Detention 13

BRANDON

“Down!” Wilson ordered.

The five of us had been doing pushovers for ten minutes. We were on one hundred and twenty nine, and we had one hundred and seventy one to go. I couldn’t believe I had done so many pushups. I had expected both arms to rip off at the shoulder after number twenty-five. My head was pounding and sweat-drops were stinging my eyes. It took a whole lotta energy that I basically didn’t have to drop down to the grass.

Mr. Wilson walked in front of me. I saw his mud-stained, sized twelve sneakers directly in front of my face. When I looked up, I saw him looking down at me, those big muscular arms of his crossed in front of each other, his baseball cap covering his face, but I knew he was staring down at me with those evil blue eyes of his. “Up!” Wilson yelled.

The five of us: Billy Anderson, Scott Howard, Jason Coleman, Luke Block, and myself pushed ourselves up, so that are arms were completely straight. I felt like all the muscle in both of my arms was going to tear right then and there. Everyone else looked like they were about to drop dead too, even Billy, who never seemed to be affected by any of this. Every muscle in his arm was bulging and flexing; his teeth were gritted, and he had this fierce look in his eyes, like he was determined not to show any pain on his face. I looked around at the others. Jason looked like he was in as much pain as I was. When he saw me looking at him, he quickly averted his eyes in another direction; Scott had his eyes closed and his lips were trembling; Luke was pretty much the only that really didn’t look too tired. I wondered how Chris would’ve looked like if he was here. I wished he was here. I wished I could’ve seen him right then. 

“Down,” Wilson commanded again. The five of us dropped to the ground all at once. Wilson started to make us go faster, up and down, quicker and quicker each time. It only took us about five more minutes to finish three hundred push-ups. I didn’t believe my body was capable of handling so much torture. I could barely move when we were finished and I had probably sweated a whole ocean on that football field. The only upside I could see was that I was on my way to becoming really inshape. 

“Same time tomorrow,” Wilson said. He walked off. I just lied flat on the grass, looking up at the sky, which was quickly changing reddish-purple. It was becoming sunset. Once again I got that feeling that Chris was very far away and that I wasn’t going to see him for a long time. I kept trying to dismiss it, but it really wouldn’t go away. 

“Get your ass up, Newman,” Billy said to me. He stood over me, a tall muscular figure blocking the setting sun. “We’re goin’ to the lockers.” I didn’t want to move, I just wanted to lie there, but I forced myself to get up. “Where’s your boyfriend?” he asked with a sneer on his handsome face.

“Fuck off, Billy,” I said. I was really tired and wasn’t up for his shit at the moment. 

In the locker room, I took off my clothes slowly. My arms were completely sore; I knew that tomorrow morning, I wasn’t going to be able to move them at all. I looked down at the opposite end of the locker bank, at Chris’ locker. I kept hopin’ that he would show up, that he would pop up out of nowhere, but of course he never did. 

Luke came up to me, naked, a towel draped over his shoulder, going diagonally down his chest. His large uncut dick surrounded by his thick pubic bush, swung left and right like a clock pendulum. He looked perfect as usual. If my body were functioning like normal, my dick probably would’ve gotten hard. “You okay?” he asked. 

“Not really. I feel like shit,” I said.

I could hear the other guys talking and laughing, and the sound of shower water hitting the tiles. I really didn’t feel like seeing any of them. I just wanted to go home, go right to bed and think about Chris all night long. “You takin’ a shower?” Luke asked.

Shaking my head, I said, “Not today. I’ll take one when I get home. I just really don’t wanna be here right now.”

“Wait about ten minutes,” Luke said, “I’ll take you home.” 

“You don’t have to,” I replied.

“I want to,” Luke responded back. “Wait for me.” He turned and walked toward the shower stalls. I looked at his perfect, round hairy ass move so beautifully as he walked toward the stalls. That time my dick did start to get hard, but only by a little. 

After I got dressed, I waited for Luke outside the gym. By that then, it was already close to six-thirty in the evening. The sun was about to be completely down soon. I kept expecting to see Chris’ white truck in the parking lot, but it wasn’t there. I pulled out my cell-phone to see if Chris had left any messages for me while I at detention. He hadn’t. Not one call. I was seriously disappointed. I thought about calling him again, but I figured what was the point. If Chris wanted to talk to me, he would. I left him a message over five hours ago. That was more than enough time for him to call me back. Obviously I figured that he didn’t want to talk to me - and if he didn’t want to talk to me, then that was fine. I’d live. Fifteen minutes passed before Luke finally came out, drying off his hair with his damp towel. “You ready to go?” he asked. For some reason, I checked around one more time for sign of Chris’ truck, but I didn’t it and I didn’t see him.

“Yeah,” I said to Luke, trying to hide my disappointment, “I am.”

I just sat in my truck, in the parkin’ lot of the restaurant, nowhere to go and nothin’ to do. I saw a black cat searchin’ through some cardboard boxes and garbage. The cat came out with a fuckin’ dead rat danglin’ out of its fuckin’ mouth. It was the grossest shit I’ve ever seen. I don’t know why I was just sittin’ there in that parkin’ lot. Part of me just wanted to turn the engine on and drive my ass back home. But I had to keep rememberin’ that I couldn’t just go back home. I didn’t wanna go back home. 

