A Beautiful Lie
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,151
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
2
Bryce stood at his locker in the busy, noisy hallway. He put the books in his hands on the top shelf and carefully picked out the books he knew he would need after lunch. He was startled when his locker door slammed shut, nearly chopping his head clean off. His eyes flung over to his left to see Michael smirking at him.
“Holy shit!” Bryce let out. Taking a deep calming breath, relieved that it was just his friend.
Michael stood there laughing at his reaction. “So, how was that calc test you were sooo worried about?” Michael asked sarcastically.
“It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t great either.” Bryce refused to let himself dwell on the lie he had fed Michael earlier that morning.
“Hurry up, let’s get to lunch, grandma.” Michael teased. “I’m starving.” He added as he led the way to the cafeteria.
Michael and Bryce set their stuff down at their usual table, where their usual company, Tom and Derek, were already chowing down. They never seemed to waste anytime when it came to food. Always the first ones in the lunch and the last ones to leave.
“What are you getting?” Bryce asked Michael.
“I’m gonna get a hoagie, how bout you?”
“I’m more in the mood for pizza.”
“You have that like everyday. Watch out or you might start to fucking look like one.” Michael chuckled as he walked away.
*
Bryce returned back to the table with Tom and Derek, but Michael still hadn’t returned. ‘I guess he’s having it his way’, Bryce thought to himself with a smile. Just another one of the corny jokes Bryce makes up in his mind and rarely comes out except in the company of Michael. Michael always makes fun of them but it’s ok if Michael does it. It bothers him more when anyone else does, because even though Michael makes fun of them he actually laughs at them to make him feel better for being so corny. He really had to stop thinking about all this. No other guy thinks about his friend this much. It’s not normal.
Bryce chased the thought out of his mind. As he started eating his lunch, he felt a hard tap on his back causing him to nearly choke on his food. He looked up as he swallowed to see who it was, although he shouldn’t have been surprised. Tyler Pressio and Bobby Hamilton stared down at him.
“Enjoying your lunch?” Tyler joked and Bobby laughed hysterically for some stupid reason.
“I would be if I didn’t feel like vomiting now that I see you.” Bryce joked. Tom and Derek laughed at Bryce’s good comeback.
“Wow, egghead. Have you been rehearsing that? I guess you think you’re funny now. What’s the big idea not letting Bobby cheat off your test in calc? I really needed those answers. And you know what happened last time you didn’t comply.”
“Why the hell did you take calc if all you were gonna do was cheat, dumbass?”
“Fuck you, Lawson.”
“It’s true. The only way you’re going to college is on a football scholarship cuz your neandrethal ass doesn’t know 2 plus 2, let alone the alphabet.” Michael chimed in as he got to the table.
“Shut you mouth, Shaughnessy. We weren’t talking to you, ya fucking mick.” Bobby retorted.
“Huh, you’ve really expanded your vocabulary. Did you Google Irish slurs, because you sure as hell didn’t figure that one out for yourself.” Michael countered.
“Why don’t you just go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under.” Bryce said.
Tyler grabbed Bryce by the collar. “Why don’t you make me, ya fucking dot head.”
Michael stepped up on the chair to propell himself over the table, taking out Tyler and landing on him. He sat up and started pounding away at Tyler’s face like he was tenderizing meat.
“Michael, stop it!” Bryce yelled.
Kids started crowding around from everywhere. Once hearing of a fight it was like homeless people running after free booze. They jumped over tables, leapt over chairs and fellow classmates just to get a front row seat to cheer on the fight. It was a dead giveaway to the teachers who ran over shortly afterwards to break it up. When they got through the crowd, the one male teacher grabbed Michael’s shirt and starting pulling him off of Tyler. Michael spit down at the bloodied Tyler recovering on the floor, while the other teacher knelt down to check on him.
“Don’t screw with me or my friends anymore if you know what’s good for you, Pressio.” Michael shouted.
“Shut your mouth, Mr. Shaughnessy!” The teacher yelled at him.
*
Michael and Bryce sat by the principal’s office, waiting to meet their doom. Michael’s mother and father came in.
“Are you out of your damn mind? Starting fights, Michael?” His mother started in on him, barely even halfway through the office door.
“He’s Irish, Bridget. He’s got a shert fuse.” His father explained. “But it’s no fooking excuse. Yer in skule, not some bar.”
“Watch your mouth, Fergal.”
“Ma, he called Bryce a dot head, and he called me a mick.”
“That dirty… I hope ye messed ‘im up.” His father said angrily.
“Fergal! You’re not helping.”
“I did. I think I broke my pinky though.” Michael said, holding up a very swollen digit.
“Suck it up.” His father said.
Bryce’s mother walked in and Bryce ducked his head down to hide from her eyes. “Bryce, what did you do?”
“Nothing, honest. Tyler was picking on me and Michael beat him up.”
“We all know fighting is not the answer.” His mother explained.
“You’d rather our sons sit back while people t’row racial slurs at dem?” Fergal asked rhetorically.
“Fergal David…”
“No, but I don’t believe that it’s right to hurt another just because they hurt you.”
“We’re just lucky that his parents aren’t pressing charges.” Michael’s mother said, relieved.
The secretary walks into the office and is stopped by Mrs. Lawson. “I would like to talk to the principal. I will not allow for these boys to go unpunished for saying hateful, racist words to my son and his friend.”
“I will speak to him right away, Mrs. Lawson.”
