Learning To Live

A/N: My first attempt at Original Yaoi, so please keep it in mind. This story was originally planned to be wrote in first person, I had to revise it, if there are any mistakes I do apologize and will correct.


Chapter One



Most would say that Mattie was a tad on the spoiled side, that he was cocky and stuck on himself. Was he? No, he didn’t like to perceive himself that way, it meant he was an asshole. Having been born to the son of a wealthy man, it was true that he had more advantages than others while growing up. His father owned multiple banks, investing companies, and a few other miscellaneous organizations. Why did people believe that having a rich father meant life was automatically easy? He had three older siblings that had been there first, much older and wiser.


Terrance, or Terry, was the eldest brother, the one to inherit most of it, whenever that time came. The twin sisters, Tammy and Tanya, two females that thought they were God’s gift to men, both already married. He came later in life, when Mother was nearing forty, her miracle child. Being so much younger than the others, he had been ignored, all his siblings too old to deal with a kid.


Being ignored came from everyone but the nanny, even his mother had found that she would rather spend her time at the Club, than tend to a small boy. Most of his childhood was rather lonely, having no friends except those in his mind. At the age of twelve, he was no longer being home schooled but chucked into a private school overseas.


Last year Mattie’s mother had grown ill, the start of Junior year, heart problems. Surgery, and several doctors later, she was back on her feet, returning to her previous lifestyle. What had become of it? Nothing, except he was to remain close to home from that point on. So, he was stuck into a private school, one owned and directed by his father. It was a private Academy for boys, a place that he had been looking forward to going.


That had been a mistake, to believe that these students wouldn’t look at him differently. The Christian Academy overseas had treated him well, probably because of his parent’s wealth. Here, these kids had middle class parents, only a few that would be considered rich. Being Father’s son, had automatically placed him in a category he didn’t much care for but couldn’t change.


It was only two weeks into Senior year, he was hating it already. Sure, what would make a spoiled teacher’s pet dread going to school every morning? One, due to the situation, he was forced to live on campus, with no one he knew. His roommate was atrocious, a disgusting excuse for a male, and Mattie already despised him.


Did they argue? No, for the most part they ignored each other and never spoke if it could be helped. The roomy was just a slob, that cared more for getting drunk and heading out to get laid, than becoming educated. Before any wrong ideas were perceived, he wasn’t anyway secretly attracted to Scott, even physically he repulsed Mattie. The long gangly blonde hair was in serious need of washing or something! He didn’t do it for him, so his passionate dislike had nothing sexually secretly enforcing it.


Now, that kind of feeling was reserved for someone else entirely. Last year, a week after arriving, he had his first run in with another student. The guy’s name was, Micah, despite what the name would indicate there was nothing charming about this person. There was nothing sweet or angelic or remotely friendly, especially towards him. For some reason Micah had taken an instant dislike to Mattie after learning that he was the Headmaster’s son. He knew that was why, because it started the day after Mattie first saw him in the hall.


There he was in a strange place, wondering how to go about making friends, when he saw this vision of perfection coming towards him. The locker was right next to his, what were the odds? Mattie stopped to gaze upon him, liking the thickness of his raven hair, how it fell over his forehead. His face was not what would be considered Brad cute, but Mattie found he liked the hard chiseled features better than soft feminine features. Not to mention since he was twelve, he noticed that he had a thing for broad men. Being towered over by a sexy male, pooled his lusts to a new high.


Micah, noticing him for the first time had smiled and nodded in greeting, foolish him had blushed and quickly turned away. Due to the lack of social interaction growing up he was on the shy side, talking to new people did phase him to a certain degree. The next day, around the same time, Mattie approached the locker to find him standing there. The look he gave him had caused the blood to chill and any romantic indications to die a horrible death.


So for the better part of six months, Mattie has been plagued by him. He was his father’s son, so the teachers and family had expectations of him. He knew this, but it wasn’t why he studied hard or did his best in everything. As far as he was concerned, he had nothing to prove to them, he wanted to make something of himself. When it came down to it, he would get little of what their father had, he was last in line. His father was in the fifties, there was very little chance that the old man would outlive all his other siblings.


Good grades and keeping his head down, he soon became a teacher’s pet. Other students liked to comment that his extra privileges came for other reasons, such as the teacher’s sucking up to their boss. Another rumor is that the grades weren’t really his, as if any of them knew how much time he spent studying. It did make Mattie mad, how could it not? They were assuming that he was taking advantage of the situation and not earning his own.


“Mattie!” he spun around hearing his name being called by Mrs. Carlson, the Chemistry II professor. She was waving a paper back and forth, her chubby fingers pinching it tightly.


