Another Jock Story
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Category:
Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
7,842
Reviews:
52
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.
Heaven then Hell
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(Gabriel’s POV)
When I got home that night I was feeling light hearted and happier than I have been in a long time. Actually, I have never felt this excited before. Never before had I felt this happy just by having a conversation with someone. I felt like I didn’t have to feel lonely anymore, and that felt like heaven.
My parents were still awake when I went into the house. After taking his eyes off the TV screen and looking briefly at me, dad got back to watching a talk show. If he was surprised to see me come back home late, he didn’t show it. My mother gave me a flicker of a smile then went back to reading her magazine as well. One would think that seeing as I never leave the house, especially at night, they would be surprised and ask me where I was, but from the looks of it, they were indifferent.
I mentally shrugged my shoulders, wished them both a good night and went up to my room. But I couldn’t sleep . I kept replaying the whole night in my head.
Even as I stepped into the house where the party took place, I was thinking I made a bad decision by coming. The place was so noisy and crowded and as I looked around the place I couldn’t find Adam. Then it occurred to me, that even though he was my only reason for coming here, he certainly came to the party to hang out with his friends and celebrate the victory. So, he was no doubt with his friends right now and the thought of joining him and standing awkwardly in the middle of a group of strangers made me so uncomfortable that I was about to turn around and leave when I spotted Chris coming my way, and for some reason he looked more upset than surprised. From his questions I felt that he didn’t like the fact that Adam and I were friends nor that I came to the party, like it was forbidden territory. And that made me a bit sad. Granted, Chris and I were never close, he didn’t really care about what I did, even at school we never had lunch together. We each evolved in our own circles. He was a jock, popular and all that, and I was just me. So I didn’t understand the displeasure and the accusation in his eyes. And before I left with Adam those eyes said that the conversation was far from over.
But I forgot all about that as the night went on. Adam was fun to be with, he is easy going, even though I felt he was a bit upset we I was talking to Chris, but maybe I was wrong. And he listened as I told him things I never told anyone before. Even though he didn’t say it, he made me feel that he preferred my company to being in the party, that I was interesting and fun to be with. Then he insisted on walking me home. It was funny to see him act so protective. I have never met someone who made me feel as though I was important to them, and the feeling was new and good. And he called me Gabe.
Gabe, I tried saying it aloud and I liked the way it sounded. I smiled as I thought about it. That was the last thing I thought before falling asleep.
The following morning was a Saturday. I didn’t have any homework to do, and the weather was good so I decided to go to a park not far from the house to enjoy the scenery, feed the ducks and catch up on some reading. As I was getting ready to leave, I heard a knock on my door and then Chris came in. That in itself was a surprise. It has been years since he came into my room. He looked a bit uncomfortable, and instead of talking he kept looking around the room. I decided not to say anything and wait for him to tell me the reason of his visit. But I had a feeling it was about last night.
Then he coughed and said : “ Hey”
I couldn’t hide an amused smile at the awkward greeting, it was a weird feeling to see your awn brother at a loss for words. The least I can say is that our “brotherhood” is very rusty, I thought.
“Good morning Chris”
“Yeah, morning” He repeated.
“Can I help you?” I decided to put him out of his misery.
“It’s nothing, really”, He fidgeted for a bit, “You surprised me yesterday by coming to the party.’
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.’Yeah, I was surprised myself.’ Or 'Why would you care?’ Or 'Should I have told you?’ It didn’t matter anymore. No answer was required as no question was asked. When he saw I wasn’t about to answer he carried on :
“I didn’t know you knew Davis.”
“Davis?”
“Adam.”
“Oh, well, I do.”
“You do what?” He asked puzzled.
“I do know him.”
“Are you going to tell me more.” He sounded impatient as though I was mocking him.
“Why do you want to know?”
“It’s obvious isn’t it?” He practically yelled.
“No, not to me.” I said honestly.
“Well, you have been on your own for your whole life and now you’re being buddies with the captain of the football team, you go to parties. You have to admit, it’s weird.”
