I love breaking the fourth wall just like I do in this chapter. It's epic, just wait and read.

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Journal,

Dude, what the fuck is JoJo's problem? He's being a little bitch for no reason. What, is he mad that I slept with Tommy? Doesn't mean he has to be a whiney bitch.

Well, he's not really whining. Just not talking to me. Still an asshole though.

….

…

…

….I want the dick.

~*~V~*~

Turning the page in his book, TJ tried his best to ignore the stares he was receiving from the others at the table. After taking Tommy Gun as a customer, he hoped that attention wouldn't be drawn to him, but the exact opposite was happening. The moment he took a step out of his room, the eyes of his friends, minus JoJo, were on him. The twenty questions he was bracing for never came, but the stares stayed, and it annoyed him. It wasn't so much as they stared at him, but that was ALL they did. No conversation, not comments, not even a question, just stares. It's been two days since the event, and they were still staring. And JoJo still had an attitude problem.

"Are you all done look yet?" TJ asked, shutting his book. "I don't think you'll see anymore that you haven't already seen…"

"Sorry dude. It's just that, you know," Said Bandit. "You slept with Tommy Gun. We hate Tommy Gun remember? He blinded you in one eye. And now, two days ago, you fucked him. And it sounded like you actually liked it."

"How would you even—"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh God. Yes, yes! Oh God yes!" Bandit mocked, bouncing in his seat. "Harder! Harder! Faster! Yes! Tommy! Tommy! I love it! Oh, yes! More! More! More! I love you! I love you, Tommy! And I love your dick!"

"…..was I that loud?" Bandit and Specs nodded. Embarrassed, TJ looked away from them to wait for the blush on his cheeks to fade. "This is…..so embarrassing."

"I don't blame you," Specs told him. "Sex is sex. It feels good. It's supposed to feel good. Sex with Tommy Gun just feels extra good to you."

"You're not helping," TJ mumbled. "Can we do something else? Like watch TV. Haven't done that in the last three years…" Getting out of his seat, TJ walked over the only TV in the dorm that was hanging on the wall. Followed by Bandit and Specs only, (because JoJo was ignoring his existence for reason unbeknownst to him), TJ waked past the normal crowd and stood on a nearby table to reach the TV. Pressing the buttons, the channels changed and they all looked for something decent enough to drown themselves in.

"What are we watchin'?" Bandit asked him.

"Hell if know…" TJ told him. "I don't know what's on TV these days. Do you?"

"No…but it would be nice to have some sort of idea to what we're searching for."

"I wanna watch cartoons," Said Specs. "I don't care what anyone's opinion of me is after suggesting that we watch cartoons. I still wanna watch it."

"Yeah, I wanna watch cartoons too. Turn to Cartoon Network," Bandit said. "I wanna see if Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy is on!"

"Are you crazy? It's been five years since you saw that show!" Specs yelled at him. "It's probably cancelled!"

"Who would cancel such a great show? They're idiots if they did…," Bandit mumbled.

"That show was creepy anyways," TJ told them, flipping through the channels. "Seriously. I'm watching Courage the Cowardly Dog. If I can find it…"

"How are gonna call Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy creepy, but watch Courage the Cowardly Dog?" Specs asked him. "That show was disturbing as hell. Remember that one episode with that crazy-ass barber? What was his name? Freaky Fred? That episode gave me nightmares. I wouldn't go get a haircut for two months."

"Pussy," TJ said. "That episode wasn't even scary. If anything about that show was scary it was that one episode with the demon in the mattress or that one when they went to the city and saw that one girl behind the door. Swore that bitch looked like Helga Pataki…"

"She did, didn't she?" Bandit laughed. "Okay, okay. Let's watch Hey Arnold then. Turn to Nickelodeon."

"No I don't like that show," Specs said. "It's okay, but it's too much like that one show on Disney."

"What show?"

"You know that one show with the kids at the school?" Specs said. His only replies were confused looks from Bandit and TJ. "They were always out at recess doing crazy shit, like breaking into the school, stealing ice cream, getting revenge on the teachers and some of the students….you know, they had a whole government set up on the playground, main characters were six kids, crazy ass kindergarteners…think they had a movie for it too…"

"What was it called?" Bandit asked him.

"I forget what it was called."

"Sounds lame," TJ said, dismissing them. "We need to find SOMETHING, my arm hurts….."

