Danbrook's Angel
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,677
Reviews:
51
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
The following day was Saturday. Oliver spent it resting in bed, while Bobby spent the day sulking around the house. “I tell ya, it was that damn coach’s fault.” Skip Ardenay said. “If he was any REAL coach, he would’ve seen that Wilmington’s coach was playing the same play over and over again during the fourth quarter.” The family was sitting in the kitchen at the table. Bobby was slouched in his seat looking gloomily at the marble tile floor. “Don’t worry son,” his father started. “I’m sure this game won’t ruin your chances of getting a football scholarship. You’re too good a quarterback and team captain for college scouts to base you solely on last night’s game.”
Little do you know that’s not all I’m thinking about. Bobby thought. I wonder how Oliver is doing? He sat through some pretty harsh words at the restaurant. I’m sure it can’t be easy on him. It’s sad really; how he doesn’t have any friends, except Priscilla. To experience torture everyday, every second, just because you are who you are. I hope he didn’t think I was in on that whole show last night. I hope he knows that it was me that shoved Martin away from him. And I sure hope he doesn’t refuse to come over today and help me with my government terminology. I’d like to get to know the guy.
That afternoon -four o’clock exactly- there was a knock on the door. Bobby's mother, Pauline Ardenay, answered. “Hello.” she said smiling sweetly.
Wow. He looks just like her. He just has darker hair. “Hello, Mrs. Ardenay, I’m Oliver Pierce. Bobby wanted me to come over and help him with his government.”
“Of course. He was hoping you’d still come. Come on in, Oliver.” Pauline closed the door behind him and smiled as she caught him admiring the house.
“Your home is beautiful, Mrs. Ardenay.” Bobby lived in Cedar Springs; the best, richest, most wealthiest neighborhood in Danbrook. Their ceiling was over 10ft high, the floor was shining hardwood, the walls were painted in a very pale yellow with white trim, and the furniture was made of the best brown leather. But the house also smelled of seasoned meat and hot bread, so it made the luxurious house seem warm and welcoming, as well as beautiful.
Bobby’s mother placed a hand on Oliver’s shoulder. “Thank you very much, Oliver. And please, call me Pauline. We’re not formal here.”
The young man nodded. “Okay.”
Pauline escorted Oliver out of the foyer and into the living room. “Bobby should be down in a minute. I’ll go up and check on him. Have a seat.”
“Thank you.” Oliver sat on the brown leather sofa. His government book and a stack of notecards were in his hands. I can’t believe I’m in his house. Bobby Ardenay. One of the most popular guys in school! And he wants to be tutored by me--Olive Oil. Bobby could’ve asked anybody in that school to help him with his government, so why did he choose the least liked person in Danbrook? Hm, I wonder if he likes me. He must have SOME type of feelings for me if he keeps saving me from his jackass friends. Does he actually find me attractive or am I just a charity case? I wish I had a sign that would let me know if his feelings are more than just friendly. Wait, am I jumping the gun here? Shouldn't I just be glad he's even talking to me? I mean, it's not like I'm rolling in friends at Danbrook High. But I look at him and it's so hard resisting the urge to kiss him. And he has such gorgeous lips too. And face.......and hands.......and skin.......and voice......stop it, Oliver! You’ll give yourself a hard on and how will you explain that to Mrs. Ardenay, I mean Pauline?
Oliver looked out the doorway to the living room and saw Pauline walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. A few seconds later, Bobby walked down the stairs wearing baggy gray sweat pants and a black tank. His expression was blank, like he had a million things on his mind. Oliver stood. “Hello, Bobby. How are you doing?”
“To tell you the truth, I’ve been better. What about you? You scared the hel.......” Bobby looked over his shoulder, to see if his mother was looking. He forgot she was there. He does that to me every time! Bobby thought. “You scared the heck out of me last night.”
Oliver smiled. “I’m fine. It happens when I overexert myself. I’m sorry I scared you, Bobby.”
