ told him. "I wouldn't really argue with it. Math is one of those things where it is what it is and you can't change shit about it."
"Fuckin' hate math," JoJo mumbled, working on his homework. "That and this homework!" JoJo slammed his book shut and headed towards his room. "I'ma work on my book report."
"Yeah me too," Said Bandit. "it's due at the end of the week and I haven't even started yet."
"Guess I should to," TJ said, looking through his backpack. "I'm not doing anything." While the ohers had gone to their rooms to get the bokks they needed, TJ looked through the three books he had picked up from the library. Until now he didn't get a chance to look at the title, so he had no idea what he was going to be reading.
"The Thief," He read, looking at the title of the first book. "Sound's cheesy. What's the next one…." Setting the first book aside, TJ looked at the next one. "I Am Legend. Well, someone didn't put this where it belongs. Goes with the I's. Damn morons. How about the last one. Let's see…The Torah. Can't read that; I need a piece of fiction, not a religious book." As he put the last book in his backpack, TJ made a mental note to stop by the library and drop the last book off. Soon Bandit and JoJo returned with their own books and started to flip through the pages. Looking at the two books in front of him, TJ finally decided on reading I Am Legend simply because the cover looked interesting. Just he was about to flip through the pages, inmate ran past them and into the rooms on the left side of the dorms.
"What they doing?" Bandit asked.
"I dunno. Let's go see," JoJo said. The three of them got out of their seats and went into JoJo and TJ's room. Squeezing together, they all looked through the window. To their surprise, they had a clear view of the girls building and could see through their window. Not only that, but it was obvious that the girls in there knew that they could be seen and were blowing kisses and taking their clothes off. The loud hoots and banging against the wall by the other inmates were heard in the room.
It was in that moment that TJ realized something.
'I haven't seen a girl in two and a half years,' TJ thought to himself. 'GOD. DAMN.' While the blood in his body rushed toward the south, there was still enough in his brain to comprehend a few things. One, the last time he had seen a member of the opposite sex, they were not as curvy as he was witnessing them to be at this moment. Two, they looked damn good like that. Three, he wanted them to hurry the fuck up and take their clothes off. And four, he desperately wanted to over there touching them. Soon he was reduced to drooling like the two others next to him.
"As much as you guys are my brothers, I must ask you two to please exit the room," JoJo said to the others. "I need some private time."
"For what?" Asked Bandit, not looking away from the window.
"To make love to my hand, that's what," JoJo snapped. "So if you don't mind, please get the fuck out. You too Freckles."
"O-oh," TJ said, looking between JoJo and the window. "But I already sort of…you know…..started. It's my room too."
"And my room is full of people trying to get a view," Bandit said. "They all are probably doing this in groups anyways. Lemme stay in here."
"Fine," JoJo told him. "But don't touch me. I'm performing an art here. Don't talk either."
"Okay, we get it!" TJ yelled at him. "Stop talking so we can ignore each other and get this over with! I'm getting a case of blue ball over here!"
"I'm just tryin' to make sure you two know the rules," JoJo said, sitting on his bed while looking out the window. "Bandit, close the door. Freckles, start passin' around the Vaseline. And don't either of you say a goddamn word during this."
~*~U~*~
"Tommy Gun still botherin' you, Freckles?"
"Not since class. He's up to something, though; I just know it."
Once the hype from seeing the opposite gender had died down after a few hours, the inmates had left the rooms and went back to their daily lives, sad that the show was over. With nothing left to do, the three boys settled on trying to gain enough motivation to read the book they had to do a report on. Their attempts kept getting interrupted by conversations that they each took turns starting. But they were trying to focus on the book they each held in front of them, and it almost worked well enough for them to hyperfocus until an inmate came up to them and tapped JoJo on the shoulder.
"The fuck," JoJo said, frustrated from being distracted. "What do you want?"
"How much?" The inmate asked him.
"How much for what?"
"For him," The inmate said, pointing to TJ. "How much?"
"I'm not for sale!" TJ yelled at him. "What the hell do you think this is?"
"…You heard him," JoJo calmly told the inmate. "Shoo." With his head hung low, the inmate walked away, leaving behind JoJo unfazed, TJ angered, and Bandit caring more about his book than what had just happened.
"What was that guy's problem?" TJ asked, finding where he left of in his book.
"You don't know?" JoJo said. "If you don't know then I don't think you wanna know."
"So you know more then you're letting on," Said TJ. "Tell me!"
"You don't wanna know Freckles," JoJo said, dismissing his request. "Trust me."
"Do you know, Bandit?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, I know," Bandit said, not taking his eyes off the page. "I know."
"So why won't you two tell me what everyone is talking about?" TJ asked as he was angry at his friends. "I thought we were supposed to be looking out for each other, not hiding secrets!"
"Freckles, calm down; we are lookin' out for you," JoJo told him. "Part of that means not tellin' you somethin' for your own good."
"Whatever," TJ mumbled, standing up from the table. "I think it's bullshit. We aren't supposed to keep secrets from each other. I'm too mad to even read because of all this! I'm taking a shower and going to be. Fuck this."
~*~TJ"S POV~*~
What kind of friends keep secrets from each other? They better have a hell of a good reason for not telling me. It better not be something small either.
