Brit Valentine

First and foremost, I want to say thank you to naviarex and Kryst Sutures for the very lovely reviews. I can't even thank you both enough. It's so nice to hear comments on my story. I'm glad people like it. So thankyouthankyouthankyou and I hope you keep reading.

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When Jayce dropped off Brit, Twitch was waiting for him at the front door.

"You haven't been going to school for a week!" Twitch was furiously angry and had been pacing and pulling at his long bright red hair.

"You're quick reflexes are weakening, Twitch. I may start to get worried." Brit smirked as he continued walking towards the house.

"If I knew you weren't going to school, I wouldn't have taken you to get that tattoo!"

"So did Hayden ask about where I've been? She seems to be doing that a lot lately, asking about me?" Brit smirked as he passed by Twitch and entered the house. He put his coat, hat, gloves, and bag all on two different hooks on their coat rack.

"No, the school called, asking if they should mail something to the house so you can stay up with your classmates."

"Oh whatever." Twitch followed Brit through the house. "I'm smarter than half my teachers anyway."

"It doesn't matter! Go to school."

"What's in it for me?" Brit looked over his shoulder back at Twitch as he entered the kitchen.

"Dad will give you his credit card and you can go buy whatever clothes and makeup you want." Twitch looked at the ceiling as if deciding what would be better; promising to drive him to the mall or promising him his Dad's credit card.

"If I go to school for how long?" Brit poured a glass of ice water.

"The rest of the school year." Twitch crossed his arms and tapped his chin.

Brit weighed the possibilites in his head. "Hmm, deal." With that, Brit walked upstairs and got ready for his beauty sleep.

The next day at school, no one bothered Brit except for in language arts. Hayden sat beside him and started talking to him. When he didn't pay attention to her after the third time she called his name, she touched his shoulder. Brit smacked her hand as if he was expecting it, never looking away from his book.

Without turning his head to see her shocked face, he spoke, "I hate filthy girls." A minute later she was in the bathroom bawling. When she called Twitch he explained to her that Brit doesn't discriminate. Every girl is filthy. The minute she turns 18, she is less filthy and a possible aquaintence of Brit's, but it is still very difficult. When she turns 21, however, she is Brit's new best friend, so he can go to parties and get drunk. In Brit's case, everything in his life goes back to how it will help him.

The teacher was fifteen minutes late, not like Brit was counting. He was texting Colton. Finally, after fifteen minutes the principal came in and said she wouldn't be coming. Brit rolled his eyes. 'No duh,' he thought disappointed in the school system. He sent different people to different classes. He sent Brit and 3 others to the debate class. How ironic, they were debating about homosexuality.

"Ok, you two on the left are against it. And you two on the right are for it." Brit and the school's star quarterback were on the left.

When it was Brit's turn the person across the room from him began babbling. He was obviously actually on the debate team and he was spouting things about how gay people should have the same rights as straight people because at the end of the day, we're all people.

"Ok, it's your turn, defender." The teacher spoke without looking up from her clipboard. Brit knew she was scoring his argument.

"Defend? Look at me." Brit twirled for her with his right arm in the air. With his turn completed, he snapped and walked over to the other side of the room.

"Ok, you swap with somebody. Next person on the defending team."

"Gay people shouldn't have rights. They go against the will of God. And look at him, he's obviously messed up in the head." The star quarterback of the very successful football team was talking about Brit. "God prohibits a man and a woman to be wed. Yeah, he looks like a girl, but that doesn't mean he can marry another dude."

"Is that why you stare at me? You think I look girly?" Brit interrupted.

"Shut up you fucking faggot! I'm talking!"

"Then finish talking! If faggots are so gross, don't pay attention to me. Although, I'm better than you because you can't even ignore faggots and I can ignore everyone. Why aren't you so tough after all? You act like you can do some damage but you're just a pussy. Ignore me, make me feel worthless. Try it. I bet you can't do it." Brit sat down and stared at him.

"Brit! Shut up! It's not your turn." The teacher tried to control the class but it wasn't working. Everyone was already gossiping and making up rumors about Brit's little "outburst".

"Go suck a dick you stupid little fucker!"

"Come up with better comebacks before you pick fights with me, sweetie." Brit looked at his nails and waited for him to do something. Nothing happened. The bell rang and Brit was one of the first out the door, disgusted with the student body.

On his way to his next class, some guy Brit had never seen before wrapped his arm around Brit's neck and dragged him into the boys bathroom.

"You're going to pay for the shit you pulled in there!" The star quarterback paced in the boys bathroom. He was pretending to be mad but Brit could see his hard on. While the kidnapper held Brit, another guy, who was also in the bathroom pretending to be angry, tied Brit's hands behind his back.