Bobby felt a bit unease when he heard Oliver speak his name. It sounded so sweet and innocent coming from his full rosy lips. I wonder how his voice sounds when he's aroused? Or what it would feel like to kiss his lips. WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING?!!
Bobby blinked and cleared his throat as he sat down. “Well, come on. Let’s get started.”
Just as Oliver sat down, Pauline walked in, carrying a tray with glasses of lemonade. “Before you two get started, I want to give you something to drink. Lemonade all right, Oliver?”
“Yes, Mam. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She walked out and Oliver took a sip of his lemonade before he took the rubberband off his notecards. “I always learn vocabulary words better when I use flashcards. Maybe it could work for you?”
Bobby shrugged. “No harm in trying.”
“Ok,” Oliver turned in the chair to face Bobby better. “I’ll go in the order the words are on the vocabulary list first, ok?”
“All right.”
“What’s the word for nonreligious?”
“Secular?” Oliver turned his flashcard around to show Bobby.
“Very good.” He put that card down between them and read another. “What clause states that Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion?”
“Ahhhhh.........”
“Think about it. What clause states that Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion?”
“Oh! Establishment clause.”
“Perfect. Just remember to look for keywords in the definition. It always sparks something in the brain to help give you the right answer. It helps me, anyway.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Bobby smiled at Oliver, but he didn’t realize just how little “friendly” it had meant to be and more flirtatious it actually was.
Oliver blushed. Oh dear. If this is my sign he's interested, then I’m gonna to take it. When Oliver spoke, his voice cracked alittle. “What......What is the censorship of information before it is published?”
“Aw man.” Bobby sighed. “Ahhhh......sequestered?”
Oliver turned the card around and it read: prior restraint.
“Oh great.” Bobby muttered. “This is not a good sign.”
“Nonsense. It was just your first wrong answer. Don’t murder yourself this early in the game. Don’t worry, you’ll get it. And I’ll help you.”
“My, aren’t you the optimistic one.”
Oliver smiled. “I have to be. Otherwise, I’d never survive high school.”
Bobby’s voice saddened. “Listen Oliver, I’m sorry about what the guys are doing to you. They are good friends REALLY. But they can be big jerks too.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”
“It feels like it is.”
“Well, it’s not. Actually, I should thank you for sticking up for me last night.”
“Think nothing of it. I know you’d probably do the same for me.”
Oliver smiled. “Yeah. I would. Now is the time to see if I'm just a charity case to him. "Um, could I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Why are you so nice to me? None of your friends speak to me, besides calling me names.”
“Because I hate what they are doing to you. Terrorizing someone for what they are is a terrible thing to do..."
So I'm a charity case.
"...But more than that, I want to be your friend.”
Oliver stopped breathing for a second. “You want to be my friend?”
“Yeah. You’re a nice guy.”
Oliver smiled. I'm NOT a charity case! He really likes me! “Thank you. That’s probably the best complement I’ve had since I moved here.”
***
Oliver helped Bobby study for an hour before they called it quits. When they finished, Bobby knew every vocabulary word by heart. Oliver was 100% sure he was ready for the test on Monday. When Oliver stood up to leave, Pauline walked in. “You guys finished?”
“Yes, Mam.”
“Well, the food is just about ready, would you like to stay for dinner, Oliver?”
“Ahhh....” Oliver glanced down at Bobby, who smiled. “Sure, Mrs., I mean Pauline.”
“Great. We’re having steak, mashed potatoes, salad, rolls, and I have a banana pudding in the refrigerator.”
Oliver smiled. Just hearing what she fixed was making his stomach growl. “Wow. I’m definitely staying now.”
Pauline laughed and patted his shoulder. “You’re a sweet boy, Oliver.” She looked at her son. “Bobby honey, I know you’re starving, you always are...” Oliver chuckled. “Just give me a few minutes okay? Why don’t you show Oliver your room or something until it’s done.”
