Hell School
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Adult +
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Hell School
I wrote this due to one of my friends tell me to...well, demanding me to. I have never written anything before. This was written at around five in the morning and I was very sleepy. It's just a short story and I doubt it's very good, sorry, first time writing a story.
Hell School
An excited tangle of conversations filled the air as dark haired male stood staring up at a plain white sign that read "Welcome to hell, proceed this way." Followed by and arrow. The hell part was spray painted in by a somewhat talented artist, it almost looked like it was meant to be there. Averting his gaze off the sign and into the sea of people, he proceeded as the sign told him to. Too hell. Or, more formally known as, school.
He shoved his timetable hurriedly into him pocket, screwing it up as he did so and stared at the plain oak door, taking a deep breath he swung the door open
and stepped inside, peering at the class, and with out so much as a welcome he went and took a seat, he was shy to say the least. Thick waves of hair swung over his eyes, the messy strands were what the doctors called 'dirty blond' but there was nothing blond about them. He aimed his vibrant green eyes at the old fashioned chalk board and began to read, thin lips mouthing the words silently. "You're new right?" Whispered a boy sat behind him, making him jump. He turned round and stared at the boy, he had light Blond hair that, like his own, covered his eyes, and would look almost emo if it wasn't for the disarming cowboy hat perched awkwardly on his head. His top was also rather...ex centric, so to speak, but suited him none the less, despite being a bright shade of yellow. "Ummm, yeah, I'm Mathew," He spoke timidly, feeling a warm glow spreading across his cheeks as he blushed. The other male was rather pretty, not handsome, no, too be handsome you need to have a rather manly attraction to you that this boy simply did not posses, everything about him screamed 'Beat me up, I'm a gay dancer.' The boy nodded, sending his hat slightly eschew, and whispered "I'm James, call me Jamesy if you like." Matt could feel Jamesy's breath tickling his ear, making him shudder slightly. Smiling politely, he turned back around and continued to read. Suddenly a sharp surprised gasp escaped his lips as long slender fingers crept up his thigh, he quickly pushed the hand off his leg and shot James, whom was the owner of the hand, a confused and disgusted look, only to get a smirk (which took ever so well to James's wide lips)
back in response.
As Matt was shoved threw the corridor of boisterous teenagers, all cramped together, squeezing desperately and impatiently threw the crowd trying to reach their destination, or, in some cases, just trying to show off how many people they could shove past in so little time, he stumbled over one of the boys that had tripped and fallen under the viscous circumstances, and began falling backward, the crowd still forcing him along until he found a thinning of the ruckus, and began to fall, still not having regained his balance. As he lay on the ground, groaning displeased, a face appeared in front of him, Jamesy's face, grinning ear to ear as he stretched out s long thin arm to offer Mathew some help to regain an upright position. Mathew accepted, grabbing his hand and allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. He stared at the ground to avoid eye contact, Jamesy had light blue eyes, once they found you, wouldn't look away; this could be quite unnerving for anyone, let alone someone as reserved as Matt. As Jamesy pulled him up Matt felt an arm slip around his back, and soon found himself pressed up against the others warm inviting body. Before he had time to pull away Jamesys lips where pressed against his and a hand was sliding down his back, towards his ass, he gasped in surprise as fingertips sank into him squeezing his buttocks, James's tongue slid inside his mouth at this new found opportunity and began to grind against Matt's tongue, he was soon reminded of his surrounded when a sudden hoot of 'FAGGOT' exploded into his ears, Matt pulled away, feeling his cheeks glowing red, the other male looked at him with the same smirk that he had stared at disgusted only hours before. He turned and ran.
Matt sat there, alone, his mind racing; thoughts of Jamesy, thoughts of how everyone would know about the kiss, then thoughts of his sexuality, doubts, he had, after all, enjoyed the kiss immensely...no, he was just taken by surprise was all, it must be...he sat there, so completely engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't head footsteps creeping closer, a hand spilled across his shoulder making him jump in surprise. There was Jamesy, standing right there, staring at him. He made no attempts to break the eye contact and just stood there, staring back. "Hey tiger, I'm sorry..."
Jamesy said sympathetically, breaking the silence. Mathews gaze turned to the ground as he allow himself to be embraced in James's arms; it was so warm there..."No." His mind demanded, "You're not gay! You're not like him!" He pushed Jamesy away, sending him spiralling to the ground, a loud 'THUMP' sounded as his head smacked off a rock. James cried out in pain, Matt stared down confused for a moment. There was blood. Jamesy was laying on the dusty ground, clutching his head, his hair seeped in red, dirt and dust clinging to the ends of the bloody locks. Jamesy lay there, grunting and crying in pain, and once again Matt turned and ran without so much as glancing back.
He sprinted towards the school exit, Jamesy's cries and grunts fading into the distance. What had he done? The traffic buzzed past him, screeching at him as he made his way onto the side of the road his head streaming with thoughts, he couldn't think, it was all to loud, he ran out into the road...There was a screeching noise, he was hurtling threw the air, his mind ran blank, there was a sharp pain that spread across his entire body as he rolled across the cold hard ground, everything was going black. It faded into silence. He lay there, dying. Now he knew why it was called hell.