For ten minutes, TJ flipped through the channels looking for something to watch. He was only paying half attention to what was flashing on the TV, because the conversation being held by the other two was getting interesting. The debate grew with more people getting involved with the sole purpose of emerging victorious. TJ didn't see what the big deal about it was. A cartoon was a cartoon. They're all pretty good. Who could possibly make a bad cartoon? He himself had his favorite shows (Rugrats, Ren and Stimpy, Dexter's Lab, Cow and Chicken, and guiltily, The Powerpuff Girls) but any cartoon was good on a boring day like today.

And what better way to forget about Tommy Gun than mind-numbing TV?

A loud whistle pierced through the air, silencing everyone who was talking, and nearly deafening those who weren't. Turning to see where it came from, TJ saw that Tommy Gun was staring at him while leaning against a pillar. With his arms folded, he waved for TJ to come over. TJ stepped down from the table and, against his better judgment, walked over.

"You guys find something to watch," TJ said as he left the crowd. "I gotta go do something….." Folding his arm, TJ sent a heated glare towards the bully. Wasn't it enough that this bastard managed to sleep with him? Or was this finally the beginning of him rubbing it in? "What do you want?"

"Aww, that's no way to talk to your lover, now is it?" Tommy Gun teased. He reached for TJ's hand, but TJ snatched his hand away just has Tommy grabbed it.

"I'm not your 'lover!'" TJ yelled at him. "Go to hell!"

"You know, I'm in the mood for another piece of ass," Tommy said, ignoring TJ's comment. "Come back with me to my room…I'll pay you…"

"I'm not falling for that one again," TJ snapped at him. "I don't care how much you're trying to pay me. It's not going to happen again!"

"Yeah right. You were screamin' my name! Loud as shit begging for more!" Tommy told him. "You know you want this dick!"

"Whatever." Not wanting to continue the conversation, TJ turned and started to walk away. This was the last thing that he wanted to deal with. A hand grabbed his, and before he could react, he was pulled back by Tommy Gun. He was swung back around, and when he finally stopped, he was pressed against the bully's body, with a hand on his hip keeping him there.

"Why you keep playin' hard to get?" Tommy Gun whispered. "It's cute and everything, but it's gettin' annoyin'….."

"Asshole," TJ mumbled. With Tommy Gun being taller than him, it became intimidating to fight him off, but that didn't stop him from trying. He wasn't going out like that. Not without a fight. "Lemme go!"

"I did let you go," Tommy told him. "My hands aren't on you anymore. But your hands are on me….I see you like my muscles, scrub." Seeing that his hands were on Tommy's chest, TJ pushed himself away and avoided eye contact. "Heh, don't be shy. It's not like I don't already know you like me."

"I don't 'like' you!" Yelled TJ. "I'm just….attracted to you. That's it! And I'm not acting on it anymore!" Brushing him off, Tommy grabbed his hand and pulled him under the stairs and into the shadows. "Hey asshole! Don't you know the meaning of the word 'no?' What part of it don't you understand?"

"I know what it means. I'm just not acceptin' it," said Tommy. The two of them stopped walking when TJ pulled his hand out of Tommy's grasp. "I don't take no for an answer. 'specially when it's somethin' I really want. And I always get what I want. Get that through your head. Your ass is mine. You're my whore now."

~*~TJ's POV~*~

This guy's starting to scare me.

He has on the most disturbed smile right now and his eyes are just burning into my skull.

I started to back away from him. He might do something crazy. He's not stepping forward to stop me. This might be my only chance to get away. Just as I began to turn away, my arms were grabbed and I couldn't get away. Who's grabbing me?

Oh. It's the twins. I was wondering where they were.

Tommy Gun approached me. He didn't say anything, but grabbed my chin and forced a kiss. It was short, and he pulled away, moving right to the bracelets that I (stupidly) forgot to take off today. I couldn't pull away from these damn twins because they're just as strong as I am. So I just have to wait.

"Look what we have here," Tommy Gun said in a patronizing voice. "A white bracelet….."

White? I didn't put on a white bracelet.

"Someone's got a dirty mind to wear white bracelets," Tommy taunted. "Even the filthiest of boy-sluts in here don't wear white bracelets...but it's just what we need…."

"We? The fuck is 'we'?" I asked, trying to pull away.

"Don't you remember what the white bracelets stand for?" he asked. Not waiting, whispered the answer in my ear and my eyes almost bulged out of my eyes.

"No fucking way!" I scream. "There is no way that's happening! I didn't even put that bracelet on! You probably slipped it on me when I wasn't paying attention!"

