Danbrook's Angel

This chapter has a bit of discriminatory language from three of the guys from the Fab Five. Read and enjoy.

-Scribbles05


Chapter 3

Since Oliver’s first day at Danbrook and his confrontation with Martin in the gym, his reputation dwindled before it really began at the school. Martin, Willis, and AB, began telling the world of Oliver’s sexual preferences; earning him more enemies-especially with the guys- at school than before. Their wasn’t a day when he wasn’t terrorized in some form.

Wednesday, Mr. C gave the class a test on chapter 6. Throughout the test, Bobby kept going blank on every question he ran up on, and Willis kept asking him what the answer was to every question. When he turned his test paper in, Bobby could bet money that he failed it miserably. Sure enough, that Friday when they got the papers back, he scored a 60.

“Hey man, what did you get?” Willis asked him.

“A damn 60. You?”

“58. Dang Bobby, I believe that’s the lowest you’ve gotten this year. In ANY class.”

“Well, if you wouldn’t have kept poking me in my side asking me what the answer to this question and that question was, I could’ve at least gotten my usual 75.”

“Does it matter? You bombed the bitch. Just like I did.”

“But not everybody.” Bobby said as he looked over Oliver’s shoulder with squinted eyes and saw a 97 written atop his paper. “Oliver got an A.”

“His gay ass doesn’t have anything else better to do.” Willis replied rolling his eyes. When Willis started going into his usual spill about fairies, Bobby began to think. Geez he’s smart. Does he ever fail any class? I’ve got to get him to help me with my government.

At lunch, the cafeteria served up hotdogs, potato wedges, and frozen sherbet. I’ve got to ask Oliver today, but when my friends see me talking to him, they’ll have a cow for sure. What should I do? After Bobby got his tray, he first spotted his friends sitting at the usual table talking and laughing about something. Then further to the right, he saw a young man in a small dark blue vintage cotton t-shirt and fitted jeans, sitting at a table -alone- reading a novel while taking a bite out of his hotdog.

“Where the hell is he going?” Martin looked up from his food to ask.

Oliver was deep into one of his favorite books, A Bend In The Road, when he heard someone clear their throat alittle too obviously. Slowly looking up from his book he saw a young -gorgeous- guy standing before him with his tray held firmly in his hands. He wore a red football jersey with the number 1 on it and carried a nervous expression on his face. Their’s no need to wonder why he’s so nervous around me. Oliver thought. I wonder what he wants? Probably to ask me the dumb “Are you really gay?” question. I hope not, because I’m really sick of having to answer them for today.

“Um, you mind if I sit down?” Bobby asked.

Oliver could tell that he was a bit embarrassed to ask that question to him, but he was surprised all that same that someone wanted to sit with him. The side of his mouth was filled with food and when he heard the question, he stopped chewing and stared dumbfounded at Bobby. “Ah, sure.” Bobby sat down across from Oliver. For a moment, there was complete silence between the two. Neither looked away from the trays, though neither ate.

“You always sit alone and eat while you read?” Bobby asked and could’ve kicked himself for asking that. Idiot! What kind of question is that?!

Oliver’s head shot up. “Well, it’s not like I have any choice.” Oliver responded defensively.

Bobby sensed the tension he made with Oliver and responded, “I’m sorry. It was a dumb thing to ask.”

Oliver’s expression softened. “Don’t worry about it.”

Silence.

“Listen Oliver,” Oliver felt a tremble go up his spine. He never thought his name could sound so arousing coming from another’s mouth. Or was it just from Bobby’s mouth. “I was wondering, if you weren’t too busy that is, if you could maybe tutor me on government. Weeks we’ve been in that class and I haven’t made even a C on my tests. I need help. And...... since you happen to be so damn smart in it, maybe you could help me out.”

“You want ME to tutor YOU?” Oliver asked disbelieving. “Have you forgotten who I am at this school? The fairy? Olive Oil? If people found out I was your tutor, you’d catch hell. You’d better hope they don’t try to label you and kick your ass for sitting with me right now.”

“I’m not worried about them. They won’t do anything to me. The fact is, I need tutoring. And I don’t care who it is that does it, as long as they can help me.”

“Are you sure about this?” Oliver asked.

“Very.”

“Ok, then.”

“Ok.” Bobby repeated. “When do you want to start?”

“Um, well obviously not today. You have a football game. But we do have a vocabulary test that following Monday. How about Saturday........at four?”

“Perfect.” Bobby smiled at Oliver; a bit of his nervousness starting to go away. How is it that I feel so comfortable around him already? I feel like no one is here but us.

Mercy! Oliver thought. He has a gorgeous smile........and face.........and body. Stop it Oliver! He’s asking for your help in school, so get your head out of the gutter. Bobby sat with Oliver the rest of lunch and he told the boy how to get to his house.