Bobby nodded standing up. “All right. Come on, Oliver.”
Together Bobby and Oliver walked upstairs to his room. It’s twice the size of my room! Bobby saw him gawking at his large room and smiled. “I take it you like the room.”
“It’s glorious. You could fit three cars in here easy.”
Bobby laughed. “I might try that someday. Ever played air hockey?” Bobby asked pointing to his hockey table set up near the wall.
“No.”
“Come on, then. I’ll tutor you.” He smiled. He has perfect teeth. Oliver thought as he walked to the table. “Now, grab that joystick thingy and stand on one end of the table, while I stand at the other.”
“Ok. Now what?” Bobby placed a blue puck on the white surface. “I’m going to try to put this puck in your hole. You try and block me.” Now why did that sound sexual? Bobby shook his head to get out the dirty gutter his brain had suddenly fallen into.
Bobby hit the puck and it moved faster than Oliver thought and it slid into his hole. “Ohhhhhh. Ok. I get it now.” Oliver pointed at Bobby. “You’re not scoring again.”
“We’ll see.”
Oliver grabbed the puck and hit it across the table. They battled for a while before Bobby hit it and made the puck bounce off one side and slam into Oliver’s goal. “Damn it.” Oliver whispered.
“What’s the matter, Oliver? Can’t keep up?”
“Shut up.” Oliver hit the puck and started the game again. Bobby hit the puck fast and thought he’d scored again, but Oliver blocked the shot and sent it soaring across the table into Bobby’s goal. Oliver pointed at him and started laughing. “You thought you had me.”
Bobby’s face suddenly became inexpressive. “I will though.”
Oliver’s hand dropped and his laughing ceased. What does that suppose to mean?
Just then, they heard Pauline yell, “Foods done! Come on down!” The air was a bit uneasy between them. They were silent for a while until Bobby smiled slightly and started for the door.
“Let’s eat, Oliver.”
Short? Yes. Okay, I'll give you another.
The following day was Saturday. Oliver spent it resting in bed, while Bobby spent the day sulking around the house. “I tell ya, it was that damn coach’s fault.” Skip Ardenay said. “If he was any REAL coach, he would’ve seen that Wilmington’s coach was playing the same play over and over again during the fourth quarter.” The family was sitting in the kitchen at the table. Bobby was slouched in his seat looking gloomily at the marble tile floor. “Don’t worry son,” his father started. “I’m sure this game won’t ruin your chances of getting a football scholarship. You’re too good a quarterback and team captain for college scouts to base you solely on last night’s game.”
Little do you know that’s not all I’m thinking about. Bobby thought. I wonder how Oliver is doing? He sat through some pretty harsh words at the restaurant. I’m sure it can’t be easy on him. It’s sad really; how he doesn’t have any friends, except Priscilla. To experience torture everyday, every second, just because you are who you are. I hope he didn’t think I was in on that whole show last night. I hope he knows that it was me that shoved Martin away from him. And I sure hope he doesn’t refuse to come over today and help me with my government terminology. I’d like to get to know the guy.
That afternoon -four o’clock exactly- there was a knock on the door. Bobby's mother, Pauline Ardenay, answered. “Hello.” she said smiling sweetly.
Wow. He looks just like her. He just has darker hair. “Hello, Mrs. Ardenay, I’m Oliver Pierce. Bobby wanted me to come over and help him with his government.”
“Of course. He was hoping you’d still come. Come on in, Oliver.” Pauline closed the door behind him and smiled as she caught him admiring the house.
“Your home is beautiful, Mrs. Ardenay.” Bobby lived in Cedar Springs; the best, richest, most wealthiest neighborhood in Danbrook. Their ceiling was over 10ft high, the floor was shining hardwood, the walls were painted in a very pale yellow with white trim, and the furniture was made of the best brown leather. But the house also smelled of seasoned meat and hot bread, so it made the luxurious house seem warm and welcoming, as well as beautiful.
