Your cock is beautiful – 20

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-20 Continues……

excuse, while Lissie rolled her eyes and walked to the table with Becky, but Stella didn’t give me a chance.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, peering into my eyes.

“Uh…nothing, I…I just…” I stuttered.

“Come on.” she said. “Come sit with us.”

There was a heaviness to her words. This wasn’t just me sitting somewhere else, to her. This would be me making an excuse to reject her, and her friends. She was putting way too much importance on the whole thing, but I could tell that’s what she was thinking.

I looked at the table nervously, and saw Mia there, watching me. What the hell was I doing? I’d spent years of my life living in fear of Mia, and that had brought me nothing but loneliness and anger. I’d finally gotten free of that life…was I really just going to let some arrogant dickhead put me back there?

I glanced behind me and didn’t see Mike anywhere.

I took a deep breath, and walked over to the table.

Screw Mike. Screw what he wanted me to do. I could sit where I wanted.

That being said, I barely ate and didn’t pay attention at all to the conversation going on around me. I kept my head down, still praying Mike didn’t see me. What the hell was wrong with me? I kept glancing at the clock at the end of the room, trying to get my hands to move faster.

A few minutes before the bell went, I felt an almost psychic twinge of fear. I looked up and saw Mike glaring at me from across the room, a snarl of rage frozen on his face. My stomach twisted and I almost threw up my food. I kept staring at him until I realized Stella was trying to get my attention.

“Uh, what?” I asked.

“I said, you should come to Josh’s with us tonight. Meet all the guys, have a drink, it’ll be fun.” she said.

Oh right, Josh’s occasional Thursday get-togethers. His mom was apparently often out of the house on Thursday nights, for whatever reason, and so Josh invited a small, consistent group of seniors from a few schools in the area to hang out and drink. I’d never met the guy, but it seemed like half of the group’s stories and in-jokes had originated at one of his parties.

I glanced around. Everyone was looking at me, waiting for an answer. Lissie didn’t seem to care much, nor did Becky, but Derek seemed pretty hopeful. Glancing at Mia was a mistake.

She had such an incredibly open look of such desperate hope on her face that it took my breath away. For a few seconds, she looked like the only thing she had ever wanted in the world was for me to go to this party. Then she looked away, blushing, as she had every other time I’d met her eye in public these past few weeks.

I sighed. It was her being so open with her emotions that had gotten me into this mess. I mean, maybe.

I could feel Mike’s eyes on me from across the room even now. I didn’t know what I was going to do.

“Sorry, I gotta go.” I said quickly, standing up.

I jammed my hands into my pockets and walked quickly to the other end of the cafeteria, hoping against hope that Mike wouldn’t follow me. I was just blindly fleeing with no plan or purpose. I made it out of the building and sped up, hoping to reach the library before he caught up.

Suddenly I felt a heavy clap on my shoulder.

“Come on.” growled Mike, dragging me to the side.

He walked me back around behind the cafeteria. What could I do? He was obviously faster than me. I couldn’t out run him, God knows I couldn’t fight him off. I just let myself be led, feeling like a lamb heading towards the slaughter.

In a less poetic sense, it felt exactly like heading into an exam that you knew you hadn’t done enough studying for. The exact same sinking feeling in the pit of the stomach.

We reached the spot, and he slammed me against the wall.

“What did I say, bitch?” he snarled, pressing his meaty hand into my chest.

“Why does it matter?” I blurted out, my voice high and whiny.

“What?” he said, anger darkening his expression further.

“She dumped you, right?” I said, thinking quickly, “What does it matter if I sit with her? I’m not even sitting with her, I’m sitting with my sister!”

I struggled against him, trying to escape his grip. He pushed back hard, pinning me to the wall. Then he slapped me across the cheek.

The sudden explosion of stinging pain shocked me into silence. Suddenly the fear and apprehension I’d been feeling exploded and multiplied. This guy could seriously hurt me.

“Listen, faggot, I don’t care if the only reason you’re at that table is because you want to suck Frank Dorian’s cock. You stay the fuck away from Mia, you got it?” he growled.

I still hadn’t recovered from the slap, and I felt tears brimming up in my eyes. I briefly thought that I hadn’t known Frank’s last name until just now.

Mike leaned in close, hissing in my ear;

“Don’t go near her again.”

He walked away, leaving me alone. I pushed my back against the wall and slid to the ground. I felt weirdly numb, and I barely registered the sound of the lunch bell coming from the window high above me.

I slowly picked myself up and walked to class, only remembering at the last second where I’d left my books, and having to double back to get them.

The rest of the day passed in kind of a weird shock. I felt mostly numb except for the fear. Why did he scare me so much? He was just a guy. Just some asshole. Yet the feeling of him holding me against that wall, of being utterly helpless…it made me sick to my stomach.

I didn’t know what I was going to do. How could I be with Mia when I was so afraid of what might happen with Mike?

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That evening, a few hours after dinner, I was in bed listening to music and trying to ignore my problems, just like always.

I jumped when my door opened and Mia peeked her head around it. It had been a while since I’d seen her in the house on a Thursday. I took my headphones off.

“Uh, hi. Stella wanted me to ask if you’re coming tonight.” she said.

She seemed unsure of how to act in my room, knowing we couldn’t be our usual selves with Stella just downstairs.

“Uh…” I said. I didn’t know what she meant.

“Josh’s party? Stella wants you to come, and she asked me to ask you…” she nervously brushed her hair behind her ear, “I guess she really wants me and you to be friends. I have to tell you how fun it’s all going to be…” she trailed off, laughing lightly.

She was so nervous around me. She looked at me with such adoration in her eyes, such vibrant hope. But I couldn’t deal with any distractions.

“No.” I choked out. “No, I’m not going.”

She looked at me for a second before walking to my bed and sitting down.

“It really will be fun. It’s…I mean, it’s kind of low-key, you know? Just sitting around, listening to music, getting a little tipsy on some cheap beer…it’s a good night.” she said, leaning closer to me.

“No thanks. Not my thing.” I said.

She put her hand on my shoulder and wrapped her other hand around my arm.

“Come on…” she said coaxingly, “It’ll be great, I promise.”

From nowhere, rage built up inside me and exploded to the surface. How dare she disobey me? How dare she even touch me without my permission?

I pulled roughly away from her, getting off the bed.

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