***

“What the hell is going on with Bobby?” AB asked. He and Martin were watching Bobby carry on a conversation with Oliver. They even saw them both laugh a little.

“I don’t know, AB.” Martin scowled. “But it’s gonna stop.” His eyes zeroed in on Oliver. “It’s gonna stop.”

***

Oliver was on his laptop at his desk entering a diary entry, when his phone rang. “Hello?”

“Hey, Oli.”

“Hi Priscilla. What’s up?” He asked her as he placed the phone in the crook of his shoulder and kept typing.

“Nothing really. I was just wondering were you planning on going to the game tonight?”

“What game?”

“The football game, you silly ninny.” Priscilla giggled.

“Oh. Well, I haven’t thought about it, to tell you the truth.”

“Why? You have something to do already?”

“No.”

“Going somewhere?”

“No.”

“Baby-sitting?”

“Not this weekend.”

“Then what the hell.........Come on Oli. You gotta go. It’s one of Danbrook’s big games. Their playing the Wilmington Vikings. And I have to go so I can have something to write about for my column. You’ve gotta keep me company.”

“Priscilla I’m not really in the mood for football.”

“Pleeeeeeaaaaassssseeeee!!”

Oliver sighed in defeat. “Fine. I’ll go. What time does it start?”

“Now. So hurry up and get dressed. When you get there, me and you can check out the cute guys from Wilmington.” Priscilla laughed. Oliver sighed again.

“Oh dear.” He mumbled.

After getting off the phone with Priscilla, Oliver finished his diary entry and started to get ready. After he showered and washed his hair, he dressed himself in a pair of dark blue fitted jeans, white vintage t-shirt, red with white stripe Adidas track jacket, and black tennis shoes.

When he finally arrived to the school, Priscilla was waiting for him by the gate. He paid for his ticket and walked over to her. “I’m glad you made it.” Priscilla said as she walked over and hugged him. “You look great and you smell delicious. What is that?”

“Didn’t you know?” Oliver joked. “That’s my natural fragrance.” They laughed. Priscilla decided they should look at the game first before they started scoping the area. Together, they sat in the crowded stands and watched the game. It was Titans- 14 Vikings- 7. Titans had the ball and immediately Oliver started looking on the field for #1.

Priscilla saw his wondering eyes. “Looking for someone in particular?” She asked. Oliver quickly looked away from the field embarrassed.

“N-No.” He answered very timidly.

“Lair. What’s his number? I’ll help you find him.”

“Nobody. It’s nobody.”

“Oli, don’t toy with me. What’s the number?”

Oliver gave in. “#1.”

“#1?! That’s.....”

“Shhhh!” Oliver said quickly putting his finger to his lips. “Not so loud.”

“Sorry. That’s Bobby Ardenay. Good choice. Bobby is superfine.” She playfully nudged Oliver. “You like him?”

Oliver blushed. “No.”

“You are a pitiful lair.”

“It’s true.”

“Fine. Well, if you don’t like him, then why are you looking for him?”

“He asked me to be his government tutor today during lunch.”

“Really? Doesn’t he know you’re gay?”

“Yeah. Everyone knows I’m gay, thanks to his friends as a matter of fact.”

Suddenly they heard a loud roar of cheering coming the stands of people and they stopped their conversation to see what was happening. Bobby snapped the ball but he found no open man to throw the ball to, so he burst into a mad sprint down the sideline. With the help of his linemen, tackling all the Vikings players that were trying to block him, Bobby scored a 120 yard touchdown. People in the stands were standing up, screaming, cheering, blowing horns, and whistling. The loudest probably coming from the middle aged couple that were sitting on the first row of the bleachers. Oliver checked them out. The woman had short cut dirty blonde hair and she looked reasonably pampered, with her sparkling rings and gold bracelets. The man had very dark hair and tan skin. He also looked like he was a buff man back in his day. From what Oliver could gather by seeing them only from behind, he would’ve guessed that that was Bobby’s parents. They look like well- to- do folks. Oliver thought as he watched the mother clapping and cheering, “Yay, Bobby!!” to the top of her lungs and his father clapping and making whistling noises with his mouth. They also look like parents that wouldn’t tolerate a gay son. That’s if he swung that way at all.

Priscilla hit Oliver’s shoulder. “Well, there was your prince charming.”

“I told you I don’t like him.”

His friend laughed. “I’m sorry Oliver, but a person wouldn’t intentionally go searching for their tutoring buddy on a football field-where they wear tight pants showing their booties- for no reason. Oli, buddy,” Priscilla put her arms around his shoulders and pressed her chin on his right shoulder. “You make it too obvious.”

Oliver turned his face away. “You could see ALL that?”

