Luck

Everyone knows that if you mess with Jake you get the crap beat out of you, and it’s much worse if you’re fool enough to be caught heckling his little brother. Even I knew this well when I approached Trey for the first time, but I couldn’t really help it; he was then, and still is now, the most adorable boy in the school. I wanted him, and I was determined to at least give it a try.

When I spoke to him I was lucky to find that Jake was on the other side of the room; this meant that I would have time to speak before being threatened away. My words brought a cute little giggle from Trey; so when his brother arrived I found myself being approved by my admiration, but I was only granted a few feet of separation from the menacing form of Jake, and several harsh glares were constantly being thrown my way.

Things went wonderfully, for a time; it was easy to bring cute little noises of mirth from the boy, and we were able to keep a nice conversation going. I decided to engage in a little playful teasing; it was more flirtatious than anything but my luck had run out. Trey took things the wrong way, and before I could say a thing a single tear fell down his face; the signal for Jake to attack.

After that I was unable to find a single moment I could talk to Trey; Jake was on the defensive and if I was caught even looking their way he would glare at me, take his brother’s hand, and move from my sight. I was very angry; angry at myself for what I said to Trey, angry at Trey for being unable to pick up on my teasing, but most of all I was angry at Jake. I hated Jake. I hated Jake so much that my affections for Trey seemed miniscule; soon, all I wanted was to find some way to get revenge, some way to make Jake regret ever daring to hit me. I could only find one way to satisfy my lust, and that was through Trey.

The opportunity arose when something else finally distracted Jake; he became intent on ruining the relationship forming between his friend and the new kid, and that left Trey wide open from time to time. I intended to take advantage of this. My luck was returning.

I happened across them all at once; Jake was having some sort of argument with Jason, but the other two were trying to avoid him, and Trey was following after his brother silently, seemingly ignored through all of the bickering. I grabbed his free hand and the brother’s slipped apart, the loss only seemed to register enough in Jake’s mind to allow him to now flail his arms in some attempt to get his point across.

I turned to Trey; he was shifting nervously, having recognized me from before; but when our eyes met he forced a smile and he began to greet me nervously. He watched from the corner of his eyes, as his brother turned the corner and left him; and from there he seemed to get even more nervous.

Finally, I spoke, causing Trey’s cute little chattering to halt. I led him the other way from his brother, “I need to tell you something; but,” I looked around suspiciously, “I have to tell you somewhere private.” He looked back the way his brother had gone, but when Jake did not appear he agreed and followed me down the hall.

For a while, as I led him, I thought of bringing an end to my plan. Perhaps this was the moment to tell Trey of the misunderstanding and forget what had happened with Jake; but I hate him so much, just the thought of not taking the revenge I had planned seemed to be the stupidest idea I could ever come up with. Why shouldn’t I take my revenge..? Why should Jake be allowed to hit me..? There is no good reason, Jake must be punished. So I led innocent little Trey into the bathroom where I was again lucky to find that no one was in.

Trey looked around questioningly, but said nothing; his ever present innocence prevented him from realizing the trap he had fallen into and he simply ignored where he had been led and wondered what I wanted to tell him. I grinned and began to inch forward which, in turn, caused him to inch back, until he had nowhere to go and I was able to trap him against the wall.

“You want to know..?” I snarled, “I hate your brother.” I slapped my hand over his mouth which brought a little squeak, but nothing more, “He’s a fucking moron and I’m going to get him where it hurts.” His hands finally flew up and began to pull at the fingers that were digging into his face, and his pinned body began to squirm against my own; but that only served to make my revenge easier.

I trailed my free hand down his chest causing a muffled whimper to heat up my hand, “Do you think that this will do it? If I rape you will he hurt?” The eyes of my victim widened and hot, salty tears spilt down around my hand, “Won’t this teach Jake, not to fuck with me?” I removed my hand from his mouth and used it to tug on his pretty black hair; his head was tilted up and I leaned in closer. Trey let out a cry and pushed weakly against my chest, but it wasn’t enough to stop my advance. However, my luck ran out.

“You stupid fag!” having heard that my own eyes widened and, in a series of events I can no longer recall, I was thrown from the bathroom where I lay only half-conscious, covered in bruises, and bleeding from different inflictions; but even in this state I could hear Trey’s pitiful whimpers and the soothing tone his brother used to calm him.

Maybe, I should count myself lucky that my foolish actions didn’t lead to something worse than a simple beating.

---The End---

By: Andyouthinkimcrazy