Salope
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,141
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone (let me correct myself: thanks to the uber anal (not the good kind) diclaimer scanners at aff.net) by anyone I mean ANYTHING EVER, is a coincidence.
Salope
Marseilles, France
“Adelaide, tu es une salope. Tu es ma petite salope.(1)” The voice drifted from behind him, and he felt fingers twining in his hair. He didn’t respond. There was no point, he was sick of participating in this stupid game. The fingers jerked in his hair. He hissed at the slight pain.
“"Je suis pas une salope, arrete!"!(2)” He whispered angrily while eyeing the teacher. He mentally willed Joce to get caught this time. Maybe the boy would stop harassing him after he was humiliated by the professor. Yet, he knew hoping was futile, for Joce never seemed to be punished. The teachers ignored the harassment. The boy laughed and tugged again at his hair. He practically growled.
“Adelaide, is there a problem?” The teacher was fixing him with a stern glare. He flushed.
“No, Professor.”
“C’est ça, une salope.(3)” Joce hissed in his ear.
“I hate you.” Was all he said, the bell rang and he was the first to flee the classroom. His chest was heaving when he finally stopped running. He wondered briefly at why Joce always picked him to humiliate. They’d attended the same schools since they’d been toddlers. He closed off the train of thought, less he dwell on his miserable existence as the school’s punching bag.
Looking out at the ocean he let a brief smile grace his lips, a rare occurrence. His feet had once again taken him to the rocky coast. It was after all his favorite place. He set his school bag down, and clambered down to the water. He tossed his shoes off and felt the sand assault his toes. It was wonderfully cool.
He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and removed his tie. The school required ridiculous uniforms that were blood boiling in the summer. He let his fingers trail down to his pant leg which he rolled up. He stepped forward into the ocean. Crouching down his fingers dipped into the water. The rocks beneath glistened up at him. They called for him to join them. With that he was tumbling forward into the harsh rocks.
He sputtered, rolling onto his back to catch his attacker. The sun glared in his eyes, and the form above him was blotted out.
“Adelaide, Adelaide, why did you dash off without saying goodbye?” Joce said before pinning him down with his foot. Adelaide had to strain to keep his head above water.
“Stop it, you bully!” He cried shoving at the foot. Abruptly the shoe foot knocked into his head and submerged his face under water. He screamed soundlessly at the boot crushing his face. Bubbles rushed up toward the surface, escaping his mouth. He became hyper aware of how the rocks seemed to pull him down almost calling him to be with them. It was as if the ocean was swallowing him whole. His lungs burned as he thrashed to get free.
He wondered for a moment if he was going to die. But, just as quickly as it came, the foot was gone and Adelaide was rushing up, gasping. The air had never been sweeter. There was no sight of Joce at all. He briefly toyed with the idea that he was delusional and that he’d imagined the whole thing. The pain in his face and chest told him otherwise. Plus, as he approached the spot he’d taken his shoes off at, he noticed the were gone. Instead a note was left in their place.
“Lets play hide and seek.” He crumpled up the paper, and threw it in to the nearest trash bin.
Fuck this game. He was tired of games.
(1)Adelaide, you are a bitch. My little bitch.
(2) I'm not, stop it.
(3) That's right, bitch.
“Adelaide, tu es une salope. Tu es ma petite salope.(1)” The voice drifted from behind him, and he felt fingers twining in his hair. He didn’t respond. There was no point, he was sick of participating in this stupid game. The fingers jerked in his hair. He hissed at the slight pain.
“"Je suis pas une salope, arrete!"!(2)” He whispered angrily while eyeing the teacher. He mentally willed Joce to get caught this time. Maybe the boy would stop harassing him after he was humiliated by the professor. Yet, he knew hoping was futile, for Joce never seemed to be punished. The teachers ignored the harassment. The boy laughed and tugged again at his hair. He practically growled.
“Adelaide, is there a problem?” The teacher was fixing him with a stern glare. He flushed.
“No, Professor.”
“C’est ça, une salope.(3)” Joce hissed in his ear.
“I hate you.” Was all he said, the bell rang and he was the first to flee the classroom. His chest was heaving when he finally stopped running. He wondered briefly at why Joce always picked him to humiliate. They’d attended the same schools since they’d been toddlers. He closed off the train of thought, less he dwell on his miserable existence as the school’s punching bag.
Looking out at the ocean he let a brief smile grace his lips, a rare occurrence. His feet had once again taken him to the rocky coast. It was after all his favorite place. He set his school bag down, and clambered down to the water. He tossed his shoes off and felt the sand assault his toes. It was wonderfully cool.
He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and removed his tie. The school required ridiculous uniforms that were blood boiling in the summer. He let his fingers trail down to his pant leg which he rolled up. He stepped forward into the ocean. Crouching down his fingers dipped into the water. The rocks beneath glistened up at him. They called for him to join them. With that he was tumbling forward into the harsh rocks.
He sputtered, rolling onto his back to catch his attacker. The sun glared in his eyes, and the form above him was blotted out.
“Adelaide, Adelaide, why did you dash off without saying goodbye?” Joce said before pinning him down with his foot. Adelaide had to strain to keep his head above water.
“Stop it, you bully!” He cried shoving at the foot. Abruptly the shoe foot knocked into his head and submerged his face under water. He screamed soundlessly at the boot crushing his face. Bubbles rushed up toward the surface, escaping his mouth. He became hyper aware of how the rocks seemed to pull him down almost calling him to be with them. It was as if the ocean was swallowing him whole. His lungs burned as he thrashed to get free.
He wondered for a moment if he was going to die. But, just as quickly as it came, the foot was gone and Adelaide was rushing up, gasping. The air had never been sweeter. There was no sight of Joce at all. He briefly toyed with the idea that he was delusional and that he’d imagined the whole thing. The pain in his face and chest told him otherwise. Plus, as he approached the spot he’d taken his shoes off at, he noticed the were gone. Instead a note was left in their place.
“Lets play hide and seek.” He crumpled up the paper, and threw it in to the nearest trash bin.
Fuck this game. He was tired of games.
(1)Adelaide, you are a bitch. My little bitch.
(2) I'm not, stop it.
(3) That's right, bitch.