“Yep.” Oliver shook his head and sighed.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“I took all the pictures I need back when the game first started. As for the rest of the column........I’ll just wing it. Come on.” Priscilla stood up and pulled Oliver to the concession stands where the rest of the teens could go when they didn’t feel like watching the game. Oliver bought a small tray of nacho and cheese that he shared with Priscilla and she bought a soda.

They were just walking around, taking in the sights, when Priscilla got a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw a young man with short red hair and slender frame. In Oliver’s eyes; he was cute but not gorgeous. He wasn’t manly looking like Bobby, that was for sure. But cute none the less. “Excuse me, but I had saw you two earlier in the food line and well,” He glanced slowly over at Oliver and smiled. Oliver cocked an eyebrow. “I just knew I had to talk to you.” He looked back at Priscilla who was beaming. The red-head was totally ga-ga for Oliver and she thought it was sweet. “Do you mind if I steal him away from you for a while?”

Priscilla smiled even wider. “Nope. Be my guest.” She snatched the nachos from Oliver’s hand and shoved him towards the boy. She looked at Oliver’s stunned face. “Oli, I’ll see you under the bleachers in an hour........or so.” She giggled.

“Oh dear.” Oliver mumbled. He slowly turned to the red head and smiled slightly. “Hi.”

“Hello.” The young man stuck out his hand. “I’m Greg.”

Oliver shook it. “Oliver. Nice to meet you.”

Greg grinned. “Likewise. Listen, my car is over there near the trees. It’s very dark and secluded we could--”

“Wait a minute.......” Oliver interrupted.

“Oliver, I find you incredibly sexy. I’m not looking for a relationship. I just wanna fuck.”

Oliver looked shocked. “But you don’t even know me.”

“I know. That’s why I have condoms in the dashboard. Lubricated.”

“That’s not what I........never mind.” Wow. Guys down here skip the small talk and go right into it. Oliver thought.

Greg led him to his car way in the far corner of the parking lot. He must’ve parked there intending to find a one nighter. Priscilla followed a ways back. Greg was driving a PT Cruiser, but it was enough for him to maneuver for what he had planned. Why am I doing this? Why am I following this horny stranger to his car? He could have a gun in there or have some big monster-looking man in there waiting to kidnap me. Well, probably because I haven’t had sex in over two years and I’m as horny as he is right now, if not a bit more. Greg opened the door to the backseat and stepped inside. Oliver followed. At a loss for words, Oliver said, “Nice car.”

“Thanks I just got it a month ago. You wanna know the best part about this car?”

“What?”

"This." Greg reached under the seat and pulled a lever. The back to the seat laid back and Oliver laid stretched out on his back. Greg looked down at Oliver--the slender body, the cute face, the beautiful lips-- and bit his lip to keep from groaning. He crawled on top of Oliver and they started to kiss. Oliver unzipped his jacket and pulled it off his shoulders, while Greg set to work on his belt. He pulled his pants and briefs down his legs and started to blow the boy. Oliver bit his lower lip and tried to keep from coming off of the warm attention Greg’s mouth was giving him and the slurping and smacking sounds. It had been so long, Oliver was hoping he’d be able to hold off his climax until the end. When Greg started to speed up, Oliver covered his eyes with his forearm and drew in a hiss.

***

Priscilla was kneeling by the door of the car. I knew Oliver was hiding something in that sweet, boy-next door persona of his. She heard popping sounds and Oliver slipping out a long moan. Priscilla covered her mouth to keep from giggling too loud.

***

Oliver felt like he was going to lose it at any moment and the fact that he was thinking of his new football playing crush made it very likely to happen SOON. "Ah Bobby, Bobby, ah Bobby.” He found himself murmuring under his breath. The red-head finally stopped and Oliver looked down, hoping he didn’t hear him chanting Bobby’s name over and over. He crawled from between Oliver’s legs and reached in the dashboard for a condom. While Oliver put it on, Greg started to remove his shirt, jeans, and boxers, and slide a condom on his own shaft so their would be very little clean up afterwards. Too aroused to think about preparing himself, Greg immediately threw himself atop Oliver and sank himself around his stiff dick. Oliver was never the one to dominate during sex with Vincent, so the new experience shocked him. He placed his hands on Greg’s thighs and rubbed them gently up and down, while Greg bounced on top of him. He could feel is dick rub against a bump and Greg let out a moan. Oliver smiled. I know that feeling too well.

***

Priscilla could see Greg’s small car moving slightly due to the activities from inside. They are gonna burst these tires if they fuck any harder. She thought. She heard Greg screaming in ecstasy and Oliver's panting. She could feel herself getting slightly aroused at the voices. If I don’t get out of here, I’m gonna join’em. Priscilla got up and slowly walked away from the car.