“First, it’s not parties, just one. And what is wrong with having friends?”
“Gabriel, you’re different. He’s the captain of the team.” He said as though as it explained everything.
“So?”
“So? So, it’s weird. He’s the captain, and you ...”
“And I am? “ I urged him to go on.
“Well, you’re a nerd. So you can’t be friends.” He said simply.
I didn’t know what hurt the most. The way he said the word nerd or the way he thought it explained everything. I didn’t mind being called that, because I assumed it was because people didn’t know me. But to come from my own brother, it was like a knife twisted in my gut. And the way he said it, as though he was ashamed of me. If he really thinks I’m not worthy of being the captain’s friend, does this mean he thinks this low of me that he’s ashamed of being my brother. That hurt even more. I was so deep in thought that I was startled and jumped backwards when a hand landed on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry to tell you this, Gabriel”, he didn’t look sorry at all,” but I don’t want you to get hurt. There’s no way someone like Adam would want to be your friend. I’m thinking it’s just a bet he made or maybe he wants you to do his homework or something.”
The knife wouldn’t stop twisting inside of me, it was getting so hard to breath. All I wanted was to get away from this person, I was alright with him being indifferent to my existence, but to discover this whole new, cruel side of him was more than I could take.
Unaware of my turmoil, my tormentor finally turned away and before leaving said “That’s all I wanted to say, take care bro.”
Like a zombie, I left the house and let my feet lead me to the park. Outside the weather was beautiful, it was warm and the sun was bright. But inside, I was freezing, I was so cold, never felt this cold before. All I could see in my head was his face and the way he said what he said. I barely kept myself together until I reached my favorite place in the park. There, I collapsed on the grass and finally let all of my tears and my sorrow out.
I didn’t know how long I had been crying, all I knew was that I crying so hard that I was shaking all over, my head hurt a lot, I’m sure that I looked horrible, and maybe people are looking, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. All I knew was that my tears still won’t stop. That’s when I heard a voice coming from what felt like so far away : “Gabe !”.
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(Gabriel’s POV)
When I got home that night I was feeling light hearted and happier than I have been in a long time. Actually, I have never felt this excited before. Never before had I felt this happy just by having a conversation with someone. I felt like I didn’t have to feel lonely anymore, and that felt like heaven.
My parents were still awake when I went into the house. After taking his eyes off the TV screen and looking briefly at me, dad got back to watching a talk show. If he was surprised to see me come back home late, he didn’t show it. My mother gave me a flicker of a smile then went back to reading her magazine as well. One would think that seeing as I never leave the house, especially at night, they would be surprised and ask me where I was, but from the looks of it, they were indifferent.
I mentally shrugged my shoulders, wished them both a good night and went up to my room. But I couldn’t sleep . I kept replaying the whole night in my head.
Even as I stepped into the house where the party took place, I was thinking I made a bad decision by coming. The place was so noisy and crowded and as I looked around the place I couldn’t find Adam. Then it occurred to me, that even though he was my only reason for coming here, he certainly came to the party to hang out with his friends and celebrate the victory. So, he was no doubt with his friends right now and the thought of joining him and standing awkwardly in the middle of a group of strangers made me so uncomfortable that I was about to turn around and leave when I spotted Chris coming my way, and for some reason he looked more upset than surprised. From his questions I felt that he didn’t like the fact that Adam and I were friends nor that I came to the party, like it was forbidden territory. And that made me a bit sad. Granted, Chris and I were never close, he didn’t really care about what I did, even at school we never had lunch together. We each evolved in our own circles. He was a jock, popular and all that, and I was just me. So I didn’t understand the displeasure and the accusation in his eyes. And before I left with Adam those eyes said that the conversation was far from over.
But I forgot all about that as the night went on. Adam was fun to be with, he is easy going, even though I felt he was a bit upset we I was talking to Chris, but maybe I was wrong. And he listened as I told him things I never told anyone before. Even though he didn’t say it, he made me feel that he preferred my company to being in the party, that I was interesting and fun to be with. Then he insisted on walking me home. It was funny to see him act so protective. I have never met someone who made me feel as though I was important to them, and the feeling was new and good. And he called me Gabe.