“Yes, Mrs. Carlson?” he was ready to head into the cafeteria and grab a bite to eat. Lunch was two hours long, giving the students plenty of time to eat and socialize. The last session didn’t get out until five o’clock, which put a damper on evening affairs. Not that he had many to go to, that was a small fib because he did have one small secret.


“My dear boy, glad I caught up with you. Mr. Hallen went and left his assignment, I was wondering if you could give it to him. I know it’s the weekend so these things are easy to forget but the project will account for half of this semester’s grade.” She didn’t bother to wait for an answer but handed it over.


“Yes Ma’am,” he took the sheet of parchment knowing he really didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. The happy face gave a smile before the round woman turned around to race back as fast as her girth would allow her.


He swore under his breath at the request, Mr. Hallen was none other than Micah. It wasn’t his fault the moron had left the assignment in the damn lab, why should he have to hunt him down? Okay, he already knew where Micah would be, where he always was at lunch. Him and his croonies would be hanging out in the courtyard, right under the large oak tree. The group was there everyday, he knew because he always walked by on the way to the library.


His appetite was practically gone for now, just the idea of where he was to go had his gut twisting in knots. Not that he was nervous due to being shy or unsure of himself, it was because the animosity he always felt made him feel shitty. Not only from his side but from Micah’s, it bothered him how Micah reacted to his presence and Mattie had a small temper.


All the other students just ignored him, keeping out of the way. It was Micah that let him know that he disliked him, he was never one to hold back snide remarks. To say they didn’t get along was an understatement. Mattie couldn’t take the usual advice and just beat his ass to make him stop being rude. Picking a fight would be utterly idiotic and suicidal, he was neither.


It has already been mentioned that Micah towered over him and his liking broad shoulders, Micah was a big guy while he was, well he was Mattie. He stopped growing at five-six, shorter than his other siblings, he had taken after the mother in many aspects. Barely weighed one hundred and twenty pounds, Micah had to be twice that. He was scrawny compared to other guys, one hit and the fight would be over.


Knowing he’d get his ass kicked in an actual fist fight didn’t stop his mouth from running off, on most occasions. Like today, he was in a rather grumpy mood from lack of sleep. Said roommate had come in around midnight, drunk and smelling oddly of dogshit. That and his secret was bothering him, how could it not?


The secret? Over the summer Mattie ran into Professor Marren, the Calculous instructor. A brief flirtation had turned into more, something he was thinking about ending. One, he knew he wasn’t in love with him, and Two, the guy was married with five children. Mattie was just a fling to him, someone Mattie liked to have sex with, it was mutual. He hadn’t been his first lover, he’d lost his virginity at fifteen.


He shunned away from a group of boys standing near the exit, a group of trouble makers. Keeping his features in a bored expression, he stopped as soon as he walked into the open. The courtyard consisted of many stone benches, a large open area to horse around in, and a large oak tree that one could smoke under. Yes, if one was of age, then the school didn’t interfere with them smoking. He was of age but had never picked up the habit, due to having asthma.


There stood Micah, leaning against the trunk looking smug as another student conversed with him. Mattie wasn’t looking forward to the confrontation, he’d rather throw himself in front of a train. Clenching the paper in his fist, he tried not to let it get to him. The sooner he delivered it, the sooner he could go grab lunch.


The smile dropped from Micah’s face the instance he spotted Mattie coming closer than normal. Micah tried to tell himself that the boy wasn’t stupid enough to come over. There would be no reason for the guy to come over and talk to them. Then why was the small prick getting closer?


Yes, Micah thought of the little twerp as just that. He could remember hearing about the Headmaster’s son coming to the school. Mr. Bayler was a man that he despised most in the world, he hated the bastard. Hearing that his youngest child had returned to the states and was joining them hadn’t sat well. Then of course, he’d noticed the small boy standing near the lockers. Who wouldn’t assume that the little male was a freshman? He had, so he had greeted the fucker, unknowing.


It had been pointed out to him later that day, from then on he hated the son as well. Micah knew it was unfair at first, thrusting his hatred on the wrong person. He reasoned it all out, there was no way the son wasn’t just like the father, both deserving his spite. It only took a few weeks to realize that the fucker was just as conceited and stuck up as the father.


Mattie tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, it was getting long again. Did he care? No, he didn’t look good with his hair cropped to his scalp. His features were very soft, with full lips that belonged on a chick and high cheekbones, he was normally considered too pretty for a guy. It explained why his sisters disliked him, he was prettier than them. His hair was a light brown, that had some waves to it, but not really curly. Eyes were a dark green, that he thought looked out of place on his face.


Said eyes directed themselves towards the male he was approaching. There was no way Mattie would let Micah intimidate him, not like he wanted to be there. The few students surrounding them all became silent, all noticing him drawing near. None of them cared for him either, all following Micah’s example.


