We Could Not Meet

AN: Okay, guys. I am SO, SO, SO sorry for not updating sooner. It's been a crazy couple of weeks. It seems every time I get to sit down with some free time, I have to get up and do something. This chapter only exists because I got bored in one of my classes. Sorry it's short. And I'd love more reviews, people!

To my reviewer:

Kolgrim, I'm so glad you like it! You're one of my favorite Authors on here. ^_^ (Everyone should read Kolgrim's Silent!) Thanks for reviewing, I like to know what people thing. I haven't really decided much about Olivia, but I think that she will become a big part of it. Along with Charlie and Daniel. What can I say, 'Daniel' just always seems evil to me.

REVIEW, PEOPLE! Please? Hope you like it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lucas’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a school day—a Monday to be more exact, and so far, it had been as mundane as ever. Sure, I had not even been dropped off at school yet, but it was just one of those days. I let myself get lost in thought on the fifteen minute car ride.

At my schools, I had always been the butt of jokes and insults, but it was not until this year that the bullying had turned physical. At first it was nothing major, a foot in an aisle or a shove in a hallway—things that could easily be chalked up to ‘accidents’. Those I could shrug off, as well as being called ‘fag’, ‘mama’s boy’, and ‘angel’, among others that I had been called since elementary school. When I was younger, it did not really make sense to me, I could not figure out why I was being teased; now I know it is because of my appearance. Well, that was the problem now, I am still not sure of why they teased me as a child.

In school, I had few friends, and the ones I had were not the sort to invite me over—or to be invited over. I think that was part of the reason my mother worried so much about me. As far as she could tell, my “friends” could be made up. Most of my free time was spent studying, reading, or walking in my neighborhood. After the discovery of Lucas and me kissing, my mother put a stop to walking in the park with my black lab unless she escorted me.

I was drawn out of my thoughts as my mother stopped the car at the school. I hopped out, cheeks instantly flushing in embarrassment at the fact that my mother still insisted on driving me to school. I had my license, I had gotten it at sixteen, but since we only owned one car, she used it to get to work.

The kids left me well enough alone until lunch time; I was fairly relieved at that because the last bruises were still healing. However, my relief was short lived when Charlie, the person who bullied me the most, came up to me. I was already in line for the subs and he pushed in front of me, his friend Daniel getting behind me. I said nothing, just waiting to purchase my food—talking just made them more upset.

Once I had gotten my food, I moved away. I caught the beginning of something they were saying. They were talking about me, but I knew better than to let them catch me eavesdropping, so I hurried off, annoyed at my own cowardice. I ate quickly, wanting to get away from the crowded cafeteria and into the relative safety of the hallway.

I got my things from my locker for the next class when I finally managed to slip out. After packing my book bag, I headed for the nearest restroom. I slipped into a stall; I was a bit too shy for urinals. While in said stall, I heard the door open and someone enter. I did not think much of it until I emerged to see Daniel standing near the door. As soon as I was completely out, he turned and locked it. My attention was on Daniel and I did not notice Charlie moving in behind me.

I turned, intent on locking myself back in the stall, but Charlie was in my way. I stumbled back in surprise, Daniel’s arms wrapping around my own, twisting them sharply in a way to keep me from getting free. I yelped in pain—I was not exactly pain tolerant—but it was silenced by Charlie’s sweaty hand clapping over my mouth. I stopped fighting them, eyes wide with fear.

I could not help but wonder what they were going to do. It could not be a simple beating or they would not have bothered to wait until I was alone in the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, vaguely noting how pale I was as I realized what was happening. Charlie’s triumphant smirk confirmed my suspicion. ‘Fuck’ was the only thought in my mind as he advanced.

He leaned forward, hissing in my ear, “Fag, we’re gonna make good use of your skills…” he let the statement hang, stepping back and nodding to his partner in crime. Pain shot up my leg when Daniel’s shoe hit the back of my knee, forcing me to knee on the ground as intended. I could not help but look down, wishing Azrael was here to save me, but I knew he could not be here. Head bowed, I only heard the sound of Charlie’s belt being unbuckled, followed by the familiar sound of a zipper being pulled down. Seconds later, I could see the other’s jeans and boxers pooling around his feet.

“Look up,” he demanded. Daniel’s hand laced into my hair, grasping close to my scalp and pulling up sharply, when I did not obey him. My mouth opened in a silent cry as my head was held in that position. I heard Charlie chuckle, presumably at my position before directing me to stay that way. I immediately closed my mouth which earned me a violent slap in the face. He directed Daniel to hold my mouth open, and ever the faithful goon, he obeyed.

Grabbing my jaw with his free hand, he forced my mouth open while Charlie informed me that if I bit him, he would cut my balls off. I was not sure if I believed the threat, but I was not stupid enough to risk it. Without much difficulty, Charlie’s cock invaded my mouth and he immediately began to thrust hard, forcing me to gag as it hit the back of my throat. I do not know when I started crying, but I felt the tears run down my cheeks, mind clouding as I tried to block out the humiliation and pain.

Eventually, he pulled out. My eyes flickered open, only to see Charlie stroking his cock a few times. I shut my eyes again, realizing it was not over, just before I felt hot seed on my face. Finished, he zipped up his pants and washing his hands. I listened with horror as he walked towards his previously forgotten book bag, directing Daniel to hold me still.

I could feel his warm cum on my face and fought the urge to vomit. I refused to open my eyes, until Daniel commanded, using the heel of his foot against my knee as incentive. Still crying, I obeyed. My eyes widened in horror when I saw the Polaroid camera in Charlie’s hand. He snapped a picture, pulling out the picture and setting it on the nearby counter. He repeated the action several times until he had five pictures of me. He took the first off the counter, showing me my cum-splattered face and the tear streaks that temporarily stained my cheeks.

Done with their humiliation, Daniel released me with a shove. They unlocked the door, Daniel slipping out and Charlie pausing long enough to call back to me over his shoulder, “Tomorrow, it’s your ass,” then, they were gone.

I stayed there for a moment before rising quickly, locking the door once more. I grabbed some paper towels, wiping of my face as I moved to a toilet, losing my lunch. I flushed before moving back to the sink, washing my face well. It did not matter to me that the bell had run, signaling the beginning of classes. I was not going to the rest of my classes. I was quiet as I slipped out of the bathroom, still feeling sick as I went to the office. It was not hard to get excused.

Rather than going home, I headed for Azrael’s home. I knew he would be annoyed that I came in the middle of the day—until he realized I was skipping school.