Gabe, I tried saying it aloud and I liked the way it sounded. I smiled as I thought about it. That was the last thing I thought before falling asleep.
The following morning was a Saturday. I didn’t have any homework to do, and the weather was good so I decided to go to a park not far from the house to enjoy the scenery, feed the ducks and catch up on some reading. As I was getting ready to leave, I heard a knock on my door and then Chris came in. That in itself was a surprise. It has been years since he came into my room. He looked a bit uncomfortable, and instead of talking he kept looking around the room. I decided not to say anything and wait for him to tell me the reason of his visit. But I had a feeling it was about last night.
Then he coughed and said : “ Hey”
I couldn’t hide an amused smile at the awkward greeting, it was a weird feeling to see your awn brother at a loss for words. The least I can say is that our “brotherhood” is very rusty, I thought.
“Good morning Chris”
“Yeah, morning” He repeated.
“Can I help you?” I decided to put him out of his misery.
“It’s nothing, really”, He fidgeted for a bit, “You surprised me yesterday by coming to the party.’
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.’Yeah, I was surprised myself.’ Or 'Why would you care?’ Or 'Should I have told you?’ It didn’t matter anymore. No answer was required as no question was asked. When he saw I wasn’t about to answer he carried on :
“I didn’t know you knew Davis.”
“Davis?”
“Adam.”
“Oh, well, I do.”
“You do what?” He asked puzzled.
“I do know him.”
“Are you going to tell me more.” He sounded impatient as though I was mocking him.
“Why do you want to know?”
“It’s obvious isn’t it?” He practically yelled.
“No, not to me.” I said honestly.
“Well, you have been on your own for your whole life and now you’re being buddies with the captain of the football team, you go to parties. You have to admit, it’s weird.”
“First, it’s not parties, just one. And what is wrong with having friends?”
“Gabriel, you’re different. He’s the captain of the team.” He said as though as it explained everything.
“So?”
“So? So, it’s weird. He’s the captain, and you ...”
“And I am? “ I urged him to go on.
“Well, you’re a nerd. So you can’t be friends.” He said simply.
I didn’t know what hurt the most. The way he said the word nerd or the way he thought it explained everything. I didn’t mind being called that, because I assumed it was because people didn’t know me. But to come from my own brother, it was like a knife twisted in my gut. And the way he said it, as though he was ashamed of me. If he really thinks I’m not worthy of being the captain’s friend, does this mean he thinks this low of me that he’s ashamed of being my brother. That hurt even more. I was so deep in thought that I was startled and jumped backwards when a hand landed on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry to tell you this, Gabriel”, he didn’t look sorry at all,” but I don’t want you to get hurt. There’s no way someone like Adam would want to be your friend. I’m thinking it’s just a bet he made or maybe he wants you to do his homework or something.”
The knife wouldn’t stop twisting inside of me, it was getting so hard to breath. All I wanted was to get away from this person, I was alright with him being indifferent to my existence, but to discover this whole new, cruel side of him was more than I could take.
Unaware of my turmoil, my tormentor finally turned away and before leaving said “That’s all I wanted to say, take care bro.”
Like a zombie, I left the house and let my feet lead me to the park. Outside the weather was beautiful, it was warm and the sun was bright. But inside, I was freezing, I was so cold, never felt this cold before. All I could see in my head was his face and the way he said what he said. I barely kept myself together until I reached my favorite place in the park. There, I collapsed on the grass and finally let all of my tears and my sorrow out.
I didn’t know how long I had been crying, all I knew was that I crying so hard that I was shaking all over, my head hurt a lot, I’m sure that I looked horrible, and maybe people are looking, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. All I knew was that my tears still won’t stop. That’s when I heard a voice coming from what felt like so far away : “Gabe !”.
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