Chapter 3: Hard Hitting
I leave the locker room bewildered, confused, and bothered by the whole situation. It was one thing to feel the adrenaline rush knowing that I could be caught engaging in oral sex. But it is an entirely different thing to be forced to help release the ‘stress’ of the school’s star baseball player. Usually the thought of him would get me off in class, but knowing he is out targeting me as a sex slave, frightens me. Hopefully he can find someone else to help him.
To get through the rest of the day I push back the thoughts that now subconsciously haunt me.
With the following days, I can’t help but feel like I’m being followed, threatened and even harassed. By who? Well, Blake of course. It is like he personally has a tab on me. Previous to the incident, I would barely see him in the hall ways. Now, it is like every corner I turn there Blake is eyeing me out ready to pin me against the wall as if no one was around. Just leave me alone already…
The day of the upcoming baseball night I skipped my last period of the day to go take a walk. In order to avoid attention for walking around, I decided to head towards the hill tops where the archery team practices. Surrounded by lush green grass, tall trees, and a wonderful breeze all year round, it isn’t hard to relax and let go of everything holding you back.
As I walk towards my destination I am attacked by a flying ball allowing my face to meet the ground.
“Sebastian! I’m so sorry!” a familiar voice calls from afar.
As I try to get back on my feet, the person helps me get leveled.
“You okay? I didn’t mean to, I swear.” I shake off my daze and I see it is Collin Stewart the senior tennis player concerned for me as always.
He isn’t one of the hottest guys in school, but he has the heart that can care fore a family of 20. His height reaches just slightly above me, his warm hands grasping me at my hips to help me stand. I never thought much about it, but he has nice brown eyes and a crooked smile.
“I’m alright Collin, I’m fine. Practicing as always?” He still holds on to me.
“Yea haha, I really wanna be captain this year so the extra practice would be perfect for me.” Which is a total lie, cause he has been captain since his freshmen year.
“That’s nice to hear, humble and sweet as usual,” I shoot a smile “uhm, I’m okay now. You can let me go.” He winces and hesitates to let go of me. Is he gay? No, he can’t be. I don’t think so. I’m probably over thinking this.
Desperate to change the subject he interjects. “Anyways, where were you going to anyways? Cutting class?” He raises his eyebrow and smirks.
“I wouldn’t call it cutting, more of taking a extra break for an hour or so.”
“Sarcastic as always, were you heading to the hills? That’s usually where I go when I’m stressed with paren- life get’s too much. What about you?”
“Oh, uhm I usually go there to think and of course relax. Is everything alright with your family Collin?” I place my hands on his shoulder which he places his hand naturally over it. He notices my surprise, and places his hand back to his side.
“Everything is alright, just a little misunderstanding is all. Don’t worry for me. Well I should head back to practice, sorry again for hitting you.”
Before I could give him my support, he picks up the ball and quickly leaves. I hope everything is alright.
Collin’s point of view
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Sebastian is so cute. I feel stupid, I was trying to hit the ball past him to get his attention, and I end up hitting him. What is wrong with you Collin?! Damn it.
I turn to see if Chen is still where we were, but no sight of him. I knew Sebastian for a long time now, he was one of my first friends when I got VHS my sophomore year. He was sweet, funny, outgoing and strong. He didn’t give a crap about how people viewed his sexuality. I remember when he told his mom, they had that huge fall out. Yet there he is, stronger, and happier than ever.
Is it bad that I wish I was like him? To be brave? To even have a close relationship with one of my parents? I hope I’m not the only one feeling shitty.
Why can’t I just admit to him that I actually like him? Nah it would not matter anyways, he is too good for me. I’m not good for anyone, Sebastian would replace me in no time. Hopeless. Pathetic. Desperate. That’s all I am.
“I liked you. From the very start, I hope you have feelings for me…someday,” I whisper.