The boys both sighed an exaggerated breath of relief. “Oh, but you’re still grounded when we get home.” Michael’s mom said.
“But…” She glared at him and he cowered away in fear.
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“Holy shit!” Bryce let out. Taking a deep calming breath, relieved that it was just his friend.
Michael stood there laughing at his reaction. “So, how was that calc test you were sooo worried about?” Michael asked sarcastically.
“It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t great either.” Bryce refused to let himself dwell on the lie he had fed Michael earlier that morning.
“Hurry up, let’s get to lunch, grandma.” Michael teased. “I’m starving.” He added as he led the way to the cafeteria.
Michael and Bryce set their stuff down at their usual table, where their usual company, Tom and Derek, were already chowing down. They never seemed to waste anytime when it came to food. Always the first ones in the lunch and the last ones to leave.
“What are you getting?” Bryce asked Michael.
“I’m gonna get a hoagie, how bout you?”
“I’m more in the mood for pizza.”
“You have that like everyday. Watch out or you might start to fucking look like one.” Michael chuckled as he walked away.
*
Bryce returned back to the table with Tom and Derek, but Michael still hadn’t returned. ‘I guess he’s having it his way’, Bryce thought to himself with a smile. Just another one of the corny jokes Bryce makes up in his mind and rarely comes out except in the company of Michael. Michael always makes fun of them but it’s ok if Michael does it. It bothers him more when anyone else does, because even though Michael makes fun of them he actually laughs at them to make him feel better for being so corny. He really had to stop thinking about all this. No other guy thinks about his friend this much. It’s not normal.
Bryce chased the thought out of his mind. As he started eating his lunch, he felt a hard tap on his back causing him to nearly choke on his food. He looked up as he swallowed to see who it was, although he shouldn’t have been surprised. Tyler Pressio and Bobby Hamilton stared down at him.
“Enjoying your lunch?” Tyler joked and Bobby laughed hysterically for some stupid reason.
“I would be if I didn’t feel like vomiting now that I see you.” Bryce joked. Tom and Derek laughed at Bryce’s good comeback.
“Wow, egghead. Have you been rehearsing that? I guess you think you’re funny now. What’s the big idea not letting Bobby cheat off your test in calc? I really needed those answers. And you know what happened last time you didn’t comply.”
“Why the hell did you take calc if all you were gonna do was cheat, dumbass?”
“Fuck you, Lawson.”
“It’s true. The only way you’re going to college is on a football scholarship cuz your neandrethal ass doesn’t know 2 plus 2, let alone the alphabet.” Michael chimed in as he got to the table.
“Shut you mouth, Shaughnessy. We weren’t talking to you, ya fucking mick.” Bobby retorted.
“Huh, you’ve really expanded your vocabulary. Did you Google Irish slurs, because you sure as hell didn’t figure that one out for yourself.” Michael countered.
“Why don’t you just go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under.” Bryce said.
Tyler grabbed Bryce by the collar. “Why don’t you make me, ya fucking dot head.”
Michael stepped up on the chair to propell himself over the table, taking out Tyler and landing on him. He sat up and started pounding away at Tyler’s face like he was tenderizing meat.
“Michael, stop it!” Bryce yelled.
Kids started crowding around from everywhere. Once hearing of a fight it was like homeless people running after free booze. They jumped over tables, leapt over chairs and fellow classmates just to get a front row seat to cheer on the fight. It was a dead giveaway to the teachers who ran over shortly afterwards to break it up. When they got through the crowd, the one male teacher grabbed Michael’s shirt and starting pulling him off of Tyler. Michael spit down at the bloodied Tyler recovering on the floor, while the other teacher knelt down to check on him.
“Don’t screw with me or my friends anymore if you know what’s good for you, Pressio.” Michael shouted.
“Shut your mouth, Mr. Shaughnessy!” The teacher yelled at him.
*
Michael and Bryce sat by the principal’s office, waiting to meet their doom. Michael’s mother and father came in.
“Are you out of your damn mind? Starting fights, Michael?” His mother started in on him, barely even halfway through the office door.
“He’s Irish, Bridget. He’s got a shert fuse.” His father explained. “But it’s no fooking excuse. Yer in skule, not some bar.”
“Watch your mouth, Fergal.”
“Ma, he called Bryce a dot head, and he called me a mick.”
“That dirty… I hope ye messed ‘im up.” His father said angrily.
“Fergal! You’re not helping.”
“I did. I think I broke my pinky though.” Michael said, holding up a very swollen digit.
“Suck it up.” His father said.
Bryce’s mother walked in and Bryce ducked his head down to hide from her eyes. “Bryce, what did you do?”
“Nothing, honest. Tyler was picking on me and Michael beat him up.”
“We all know fighting is not the answer.” His mother explained.
“You’d rather our sons sit back while people t’row racial slurs at dem?” Fergal asked rhetorically.
“Fergal David…”
“No, but I don’t believe that it’s right to hurt another just because they hurt you.”
“We’re just lucky that his parents aren’t pressing charges.” Michael’s mother said, relieved.
The secretary walks into the office and is stopped by Mrs. Lawson. “I would like to talk to the principal. I will not allow for these boys to go unpunished for saying hateful, racist words to my son and his friend.”
“I will speak to him right away, Mrs. Lawson.”
The boys both sighed an exaggerated breath of relief. “Oh, but you’re still grounded when we get home.” Michael’s mom said.
“But…” She glared at him and he cowered away in fear.
***
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