Damn, but Micah was very sexy, hate couldn’t stop Mattie from noticing. Micah had taken off his school jacket to show off a black t-shirt that had been underneath, it was stretched across a thick chest. Sky blue orbs narrowed in disdain, it was about to start.


“What the hell do you want?” The voice was deep and filled with scorn. Micah didn’t care if the kid flinched under the tone, no one had said it was okay for the bastard to join them.


“Here, you left this in class.” he held out the paper, as if it were something vile he had lowered myself to touch. No point in being polite if the other guy was going to be rude.


“Oh,” it was snatched from his grasp. Micah glanced at the sheet of paper, noticing what it was right away. He hadn’t realized he’d left it behind, “So, am I suppose to thank you for bringing it to me?”


“No! Mrs. Carlson stopped me in the hall and asked that I do it, thank her. I couldn’t care less if you failed because you were stupid enough to misplace the assignment.” There went his big mouth again, Mattie really had a small temper.


“Who the fuck are you calling stupid? Maybe I should thank you for bringing it, after all unlike you I’m not willing to climb under Mrs. Carlson’s desk to get an easy A.” Micah couldn’t help but poke fun at the kid. How else did the ass manage to get an A on everything?


Oh, that was really foul, not only the thought of touching the large woman but she was still a female. No one here knew of Mattie’s sexuality, still the woman was gross and it was being insinuated that he basically kissed ass and other parts.


“Well, I do sincerely apologize Hallen, if I had known you had designs on her yourself, I would have stepped aside. After all, why would she want me when she could have you? Unless, she actually wants someone with a penis, then you’re screwed.” Mattie hit the barb home, having overheard the latest gossip. Micah had been dating another student’s sister, he had no idea who the hell the bitch was. All he knew was the rumor going around, that the girl had dumped Micah due to him having a small pecker.


There were a few snickers and gasps, a snort came from a redhead guy behind Micah. A couple students had stopped their leisurely walk to listen in on the confrontation. He heard someone whisper that he was about to get his ass kicked, then another commented that Micah wasn’t brave enough to touch him. Once again the fact that he was the son of the Head Honcho was rearing it’s ugly head. If that was what kept Micah from actually pounding his face in, then he was all for it.


“You little fucker, I’m sure the only reason Mrs. Carlson is wanting to fuck your scrawny ass is because your mother lied about how good you are.” Micah did yearn to tear the little fucker in half. He didn’t want to get expelled, he needed to graduate.


A loud bark of laughter and Mattie saw red at the comment. “You asshole,” his voice came out in a low squeak of fury. Micah placed his large hands on his hips to laugh at the crude comment. So enthralled with his funny, he didn’t see Mattie grip the strap of the large blue book bag. There was stunned silence as it swung too fast to notice, not until it made a heavy thwacking sound across a beefy right arm.


Mattie’s puny strength didn’t do much damage, just caused it to collide and cause his laughter to stop. The hit hadn’t hurt and Micah doubted it would even bruise, but it got the point across. He couldn’t believe the runt would hit him. There was a second of mute shock, all those around stared open mouthed at the measly attempt to do violence.


For a moment Mattie saw his life flash before his eyes, then the large palm. It cracked soundly across his cheek, so hard tears automatically formed from the searing pain. It had been an open handed slap, not a punch, but it had him on the ground at Micah’s feet.


Laughter erupted, a student cackled, screaming “Doh, Micah, just hit the little bitch.” That angered Mattie even more than the fact that he’d actually been slapped. He was rather thankful that the guy hadn’t used his fists, it meant he was still conscious.


Mattie just knew that he was glaring down at him, looking at him with those spite filled eyes. The entire side of his face was ablaze with heat and shame, he wasn’t going to take it laying down. For someone like him to win, he couldn’t fight fair. He heaved in a deep breath before reacting, sending an elbow up and out.


The impact was solid, connecting with the rumored small package. All of Mattie’s force had been put behind the hit, it was satisfying hearing the intake of breath. A smile crossed his face, seeing Micah go to his knees to accompany him on the ground.


Micah was sure his balls had been relocated to his stomach, it had been a low blow. It hadn’t occurred to him that the boy would still try to fight. The slap had been a warning, that he wouldn’t put up with the prick trying to injure him.


Mattie’s smile didn’t last long, a hand snagged in his hair, yanking his face back. As soon as it tilted up to catch the sunlight, a fist slammed into his mouth, wiping the grin right off. The bottom lip burst under the assault, filling his mouth with blood. It occurred to him that he had probably lost a few teeth as well, he didn’t get a chance to examine.


He was shoved onto his back, weight was pinning him down, keeping him from moving away. The fist landed again, slamming into Mattie’s only unabused cheek. He was not a bitch so he reached up and struck what he could reach. He felt some satisfaction as the slap caught Micah in the nose, shame the guy acted like it was nothing. The next punch landed where the last had, the blows becoming repetitive.