Hell School
An excited tangle of conversations filled the air as dark haired male stood staring up at a plain white sign that read "Welcome to hell, proceed this way." Followed by and arrow. The hell part was spray painted in by a somewhat talented artist, it almost looked like it was meant to be there. Averting his gaze off the sign and into the sea of people, he proceeded as the sign told him to. Too hell. Or, more formally known as, school.
He shoved his timetable hurriedly into him pocket, screwing it up as he did so and stared at the plain oak door, taking a deep breath he swung the door open
and stepped inside, peering at the class, and with out so much as a welcome he went and took a seat, he was shy to say the least. Thick waves of hair swung over his eyes, the messy strands were what the doctors called 'dirty blond' but there was nothing blond about them. He aimed his vibrant green eyes at the old fashioned chalk board and began to read, thin lips mouthing the words silently. "You're new right?" Whispered a boy sat behind him, making him jump. He turned round and stared at the boy, he had light Blond hair that, like his own, covered his eyes, and would look almost emo if it wasn't for the disarming cowboy hat perched awkwardly on his head. His top was also rather...ex centric, so to speak, but suited him none the less, despite being a bright shade of yellow. "Ummm, yeah, I'm Mathew," He spoke timidly, feeling a warm glow spreading across his cheeks as he blushed. The other male was rather pretty, not handsome, no, too be handsome you need to have a rather manly attraction to you that this boy simply did not posses, everything about him screamed 'Beat me up, I'm a gay dancer.' The boy nodded, sending his hat slightly eschew, and whispered "I'm James, call me Jamesy if you like." Matt could feel Jamesy's breath tickling his ear, making him shudder slightly. Smiling politely, he turned back around and continued to read. Suddenly a sharp surprised gasp escaped his lips as long slender fingers crept up his thigh, he quickly pushed the hand off his leg and shot James, whom was the owner of the hand, a confused and disgusted look, only to get a smirk (which took ever so well to James's wide lips)
back in response.
As Matt was shoved threw the corridor of boisterous teenagers, all cramped together, squeezing desperately and impatiently threw the crowd trying to reach their destination, or, in some cases, just trying to show off how many people they could shove past in so little time, he stumbled over one of the boys that had tripped and fallen under the viscous circumstances, and began falling backward, the crowd still forcing him along until he found a thinning of the ruckus, and began to fall, still not having regained his balance. As he lay on the ground, groaning displeased, a face appeared in front of him, Jamesy's face, grinning ear to ear as he stretched out s long thin arm to offer Mathew some help to regain an upright position. Mathew accepted, grabbing his hand and allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. He stared at the ground to avoid eye contact, Jamesy had light blue eyes, once they found you, wouldn't look away; this could be quite unnerving for anyone, let alone someone as reserved as Matt. As Jamesy pulled him up Matt felt an arm slip around his back, and soon found himself pressed up against the others warm inviting body. Before he had time to pull away Jamesys lips where pressed against his and a hand was sliding down his back, towards his ass, he gasped in surprise as fingertips sank into him squeezing his buttocks, James's tongue slid inside his mouth at this new found opportunity and began to grind against Matt's tongue, he was soon reminded of his surrounded when a sudden hoot of 'FAGGOT' exploded into his ears, Matt pulled away, feeling his cheeks glowing red, the other male looked at him with the same smirk that he had stared at disgusted only hours before. He turned and ran.
Matt sat there, alone, his mind racing; thoughts of Jamesy, thoughts of how everyone would know about the kiss, then thoughts of his sexuality, doubts, he had, after all, enjoyed the kiss immensely...no, he was just taken by surprise was all, it must be...he sat there, so completely engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't head footsteps creeping closer, a hand spilled across his shoulder making him jump in surprise. There was Jamesy, standing right there, staring at him. He made no attempts to break the eye contact and just stood there, staring back. "Hey tiger, I'm sorry..."
Jamesy said sympathetically, breaking the silence. Mathews gaze turned to the ground as he allow himself to be embraced in James's arms; it was so warm there..."No." His mind demanded, "You're not gay! You're not like him!" He pushed Jamesy away, sending him spiralling to the ground, a loud 'THUMP' sounded as his head smacked off a rock. James cried out in pain, Matt stared down confused for a moment. There was blood. Jamesy was laying on the dusty ground, clutching his head, his hair seeped in red, dirt and dust clinging to the ends of the bloody locks. Jamesy lay there, grunting and crying in pain, and once again Matt turned and ran without so much as glancing back.
He sprinted towards the school exit, Jamesy's cries and grunts fading into the distance. What had he done? The traffic buzzed past him, screeching at him as he made his way onto the side of the road his head streaming with thoughts, he couldn't think, it was all to loud, he ran out into the road...There was a screeching noise, he was hurtling threw the air, his mind ran blank, there was a sharp pain that spread across his entire body as he rolled across the cold hard ground, everything was going black. It faded into silence. He lay there, dying. Now he knew why it was called hell.