Little Ray of Sunshine

A/N: 1,000 hits, kthxkids.

Had 200+ hits in the span of 1 hour.

I feel accomplished.



You all know a little part of you fangirls over Julian.





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You know those moments where you just want the Earth to open up a random, gaping black hole and suck you into it? Yeah. This is one of those moments.



Shaun hasn’t noticed me yet, and it’s a damn good thing. I’m panicking. No one else seems to notice the fact that I’m having trouble passing air through my lungs, probably because I’m a master at disguising my emotions.



--… Haha. Right.



I need to think of a plan, quick. Maybe I can pull a Dragon Ball Z and instant transmission back to my place?



Maybe I should stop watching anime.



Instead, I stand up and finish my beer, tugging at my beanie a bit and adjusting my glasses; “Sorry to bust on you like this, Jake. I gotta get home and do shit for the parents.”



Jake nodded, in complete understanding. Did I really just lie that easily? Did I really just get out of a near-death experience?



Thinking that yes, I’m out of the clear, I casually walk by Shaun and start up the stairs. My palms are sweaty and it’s still hard to breathe – a hand grasping my forearm stops me on the second step from the bottom, and I turn to see Shaun as the owner of said fingers gripping me, an odd expression on his face.



“Who are you?”



Shit.



God damn it, mother fucking shit.



“Uh-,”



“Justin.” Jake covered. Oh God. I love you Jake. Marry me now. “He’s new.”



I gave a weak smile, keeping my head lowered in an awkward way, trying to convey shyness. I was really about to piss my pants.



“Oh. See ya.”



He released my arm, and I bolted up the stairs faster than I should have, my book bag making it a bit hard. Though once I was outside, I breathed a sigh of relief and started walking back to the school, where my truck was parked. The sun was shining, and it wasn’t hot – it was barely Spring – but the rays of the damn star were making my head really, really hot. Especially since my hair was tucked under the material of the BLACK BEANIE. Huffing, I nearly ran to the parking lot, waiting to get into the truck before tossing my glasses into the passenger seat, along with the beanie and my book bag.



Freedom! Well, except for this sweatshirt, but I could live through a five minute drive with it on. Starting up the truck and making my way out of the parking lot, I finally breathed easily as I slowed to a stop at the stop light.



I had just almost got caught red-handed with Shaun.



I bit my lip, my eyes watering a bit. How the Hell did Shaun end up being behind everything? Was Jake an asshole to me because Shaun was paying him? Not only that, me and Shaun had sex (more than one time, mind you), and that is definitely when I’m most vulnerable. I will say and do anything in the heat of the moment; had Shaun really taken advantage of me that badly? I can’t ever remember him even treating me with the littlest bit of malice.



I rested my elbow on the window ledge of the door, tilting my head to rest my cheek in my palm as I drove. I’m a pro at driving a stick-shift one-handed.



I just can’t believe it. How could this happen right beneath my nose? Three years of hierarchy was just pulled out from beneath my feet by a kid that I thought was a nobody. The only kid that didn’t give a rat’s ass who I was, or what my status was in the school.



He said he didn’t know who I was! He was my only fucking friend (aside from Colby, that bastard) after Jake took over.



But I just didn’t see how Shaun could benefit from this. What would he get out of taking the school out from underneath me? He didn’t take over, Jake did.



I just… can’t wrap my brain around this shit.



As I pulled into the driveway, I decided to get down to the bottom of this.



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Shaun seemed a bit surprised when he opened the door. I was smiling brightly, on his steps in a pair of torn jeans and a sleeveless plain black shirt. I grinned and pushed him inside, kicking the door shut, asking if his parents were home.



“Er, no, but-,”



“Good.”



I grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and slammed him against the door, pressing my lips to his furiously. Yeah, he was going to feel my anger.



“Mmmf!” Though initially shocked at my roughness, Shaun returned the kiss as I shoved my hands up and under his shirt, nails scraping against his skin violently. The whimper that I swallowed was delicious, making a heat surge through my lower belly and scorch my tail bone.



He arched against my fingers, his skin fraying a bit and getting caught under my nails. I don’t care if I’m drawing blood. I don’t care if this hurts him. I won’t directly confront him about what happened today, that’d be obvious. I need to get into it a bit more, find out motives and all that good stuff. I’m a spy, remember?



Another whimper reached my ears as my nails scraped over a pert nipple, and it didn’t take long for us to fumble our way back to his bedroom, ridding ourselves of our clothes on our way. The good thing about Shaun, is that he never questioned me. He may be the reason that my life is spiraling downwards right now, but at least he was an obedient fuck. And that’s what I need right now. Just a submissive, ‘yes sir’, bitch.



Panting and naked on the bed, I didn’t even bother finding a condom, or lube, like we usually did. No matter how hurried we seemed to be I always made sure to keep it clean – but at this point, I didn’t care. We were both disease free and I wasn’t planning on getting AIDS but I was way too frustrated to think about anything other than nailing this whore into his own bed.



“Nh, Julian…~” He keened and whined and whimpered like a beaten puppy - … if puppies were being pleasured while curb stomped.



I pressed his knees to his chest and forced the head of my shaft into his entrance roughly, not even warning him. The cry of pain that left his lips just fueled me further, and with each moan of despair I inched further and further inside. It was like fucking a PVC pipe with a hot sponge glued to the walls; incredibly tight, warm, and so constricting it almost hurt. I loved it. He wailed and I paused only for a moment – again, to act like I cared – and when the whimpers left his throat I pulled out and viciously slammed back in. Liquid was dampening my pelvis and I could only imagine that it’s blood; his legs wrapped around my waist and his ankles locked, keeping me close to him.