“Stop at once, get off of him Mr. Hallen.” Teachers, he was saved! Mattie could swear he was starting to see stars.


His entire face was throbbing but the weight was suddenly yanked from his middle. A hand was touching Mattie’s shoulder, trying to help him up. He didn’t want assistance, he wanted to resume the fight. Okay, to continue getting his ass kicked. “I’m fine.”


Hands practically snatched Micah into a standing position, Mr. Marren had arrived on the seen. Great, the last person Mattie wanted to see him with a busted face. He couldn’t help but to feel some awkwardness and recoil knowing he’d see him this way. Mattie wasn’t in love but he was still his lover, he had pride.


“What the hell is your problem?” This was directed towards Micah, Mr. Marren was by no means a small man, almost as tall as the student he was facing.


“I didn’t do it, the little shit started it. He struck first, blame him, just ask anyone here.” Micah was telling the truth, the punk had struck first but he had a feeling he’d be the one in trouble.


“Really?” Mr. Marren turned to Mattie for confirmation, which he gave. “That still doesn’t excuse what you were doing. Please tell me how someone half your size could seriously injure your person? What I saw was uncalled for, there is a fine line between self defense and beating the shit out of someone.”


Okay, yeah this was true but Mattie knew why Micah was about to get the blame. Did he stop it from happening? Fuck no, the side of his head felt like it’d been hit with a sledgehammer.


“I don’t care why you felt the need to retaliate, you should know better. Let me guess, if a little old woman were to strike you with her purse, you’d turn around and pound her face into the concrete.” Mr. Marren was trying to prove a point but Mattie didn’t care to be likened to a little old woman, he wasn’t that big of a pussy.


“What the fuck ever, go screw yourself man. He hit me first and if he didn’t want to get his ass kicked, then the pansy should have walked away.” Micah’s lips twisted in a mask of fury, his eyes landing on Mattie again.


“That is besides the point, even if it’s accurate. Both of you will be going to the office to be reprimanded for fighting on the grounds.”






“Heard you got your ass beat,” Scott sat down on the edge of his bed, directing his gaze in Mattie’s direction.


Who promptly gave him the bird before giving him his back. He wasn’t in the mood for his shit, or his smell. Two hours in the Dean’s office, all to hear how he was disappointing his family. Fighting was below him, he should have walked away.


Screw walking away, the fight had been long in coming. And as he always suspected, he had gotten his ass handed to him. Yeah, so he had gotten a cheap shot at Micah’s balls, his face had been turned into pudding. The bad thing about getting in a fight, people never remembered how good of a fight you put up, they recalled how you lost. He wouldn’t be patted on the back, for putting forth his best effort. Instead, for the next few weeks wherever he went the kids would poke fun at him.


The pain killer he had taken wasn’t helping much with how sore he was. Mattie could swear he had a few bruises from when Micah had tossed his ass on the ground like a rag doll. The pillow helped with the swollen half of his head, if only a little. Lunch had been long forgotten, with the remaining classes.


He had been sent to the room, to rest and let the swelling go down. After the lecture, he was being punished with detention. That made him smile, he had detention with Mr. Marren, while Micah had detention with the coach. Coach Peters was every teenage boy’s worst nightmare, for many reasons. The guy was hairy, round and extremely creepy, as in he had roaming eyes that could scare even Freddy.


The most he’d have to do was help grade some papers, dust some erasers, bend over the desk. He wouldn’t consider himself to be a slut, he had only one lover. His virginity had been lost due to a drunken night at a party.


Friends had convinced him to go that night, handed him the beers and pointed out that he was being stared at. He still didn’t know the guy’s name, hadn’t cared, he had been tipsy. He had consumed enough alcohol to become stupid, not enough so he couldn’t remember everything the next morning. Sweet words, a few pleasant touches, had them spending the night in an empty bedroom upstairs. That night he learned that the fancy for checking out guys, happened for a reason. He loved being bottom, which was why he liked Mr. Marren.


“See ya later dude, got my girl waiting on me.” Scott closed the door after informing him of his plans.


How he had a girlfriend was beyond Mattie, how could she overlook the smell? There wasn’t much to attract a person to the guy either. As an admirer of the same sex, Mattie had done his own appraisal of the guy at the start of the school year.


There were a few guys at the academy that would usually warrant attention, plenty of good looking ones too. There were a couple that were just as feminine and pretty as himself, he didn’t think they were gay though. Once or twice he noticed a display of flirtation, so why wasn’t he interested? Part of him didn’t want a relationship, not a serious one.


Honestly, his father would blow a gasket and disown him if the man were to find out that he was gay. He was legally of age to move out but wasn’t ready. The family was going to pay for his education, it was his due after all. As soon as he got a degree then he didn’t care if they knew, it was his life.




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