Bobby’s mother placed a hand on Oliver’s shoulder. “Thank you very much, Oliver. And please, call me Pauline. We’re not formal here.”
The young man nodded. “Okay.”
Pauline escorted Oliver out of the foyer and into the living room. “Bobby should be down in a minute. I’ll go up and check on him. Have a seat.”
“Thank you.” Oliver sat on the brown leather sofa. His government book and a stack of notecards were in his hands. I can’t believe I’m in his house. Bobby Ardenay. One of the most popular guys in school! And he wants to be tutored by me--Olive Oil. Bobby could’ve asked anybody in that school to help him with his government, so why did he choose the least liked person in Danbrook? Hm, I wonder if he likes me. He must have SOME type of feelings for me if he keeps saving me from his jackass friends. Does he actually find me attractive or am I just a charity case? I wish I had a sign that would let me know if his feelings are more than just friendly. Wait, am I jumping the gun here? Shouldn't I just be glad he's even talking to me? I mean, it's not like I'm rolling in friends at Danbrook High. But I look at him and it's so hard resisting the urge to kiss him. And he has such gorgeous lips too. And face.......and hands.......and skin.......and voice......stop it, Oliver! You’ll give yourself a hard on and how will you explain that to Mrs. Ardenay, I mean Pauline?
Oliver looked out the doorway to the living room and saw Pauline walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. A few seconds later, Bobby walked down the stairs wearing baggy gray sweat pants and a black tank. His expression was blank, like he had a million things on his mind. Oliver stood. “Hello, Bobby. How are you doing?”
“To tell you the truth, I’ve been better. What about you? You scared the hel.......” Bobby looked over his shoulder, to see if his mother was looking. He forgot she was there. He does that to me every time! Bobby thought. “You scared the heck out of me last night.”
Oliver smiled. “I’m fine. It happens when I overexert myself. I’m sorry I scared you, Bobby.”
Bobby felt a bit unease when he heard Oliver speak his name. It sounded so sweet and innocent coming from his full rosy lips. I wonder how his voice sounds when he's aroused? Or what it would feel like to kiss his lips. WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING?!!
Bobby blinked and cleared his throat as he sat down. “Well, come on. Let’s get started.”
Just as Oliver sat down, Pauline walked in, carrying a tray with glasses of lemonade. “Before you two get started, I want to give you something to drink. Lemonade all right, Oliver?”
“Yes, Mam. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She walked out and Oliver took a sip of his lemonade before he took the rubberband off his notecards. “I always learn vocabulary words better when I use flashcards. Maybe it could work for you?”
Bobby shrugged. “No harm in trying.”
“Ok,” Oliver turned in the chair to face Bobby better. “I’ll go in the order the words are on the vocabulary list first, ok?”
“All right.”
“What’s the word for nonreligious?”
“Secular?” Oliver turned his flashcard around to show Bobby.
“Very good.” He put that card down between them and read another. “What clause states that Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion?”
“Ahhhhh.........”
“Think about it. What clause states that Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion?”
“Oh! Establishment clause.”
“Perfect. Just remember to look for keywords in the definition. It always sparks something in the brain to help give you the right answer. It helps me, anyway.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Bobby smiled at Oliver, but he didn’t realize just how little “friendly” it had meant to be and more flirtatious it actually was.
Oliver blushed. Oh dear. If this is my sign he's interested, then I’m gonna to take it. When Oliver spoke, his voice cracked alittle. “What......What is the censorship of information before it is published?”
“Aw man.” Bobby sighed. “Ahhhh......sequestered?”
Oliver turned the card around and it read: prior restraint.
“Oh great.” Bobby muttered. “This is not a good sign.”
“Nonsense. It was just your first wrong answer. Don’t murder yourself this early in the game. Don’t worry, you’ll get it. And I’ll help you.”
“My, aren’t you the optimistic one.”