***

Greg collapsed next to Oliver and they both tried to catch their breath. “Shit.” Greg panted smiling. “You’re the best sex I’ve had in a long time.”

Oliver looked over at the euphoric Greg and gave him a timid grin. “Thanks. I guess.” Oliver sat up and started cleaning himself up.

After he was dressed again, Oliver opened the door and a fresh, cool breeze brushed over his moist skin. What do you tell a guy after you’ve just finished having sex with him? See ya? It’s been fun? Damn, I shouldn’t have done this. “Goodbye, Greg.” Oliver said to the other boy who was still seated.

“Goodbye, Oliver.” Oliver shut the door and walked back to the football game.

***

As promised, Priscilla was waiting under the bleachers. She was smiling from ear to ear. “What’s with the big goofy grin?” He asked her.

“You got some, didn’t you?” Oliver blushed. “Don’t go turning red on me, you little minx. There’s a gloss to your skin and your hair is messed up.”

“What?” Oliver started brushing his hair back into place.

“No. No leave it. It looks good on you. It’s that bed-head look. Or in your case sex-head.” She started to laugh.

“Ha ha. Laugh it up.”

“Was it good though?”

“It was ok.”

Priscilla put her arm around him and squeezed him a little. “It wasn’t Bobby though, was it?”

Oliver smiled and shook his head. “No. It wasn’t.”

***

The game ended and the Wilmington Vikings ended up winning, with 28 to Danbrook’s 21. Despite their school’s loss, Oliver and Priscilla decided to go out to Rock-Ola anyway. After receiving their milkshakes and placing their orders, they both sat and talked. A few minutes after they arrived, Martin, AB, Philip, Willis, and Bobby walked in and took a booth three rows down from them.

“Hey, Priscilla!” Willis yelled.

Priscilla closed her eyes in disgust for a moment then turned around. “What?”

“Why don’t you come back here and sit with a real man.”

“You tell me where he is and I will.”

The guys laughed, which he didn’t really mind. But when he saw Oliver choke back a laugh, he got real pissed. “What the fuck are you laughing at Olive Oil?!” It was obvious he had a few drinks already before he got to the restaurant.

“Nothing.” Oliver answered.

“You damn right nothing.”

“Knock it of man.” Bobby chimed in.

“Stuff it, Bob! You’re the one who tried to be all buddy-buddy with the pecker head.”

“I told you not to call me Bob. And who I talk to is none of your damn business.” Bobby was getting pissed. The losing game was really making the players irritable. Oliver smiled at the thought that Bobby was defending him -sort of.

“So you’re siding with this bitch rather than us?” Willis asked. Priscilla reached over the table and grabbed Oliver’s hand protectively.

“Fuck you, Willis.”

“I'm serious, Bob.” Willis looked at Oliver, who had his head down. “Hey Olive Oil, you like all this attention you’re getting right now?!” He didn’t answer.

Martin decided to join in. “Answer the question you little cock sucker!”

Priscilla rubbed her thumb over Oliver’s hand and whispered, “Don’t answer them, Oli.”

“Don’t listen to her, Olive Oil!” Martin got up and walked to their table. “Listen to me.” Oliver never answered and never looked up from the table. Martin grabbed him by his jacket, pulled him to his feet, and slammed him down on the tabletop.

Priscilla let out a scream. “Stop it, Martin! You’re scaring him!”

“Scaring him or scaring you! Huh?! Shut up, stupid bitch!” Martin looked down at Oliver squirming on the table. Oliver could feel his breath leaving him. His breathing started to eradicate and he began to wheeze. He loved the rush he’d get when frightening people weaker than himself. Martin started to laugh. “Fuckin pansy.”

Just as the lack of air was causing him to start seeing spots, Oliver watched as Martin was suddenly shoved away from him. “What the hell man?!” The angry football player yelled. Oliver looked and saw Bobby reach down and grab his arms to help him up. He looked at Oliver and saw that his breathing wasn’t right.

“Hey man, you all right?” Oliver dropped down to his knees searching for air. “Priscilla, what’s wrong with him?” Bobby asked.

“I don’t know. It looks like he’s having an asthma attack.” Oliver nodded his head rapidly. Priscilla kneeled down to him. “Oli, where’s your inhaler?”

“Dash.......dashboard.” Oliver whispered so low that she could barely hear him. Priscilla raced outside to the car and found his inhaler.

When she returned, Oliver shook it and inhaled about four times before he captured his breath. By then, tears were running down his face; from one, embarrassment, and two, out of fear. Ever since Oliver was a little boy, he always had a fear that whenever he had an asthma attack, that it would kill him. “Are you okay, Oli?” Priscilla asked as she rubbed his back.

Oliver wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and nodded. “Yeah. I’m okay.”


TBC........R&R.