"Oh? If you hit me, I'll sue you. My mom is a very successful lawyer and she will win. If you stick your dick in my mouth, I'll bite it. Who will really have to pay?"

"Colton says you can deep throat anything." The quarterback moaned as he unzipped his pants.

"You have to get it in first, dumb cunt." The quarterback grabbed Brit's hair and shoved him against the wall and pushed him down onto his knees while he touched himself. When he placed it in front of Brit, he bit it. The guy that tied Brit's hands hit him in the side of the head as if that would change Brit's mind.

"Open your mouth you fucking faggot!"

"Oh, who's the faggot now quarterback?" Brit knew the quarterback cared what Brit thought too much to realize when Brit spoke, he wouldn't be able to close his mouth fast enough to dodge the meat in front of him.

"You're the only one they like better than me, but I am better than you! You stupid son of a bitch!"

"I am a Goddamn son of a bitch. I'm a fucking faggot who hates every person that walks through this school, but they love me. Everybody stops and stares and watches me walk down the hallway. People love me." Brit laughed and the friend hit him again and stuck a finger in Brit's mouth. Brit bit it but the quarterback noticed and shoved his dick in. He was rough, but Brit didn't cough or choke. He couldn't remember how many blowjobs he'd given. His body just reacted and adjusted itself when something like that went in his mouth. Brit didn't suck though. He just looked up at the quarterback waiting for him to get bored. Just cause it was in didn't mean Brit had to suck it.

"I fucking hate you! Suck it!"

Brit licked it to slick it up so it wouldn't be so uncomfortable. The quarterback thought he was something special because he was ten inches and he didn't think Brit could deep throat it. Brit didn't care what he thought. He could deep throat 12. While Brit sat there with his dick in his mouth, he thought about the people he would have to get in touch with again to get revenge. The only good thing about this was that Brit didn't have to go to class now, and the quarterback shaved.

"Suck it, you idiot!" The friend seemed to be better at forced blowjobs than the quarterback. He grabbed Brit's hair and pulled him up and down his dick.

"Dude, whatever, I can handle it." The quarterback took his handful of Brit's hair and pulled him all the way to the base.

Brit knew it wasn't really ten inches. As he sat there with the dick down his throat he finally reached the dinky little knife he carried in his back pocket and began cutting whatever shit they used to tie his hands together. When his hands were free he quickly stabbed the quarterbacks thigh with said knife. As the quarterback fell over in pain, his two friends ran to his side as he started crying like a baby. Brit wiped the blood off the knife and left the boys bathroom. He walked straight to Colton's house.

"I need to talk to you." Brit stated as he walked into Colton's photoshoot.

"Sit down Brit, I'll be with you in ten minutes." Colton said as he never looked away from his camera. With a model that pretty, Brit wouldn't either. Brit knew who he was too. He was an Atlanta based model, Cameron something. He looked directly at Brit but was still posing. Colton said with a big smile on his face that that was the shot. He hugged Cameron thanking him for flying out here and all those nice things people say to each other. Cameron was nice back, saying thank you as well and that they would be in touch. Cameron walked over to Brit and handed him a card.

"Call me before I leave." Cameron kissed his cheek, touched his thigh, and walked out of Colton's house.

"What's up?" Colton walked over nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets.

"I stabbed the star quarterback." Brit spoke as he watched himself twiddling his thumbs.

Colton blinked twice and shook his head. "You did what? Why?"

"Somebody told him I could deep throat anything." Brit stopped twiddling while he said that. "And when he insulted me in this fucking debate we were forced to do, I insulted him back. So after the debate, I guess he raped me. He stuck his dick in my mouth. And once I could cut that shit they put around my wrists, I stabbed his leg. He'll be fine, it was just this dinky ass thing." Brit looked at it in the light. "But I need it gone. And I have to go run some errands, but I wanted you to know what happened. And maybe next time you go blabbing about me, you'll do it with someone who will be more experienced and will check for pocket-knives."

Colton was crying. He stood over Brit and held him. "I thought he was really going to accept it. So I got really excited... I'm so sorry, Brit, I love you. I never wanted this to happen."

"You never wanted me to experience a forced blowjob or him to get stabbed by a pocket-knife?" Brit pushed Colton away.

When Brit got to the door to leave, Colton ran after him. "Why don't you love me?" His grip was tight on Brit's arm.

"Because I hate everyone." Brit smiled and wiped away the tears on Colton's face. He pecked the taller boys lips while Colton gently slid his hand down Brit's arm before the distance grew between them. The smile refused to leave Colton's face.