Oliver smiled. “I have to be. Otherwise, I’d never survive high school.”
Bobby’s voice saddened. “Listen Oliver, I’m sorry about what the guys are doing to you. They are good friends REALLY. But they can be big jerks too.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”
“It feels like it is.”
“Well, it’s not. Actually, I should thank you for sticking up for me last night.”
“Think nothing of it. I know you’d probably do the same for me.”
Oliver smiled. “Yeah. I would. Now is the time to see if I'm just a charity case to him. "Um, could I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Why are you so nice to me? None of your friends speak to me, besides calling me names.”
“Because I hate what they are doing to you. Terrorizing someone for what they are is a terrible thing to do..."
So I'm a charity case.
"...But more than that, I want to be your friend.”
Oliver stopped breathing for a second. “You want to be my friend?”
“Yeah. You’re a nice guy.”
Oliver smiled. I'm NOT a charity case! He really likes me! “Thank you. That’s probably the best complement I’ve had since I moved here.”
***
Oliver helped Bobby study for an hour before they called it quits. When they finished, Bobby knew every vocabulary word by heart. Oliver was 100% sure he was ready for the test on Monday. When Oliver stood up to leave, Pauline walked in. “You guys finished?”
“Yes, Mam.”
“Well, the food is just about ready, would you like to stay for dinner, Oliver?”
“Ahhh....” Oliver glanced down at Bobby, who smiled. “Sure, Mrs., I mean Pauline.”
“Great. We’re having steak, mashed potatoes, salad, rolls, and I have a banana pudding in the refrigerator.”
Oliver smiled. Just hearing what she fixed was making his stomach growl. “Wow. I’m definitely staying now.”
Pauline laughed and patted his shoulder. “You’re a sweet boy, Oliver.” She looked at her son. “Bobby honey, I know you’re starving, you always are...” Oliver chuckled. “Just give me a few minutes okay? Why don’t you show Oliver your room or something until it’s done.”
Bobby nodded standing up. “All right. Come on, Oliver.”
Together Bobby and Oliver walked upstairs to his room. It’s twice the size of my room! Bobby saw him gawking at his large room and smiled. “I take it you like the room.”
“It’s glorious. You could fit three cars in here easy.”
Bobby laughed. “I might try that someday. Ever played air hockey?” Bobby asked pointing to his hockey table set up near the wall.
“No.”
“Come on, then. I’ll tutor you.” He smiled. He has perfect teeth. Oliver thought as he walked to the table. “Now, grab that joystick thingy and stand on one end of the table, while I stand at the other.”
“Ok. Now what?” Bobby placed a blue puck on the white surface. “I’m going to try to put this puck in your hole. You try and block me.” Now why did that sound sexual? Bobby shook his head to get out the dirty gutter his brain had suddenly fallen into.
Bobby hit the puck and it moved faster than Oliver thought and it slid into his hole. “Ohhhhhh. Ok. I get it now.” Oliver pointed at Bobby. “You’re not scoring again.”
“We’ll see.”
Oliver grabbed the puck and hit it across the table. They battled for a while before Bobby hit it and made the puck bounce off one side and slam into Oliver’s goal. “Damn it.” Oliver whispered.
“What’s the matter, Oliver? Can’t keep up?”
“Shut up.” Oliver hit the puck and started the game again. Bobby hit the puck fast and thought he’d scored again, but Oliver blocked the shot and sent it soaring across the table into Bobby’s goal. Oliver pointed at him and started laughing. “You thought you had me.”
Bobby’s face suddenly became inexpressive. “I will though.”
Oliver’s hand dropped and his laughing ceased. What does that suppose to mean?
Just then, they heard Pauline yell, “Foods done! Come on down!” The air was a bit uneasy between them. They were silent for a while until Bobby smiled slightly and started for the door.
“Let’s eat, Oliver.”
Short? Yes. Okay, I'll give you another.