I heard a beep comin’ from my pocket. At first I didn’t know what that sound was. It beeped like three more times and I realized that it was my cell phone. I pulled it out of my pocket. It said I had one new message. The battery was runnin’ low, so I didn’t know how much time I had before the shit would cut off on me. “Who the fuck left me a message?” I thought. I didn’t remember hearin’ my phone ring at all. But maybe that was `cause I had the radio on so fuckin’ loud when I was drivin’. The only person that probably would’ve called me was B. While I wanted to listen to the message and see it if it was from him, I didn’t wanna get my hopes up to high and it turned out to be somebody else or somethin’. The battery light flashed, tellin’ me that the phone was gonna shut off soon. I clicked the voicemail button and listened.

“Chris it’s me...” My heart kinda skipped when I realized that it was Brandon’s voice. I listened carefully. “I don’t know if your phone is off or if you’re just ignoring me...I just wanted to say thank-you for coming over last night...” There was a bit of static and I couldn’t hear that well. I tried to listen, but the static got louder and louder. “...I just wanted you to know...” The static got super loud and I couldn’t hear shit. I kept tryin’ to adjust the antenna but it wouldn’t work. I couldn’t hear anything. About two seconds later, the phone cut off completely. I tried turnin’ it back on, but the shit wouldn’t work.

“FUCK!” I screamed. I tossed the fuckin’ phone on the seat right next to me and slammed my fist on the horn, makin’ a loud ass noise that fuckin’ scared that stupid ass black cat. “What the fuck did he say?” I asked myself. I wanted to know the rest of what B was talkin’ about. It kinda sounded like he wasn’t mad at me anymore and that he wanted to talk to me again. The stupid fuckin’ phone messed up before he got to the important shit. I got out of the car and walked back to the fuckin’ restaurant. When I went inside, the place was completely empty inside. It was only about six-thirty and already the place was empty. Aaron was goin’ around takin’ the plates off each table and cleaning the counter tops. He stopped when he saw me come in.

“You’re back,” he said in that attractive Southern drawl of his. “You forget somethin’?”

“Do you gotta pay phone up in here?” I asked. 

“Doesn’t work,” Aaron answered. “Who are you tryin’ to call?”

“Somebody,” I said defensively. “You got a phone or somethin’ I could use? Is there another pay phone or somethin’ around here? I really need to use the phone.”

“There is a phone here,” Aaron said, “but it won’t allow you to call outside this area code. Sorry.”

“Shit!” I yelled. I felt like fuckin’ breakin’ somethin’. It took a whole lot for me not to lose control right then.

“Well,” Aaron said, kinda bashfully, “I live kinda close to here. If you want to, you can use the phone at my place.”

I was more than a bit suspicious when Aaron said that. Yeah, he seemed like an okay dude, but he could also be a crazy-ass psycho fuck. Or he just wanted me to come over so we could fuck. I could tell that he was into dudes, and I think he’d already suspected that I was into dudes too. He was cute and all, but I definitely wasn’t up for doin’ anything with him, especially if there was a chance that I could get back together with B again. I wasn’t gonna fuck things up for the second time in a row. I was about to say no to Aaron, but I was really fuckin’ desperate at that moment, and I really didn’t give a fuck whose phone I was usin’, as long as I could talk with Brandon. “Are you finished here?” I asked.

“In a couple of minutes,” Aaron said. He smiled and returned to quickly wipin’ off the counter tops. Yeah, I could really tell that he wanted me to come over and hit skins, but I wasn’t goin’ to. I was just gonna call Brandon and see what was up with him. I hadn’t even thought about what I was gonna say to B when I talked to him though. Just `cause he called, doesn’t really mean that he wants to get back together with me. I mean, I was hopin’ that he did. If he did, I don’t know what I was gonna do. I mean, I didn’t know if I could just hop in the truck and drive six to seven hours back to Oakdale. I still had nowhere to live; I couldn’t live with Brandon; Billy was off doin’ whatever the fuck he was doin’. Scott, well maybe I could stay at his house for a night or two, but I would still be homeless, and I knew for damn sure that I wasn’t gonna go back to my dad’s house. I’d rather fuckin’ slit both of my wrists before I did that.

“Okay,” Aaron said, “I’m done. Just let me set the alarm and we can go.” We can go. He said that like we were really goin’ together or somethin’. I hope he wasn’t gettin’ his hopes up too much, `cause if he was, he would be seriously sad.

“I’ll wait outside,” I told him.

It was pretty much already night when I went outside. And it was cold too. I wish I had brought a fuckin’ jacket or somethin’. I looked down and saw that same black cat from the parkin’ lot just staring up at me, with scary-ass yellow eyes. It was just standin’ there watchin’ me. “Get the fuck away,” I yelled. The thing got scared and ran across the street in fuckin’ record time. Moments later, Aaron came out of the door and locked it behind him. 

“I live down this street,” Aaron said, pointing up the road.

“I’m parked in the lot,” I told him. “C’mon.”

Aaron walked along with me to my truck. I started to get butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know why. I just had this feelin’ that somethin’ bad was gonna happen.