The kiss he planted on my lips lasted briefly; I need to stay detached. I broke away and bit at his bottom lip, I was fucking him like an animal on Viagra – I buried my face in the crook of his neck and bit possessively at his skin, making sure to leave a dark, bloody bruise with my lips and teeth. I hadn’t felt this alive during sex in some time.



I read somewhere that having angry sex is good, and bad for a person at the same time. Well, bad for the person on the receiving end…



It wasn’t long before the body beneath me was abused beyond repair. I think Shaun orgasmed three times, and I was still going, staving off my first. I could not, and would not come, until the wretch beneath me begged for mercy. And it seemed like it was going to come soon.



“Julian… Julian…” it was like a fucking broken record, his voice high-pitched and his lungs unable to catch his own breath.



Say it.



“It… Nhhh…”



Tell me, fuckface.



“Ahh… Julian…”



My thrusts became harder and more violent, and at this point I had him on his hands and knees. His chest was pressing into the mattress with the force of my movements, his face buried into his pillow, turning to the side occasionally to draw in ragged breaths.



“Hurts…”



I gripped his hips harder, making sure that thumb prints would be visible on the pale skin. Yes, yes, say it again!



“Stop, Julian…”



How does it feel to be defiled? To be treated badly? His whimpers were music to my ears as I finally felt my orgasm build up and threaten to release. Pulling out of his abused canal I jerked a few times before I sprayed myself onto his lower back, hissing and biting my lips to suppress the satisfied groan I knew would leave them. Shaun had stopped his wriggling and collapsed in a sweaty, bloody, cum-covered heap on his sheets, and I stood to air myself out.



I glanced over at him briefly, meeting his honey eyes with my emerald. A brief exchange passed; no words were spoken, but he knew I was getting back at him for something. And for a moment, sadness and grief passed over the blond’s expression.



I gathered my clothes and left before I could think about it.



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I had only been home about ten minutes before my phone rang.



Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands together. Let’s party everybody-



Not bothering to check the ID, I pressed ‘answer’ and held the phone up to my ear, laying back on my bed and tossing my baseball up into the air and catching it in one hand.



“Yoboseyo.”



“Hey…”



I frowned. When did Shaun get my number? … He could have got it from Jake, who could have got it from Colby, who is my best friend – conniving bastards!



“Hi.” I said shortly, throwing the ball so hard in my frustration that I hit the ceiling and chipped the paint a bit, some flakes falling down and landing on my face. I squinted and sputtered, sitting up and brushing them off, waiting for Shaun to talk.



And of course thinking of ways to plot against Jake and Colby and anyone else that has my phone number that could possibly be in contact with Shaun.



“I…” I could hear the hesitation in his voice, as if he were debating on what to say.



“Make it quick, I don’t have minutes.” Lies. I have unlimited any time minutes.



A deep breath, and Shaun started to talk. With each word, I could hear my heart beat slowing down.



“I… you’re my only friend, Julian…”



… What? I blinked, sitting up straighter and silencing everything in my room so I could hear Shaun speak.



“I guess I just get jealous sometimes, of everyone else that likes you… and that you pay attention to…”



He seemed genuine. And creepy.



“I guess I just don’t want to be a sex toy for you, I want to be more than that.”



It sounded as though he was putting his tonsils through a meat grinder.



“I got really jealous, after the first day you actually paid attention to me. I… I wanted to find a way to get you all to myself.”



That’s it. I snapped.



“So you took away my friends and my dignity!?” I barked, gripping the phone so hard my knuckles surely were turning white. “You almost made my best friend never talk to me again. You fucker! I can’t believe you could go so low as to rip my life away from me just so we could be ‘friends’ or whatever the fuck you want to call it. Just fuck off!”



I pressed the ‘end’ button and threw my phone across the room, flopping back on my bed. What a retard! How can someone be so delusional to think that they could control someone’s personal life and public affairs just to keep them self happy?! I grunted into my pillow, and then ran that last thought over in my head again.



I…



Oh God.



How could I be so fucking demented?



I must be the world’s biggest hypocrite.



Someone shoot me before I do it myself.



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At school, I didn’t bother to dress up as ‘Justin’. Fuck it all. I’d ruined people’s lives, and now that mine was ruined, I was suddenly the most depressed person in the world with the worst problems? I didn’t ever used to think that I could be such a selfish bastard, but I guess it took a lot to get me to see the obvious.



Even Colby had tried to tell me. But would I listen? Nah. Fuck listening to him, right? Well. Fuck me. Apparently I’m the biggest jerk in the world.



Jake and his friends were sitting at the usual table, and gawked at me when I stood by them for a moment without speaking.



“What?” Jake finally said, the remnants of the chill person I met yesterday completely gone.



I huffed. “You got paid, you don’t need to be a bastard to be anymore.” All of a sudden, I had renewed confidence. How could people believe someone that was such a big liar and a fake? At least I was real to them.



He blinked, and I could see the guilt in his eyes. “Who said I need to be paid to not like you? You’re a bitch.”



“And you’re a low, incompetent snitch.” I glared wholeheartedly, and turned up my nose. “By the end of the week, the school will be mine. Once and for all.”



I stalked away from the table, and the people that had heard were murmuring and whispering. I smiled to myself.



Yes.



I will take this school back. And I’ll take everyone with me. Including Jake and Shaun.



Oh yes.



They’re at the top of my list.



Just watch, world. Julian is back with a vengeance.



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A/N: Can anyone see that I had difficulty with this chapter, albeit the rape scene? I can. RAISE YOUR HAND CAMUI, YOU FAIL.



Fghghghghg. I was tired of emo, non-king Julian, roflroflrofl. Maybe the next chapter will be filled with moar stuff?

This is the first chapter I’ve written when I haven’t been high on something. Maybe that’s why it sucked.



Review anyway.