I just had to get away from them for a while to clear my mind after that conversation. It just made me mad that they wouldn't tell me. So I decided to take a bath. Luck for me, no one else was taking a bath so I got the showers all to myself. The endless hot water was never as useful as it is now.
I haven't seen Tommy Gun since class. I want to think that he finally got the message and decided to stop bothering me, but I knew better. He's probably huddled in a corner somewhere coming up with a plan for tomorrow. Creep. Is it too much to ask to not be touched? I thought he hated me. He still does, I bet. He's just doing this to get inside my head. Yeah, that's it. And I'm not going to let him win. The bastard already took my eye; what more could he possibly want?
Washing my hair, I'm happy to have back the blonde color I had before. I don't know why, but I like it more than the brown. It goes with my scar and my left eye. Maybe it's because I got them both while I was in here. That's probably it. I wonder what my parents would think of it. Wait, why do I care what they think?
Just as I was about to Rises the shampoo out of my hair I felt something grabbing my sides. Who the hell—
"Why you still playin' hard to get?" I heard the smug smiling, creepy looking freak whisper in my ear. Of course it would be him. Who else would it be? "Stop playin' and come work for me. I know you wanna…."
"Get off!" I said, elbowing him in the chest. Once his hands were off of me I faced him. "I'm trying to take a shower if you don't mind!" God, this guy was naked. I wasn't trying to get in a fight with another naked dude, especially him. If he got me on the ground it would be all too easy for him to pin me down and do what he wanted. I wasn't going to let that happen. I went back to rinsing my hair, but within seconds he had his hands on my shoulder and started massaging them. Should've expected that. I can't take my eyes off him for a second 'cause he'll just keep doing something when I'm not looking.
"What it your problem?" I yelled at him, pulling myself out of his grasp. "Why are you so damn focused on me?"
"'Cause you're cute," Tommy Gun said. "The cute one's always make the most money. Come work for me and stop actin' like you don't want to. You'll enjoy it."
"I don't even know what you're talking about!"
"Yeah you do," He insisted. "You just playin' dumb 'cause you think that'll make me leave you alone." He put on hand on my chest and pushed me against the wall with strength he didn't look life he even had. If I had a knife I'd stab this asshole. Right in the dick. He lifted his free hand up and ran his fingers through my hair. "Well it ain't gonna work. What are you afraid of?" The steam in here must be making me dizzy because everything is starting to spin, and Tommy Gun didn't push me hard enough to bang my head against the wall. So I closed my eyes to stop the dizziness, or at least pause it for a moment, but eight after that I was pushing him off on me and onto the floor.
I was about to open my eyes and attack, but I felt a soft and wet pair of lips press against mine and his hand in my hair making a fist, tugging. I tried to push him off of me, but he used his body weight to keep me pressed against the wall. Then the asshole had the nerve to press his tongue in my mouth. I punched him in the chest, but that didn't make him budge at all. But I kept punching and kept punching, but my strength couldn't last forever and I became tired and resorted to pushing, but that weakened too.
Damn this guy was a good kisser.
My hands slid down from where they were pushing on chest and my arms hung down at my sides. Any strength I had left was now gone. I felt like I was melting from the steam and the heat radiating off of Tommy's body. I hate him. I fucking hate him. But DAMN, he knows how to kiss….
He's enjoying this, I just know it. Still, I can't let this go any further; he'll never let me live it down. But…it feels so good. Fuck….I need to get him off….
With a burst of energy I lifted my back off the wall and pushed Tommy Gun off of my and he landed on the floor. Without saying a word, I stepped over him and grabbed my towel off the hook on the opposite wall and wrapped it around my waist before walking out of the showers. That guy definitely has a thing for me, and I don't want it.
After I got dressed, I lay in my bed and tried to go to sleep. It was getting late, and inmates were usually going into their rooms or the shower, so it's quiet. JoJo still wasn't in the room, so I got a little privacy. Even when I closed my eyes, I couldn't get what happened in the showers off my mind long enough to drift off to sleep. I feel guilty. I hate him so fucking much, but it felt so damn good. His fingers in my hair, his lips against mine, and his body pressed against mine. If it was anyone else I know this wouldn't even a problem. But it just had to be him. And it's not him himself, it's just that it felt so good and it came from him. I need to get him out of my head…..where'd I put that dime bag? On the shelf. Reaching up, I grabbed the small plastic bag and pipe. In seconds I had everything together and used a lighter to melt the crystals. Pressing the pipe against my lips I took a long, deep breath. In second I felt ecstasy and my problems melted away.
Donna Nnov: See here's the thing. I was actually debating whether or not to have that happen because I already wrote it before. I decide to put it in because that sort of thing does happen in juvie, not just prison. It's sickening though because the inmates don't just do it to one another, the faulty does it to them too. I'm just trying to get every part of juvie there is. But we're just at the tip of the iceberg. And this story is going to border the M-rating for a while, though I'll try and keep it in the T rating.
RandallXSpinelli: I can definitely tell you that it won't be Mikey. ;) the guy is too nice. But this won't happen for a while. At least four chapters after this one. The next two chapters are going to be really exciting.
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