"So? What's your point? You're still comin' with me." He's got a twisted look in his face. I'm not gonna risk saying that he's bluffing. He's not the type of person who bluffs, not now. He grabbed my face and pulled me into another kiss, harder than the last.

"Tell me you didn't love that," He asked after pulling away from the kiss. "Tell me you didn't love that kiss."

…I can't. I loved it. I loved everything about it. I loved every kiss he gave or forced on me. His lips are tortuously soft, and there is so much passion behind each one. God…I can't describe how it feels. It's like I'm sent to heaven when he kisses me.

Why am I attracted to him? I hate that!

"Exactly. You can't," Said Tommy Gun. "Listen, scrub. After having a nice piece of your ass, I realized somthin'. It's not fair that I'm the only one who gets to feel that good. I should share the goodness with my friends here…."

"No!"

"Why not? It's juvie…and you had a dream about it….read all about it in your journal…"

"That doesn't mean anything—" I was cut off by him pressing his lips against mine. His friends let go my arms and I was free, but my arms didn't fall to my side. I pulled Tommy closer to me and deepened the kiss. I couldn't help it.

He's smiling, I just know it.

"See? You do want it," He laughed. "I'll still pay you. It's the exact same thing. Just imagine that you're getting three clients done at one time…"

"I hate you."

"Uh-huh…."

"I really fucking hate you."

"But you love this dick."

"…..."

"And you want some more."

"….shut-up."

"Come get a nice big dick."

If I had killed myself I wouldn't be in this dilemma.

Giving up, I held my hand out in front of him and he took it, leading me into his room. My other wasn't free; the twins clung onto my other arm for dear life.

"Don't worry. We're gonna have fun, scrub." Said Tommy. It's at this exact moment that I hear the theme song to the show that everyone was watching on TV.

Every day when you're walkin' down the street,

And everybody that you meet,

Has an original point of view,

And I say hey (hey),

What a wonderful kind of day….

'LIES!'

~*~V~*~

"Where you goin'? Stay here over night."

"No, just give me my money so I can leave."

I want to get out of here. For fucks sake, I just slept with three guys at once. I need a hot bath. Did I make them use a condom? …yeah. I did. They handed me the money and counted it. I couldn't put it in my pockets because I didn't have any pockets. They shredded my uniform as soon as the door shut. I still have my boxers though. I paid no attention to their pleas to for my to stay and headed for the door.

"OUCH!" I yelled in pain after one of them landed a hard smack on my ass. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"I can't leave my personal whore alone," Tommy said, laying in his bed. "I wonder what your friends think of you now. Being a slut and all…."

"They're still my friends," I told him. "Regardless of this. Not that it's any of your business."

"All of 'em? Are you sure?" He asked. "Doesn't look like JoJo's your friend. If you ask me, he looks kinda jealous….."

JoJo jealous? Of what? What's there for him to be jealous of? Of what's been happening between me and this son of a bitch? That's impossible. For him to be jealous he has to want me to pay attention to him only, and h would have to like me. And he doesn't. I know he doesn't. He's not gay or bi or nothin'. When I told him I was bi, he didn't talk to me for what, a whole month. I thought he hated me and didn't want anything to do with me. He completely ignored me. Didn't even look at me or talk to me. He did eventually, and told me the reason he didn't talk to me for the whole month was because he had a philosophical discussion with himself about his beliefs and what I told him. He told me he accepted it, but made damn sure I knew he was straight.

So he can't be jealous.

"Leave me alone, Tommy," I said quietly. "You don't know what you're talking about."

I left the room and joined the crowd that was still watching the TV. I don't care what's on, I just need to get away.

"Have fun with Tommy Gun?"

"Oh, so now you're talking to me?"

I didn't know I sat down next to JoJo when I came over. But at the same time, I really don't care. I'm not trying to start an argument.

"Yeah I am," JoJo snapped back at me. "What the fuck do you think you doin' messin' with Tommy Gun? You have any idea what you getting' yourself into? Or is he just another dick for you to fuck and suck? What about his friends? Did you like their dicks too?"

"I don't have to deal with this," I said standing up. "At least while I was with them I was enjoying it and they weren't being whiney little bitches like you are! What's your deal?" I didn't give him a chance to answer. I left. I don't need this…

But….he is starting to sound a little jealous.

Had a little 'Inception' like moment in there. :P Did you like it?

HiddenBehindTheCurtains: yeah, I made them so like, Chauncey was sickingly innocent, and JoJo…..not so much. :P I just love couples like that, but they weren't going to be a couple…

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