Jock Boy

This is my first story and I’m hoping it turns out okay. I really have to give a big thanks to my beta learntosayhello for editing my story. This needed some SERIOUS work and she worked with me to make it less crappy so I really appreciate it hopefully I will get better as I progress. Honestly, I’m not a writer but I got an idea and just went with it, so here goes nothing!

Fuck. I hate Mondays.

I slammed the door of my old beat up car shut, shoving my keys into the pocket of my jeans as I walked toward the school. I’m usually not so rough towards my car because I love my baby, but I just really hate Mondays.

I sighed as I thought about the memories I’ve made in that car. I remembered the times my cute neighbor Jason and I would drive for miles just for the hell of it, only stopping to make out and heavily pet each other.

I made a promise with myself to have my dirty way with him in the backseat of my car and on the hood of my car… Hell, I wanted to fuck him everywhere on and in my car. He was very lustful, despite his innocent image.

I jogged up the stone steps of the school, silently pondering the recent changes in my life, and the next thing I knew I was knocked on my ass by a solid mass that felt like a moving brick wall.

I was stunned for a minute because one, I hardly ever get knocked on my ass accidently or on purpose and two, at my height and size, it takes quite a bit to knock me down.

I glared up at the guy who seemed to think it was a good idea to go running in and out of buildings without paying attention, but I stopped mid scowl once I got a good look at him.

He was tall, around 6’4”, and perfectly muscled with his football sports jacket hugging his broad shoulders and enviously narrow waist. He had short, tousled black hair and a pair of dark, expressive grey eyes. Too bad he had to open his big mouth.

“Watch where the hell you’re going, you girly faggot!” he spat. Real original… I should give myself a pat on the back for being distracted only a second by his smooth voice until I finally registered what he said.

“What the hell! You ran into me, asshole!” I shouted as I quickly got to my feet.

He looked me up and down as the rest of his buddies came streaming out the doors of the school, heading in our direction.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re in my way, so you need to move,” He crossed his arms and fixed his face into a permanent scowl as his friends surrounded him. Their eyes darted to me quickly assessing me as someone unimportant.

I don’t know if he assumed I would be intimidated by his glare, but I wasn’t. I’ve scared plenty of people myself with my own intense glare. Scoffing at his words, I turned my head to glance at his friends with an annoyed expression before looking back at him.

“Get over yourself jock boy, I could care less about what you want,” I said stepping around him, my shoulder bumping into him as I strolled by and shoved my way through the wall of jocks at his back.

Just before getting out of hearing range I yelled over my shoulder, “Vas te faire foutre!” I figured it would piss him off because it was an insult he probably wouldn’t understand.

I finally reached the doors of the school, but when I went to open them, a hand slaps on the door above my head, closing it with a snap. I felt hot breath on my neck as someone leaned in close and hissed in my ear.

“You better watch what you say to me; I can make your life a living hell, pretty boy.”

Why in the world had I thought that this Grade A asshole was hot? I rolled my eyes as I yanked open the doors and strode inside.

As I headed over to my locker I spotted my step brother Aidan trying to get my attention, so I changed my course and headed over to him.

“Hey Jaiden, sorry I couldn’t take you to school, I had practice early this morning,” he said as he cast me an apologetic smile. I like Aidan, he’s a good guy, and he seems to be genuinely excited to have me as a younger brother.

“It’s no problem. I have my own car, remember?” I smiled reassuringly. He smiled in return as he turned to walk me towards my locker to get my books and things for my first class, Calculus. It sucks to transfer schools after classes start, because you end up with a shitty schedule.

“Okay, and if you need any help you can find me in the office first and second period,” he said waving goodbye as he walked off towards school offices.

Of course, the late bell chose to ring as soon as I yanked the books out my locker. Great, now because of jock-boy I’m late for class. I huffed in annoyance and headed for my first period class.

The teacher was already taking attendance when I walked into the classroom.

“Ah, you must be the new transfer student, right?” He glanced down at his list of names, “Jaiden Laurent?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be your Calculus teacher, Mr. Harris,” he turned towards the students and cleared his throat.

“Class, we have a new transfer student joining us, this is Jaiden Laurent.” He looked back toward me again, “would you like to say a few words about yourself?”

What kind of high school teacher introduces a new student like we’re all in kindergarten?

I pasted a scowl on my face and turned to face the students, looking at no one in particular. It’s obvious I’m not a fan of “sharing”.

“Not really,” I frowned.

Mr. Harris paused for a second uncomfortably before continuing, “Alright then, go ahead and take the empty seat in the back next to Mr. Hayne.” I had no idea who Mr. Hayne was, but I headed in the direction he waved his hand to and plopped down into the first empty desk I found in the back.

When I looked over to see who I would be sitting next to for the rest of the semester I found a pair of familiar stormy grey eyes glaring holes into my head. I groaned in displeasure and dropped my head onto my desk.

“Foutre-moi,” I murmured as I slumped down into my seat.

Vas te faire foutre! Basically means to go fuck yourself

Foutre-moi Literally translates to fuck me

I know this is short but I had to take out a lot of stuff that wasn't necessary, hopefully the next chapter will be longer