Love is a Battlefield : Part 1

Today is the day my dad and I finally move into our new house. I am so excited that we finally moved to a bigger town. Now I won’t be criticized for spreading my love for the environment and being a vegetarian. I run around the backyard, then around the house, and then up the stairs to my room while my dad yells for me to stop being a kid. Hey but I am a kid at heart. I am Oliver and tomorrow is my first day of school.

My alarm clock goes off causing me to wake up from my wonderful dream. I rush to the bathroom deciding being early on my first day is a must. I take a quick warm shower, brush my teeth, and do all the other necessaries.

I put on my diamond promise ring I got for my 18 birthday from my dad. The day before my birthday I came out to him which he took really hard. He locked himself in his room all night without saying a single word to me. I could barely sleep through the night, so I called my friend Sam at around 2 am and went to spend the night at his house. Sam and the rest of my friends threw me this amazing party which lasted all day and most of the night. I decided to go home since I had to get more clothes and stuff. I drove home, unlocked the door, and slowly walked through the door. I was almost 100% sure my dad was asleep.

I slowly walked up the stairs to my room but epically failed to be quiet since I stepped on the squeak dog toy. I started panicking and just ran to my room. I opened the door and closed locking it. As I faced the door, I heard this voice behind me which made my hair on the back of my neck stood up. “Where have you!” My dad screamed. I turned around and stared into the very eyes that I was scared as hell. “I was at Sam’s house.” I whispered.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I got something for you.” My day says standing up and walking over to me. I looked at it, and instantly wished I never came back home. I take it and began to take off the bright colored red and blue wrapping paper. It turns out be a jewelry box and my first thought oh great a watch; then his I’ll make a man out of you yet usual speech. I open it and see that it’s a promise ring.”Son, I just wanted to give you this and tell you I love you for who you are. Gay or straight your still my son and I raised you, so it be stupid to act differently just because you into dudes or whatever. I promise to always love and accept you as my little princess.” He said smiling and pinching my cheek. That’s was then but he still the same amazing man.

I throw on my jacket and stare at my ring one more time smiling knowing how amazing my dad is. I run down the stairs and feel a strong grip on my shoulder, and I turn around and see my dad standing there in his jogging outfit.”Where you going son?” He asks me. “Well dad, I got to go to school. Um duh.” I say looking around to find my backpack. “But why? Come on stay here with your old dad and keep him company, forget school.” He whispers giving his famous pouty face.”Dad being around here and making you lunch sounds tempting, but I need to go make me new friends and start my new life.” I say spotting my backpack; he lets me go and I ran to go get it. “I didn’t say make lunch. I can’t stand that nasty shit you love to eat. I just wanted you to stay and watch sports with me.” He says walking behind me. I open the front door, turn around, and whisper, “That sounds tempting but I got to go. How about later?” I say and close the door.

I got in my car, and drive fast to school. I look at the clock and see it is 6:50 am and school doesn’t start until 8:00 am. “Yeah! Time for me to make new friends.” I say to myself. I get out the car and grab my backpack full with my Vegetarian Guide flyers. I walk through the front door; I stare at all the amazing black and gold colored lockers, the amazing sun roof letting the morning sunshine in, and the stares that lead to the second then third floors. I resist the urge to run around like a kid in a candy store. I keep walking straight until I find the entrance to the outside track and field. I see a huge building next to the field, and I start walking toward it. I get nervous and decide to turn around until I hear someone talking. Determined to make new friends, I walk in and see a bunch of work out equipment.

I start to feel like I am hearing things or maybe the school is haunted. I start to freak out until I see a door heading deeper into the building which I decide to explore. I slowly creep toward the door; I crack it open and stare inside. I see punching bags, two guys, and a boxing ring. One of the guys is in the ring practicing while the other watches.

The other guy heads to the exit to leave which makes me want to leave, but my eyes turn to the guy in the ring. I watch him as he body moves and glides around the ring. I see his hairy legs move and buck while he punches left then right. My body starts moving on its own and the next thing I know I am standing in front of the boxing ring. I start noticing this mysterious guy a lot more. I can tell he is almost 6’2 with strong legs and buff arms. I turn around putting my hood over my head and speed walking to the exit.”Hey wait! Jack is that you?” The guy shouts which makes me lose my balance and I fall. His voice is strong, manly, and bold with a sense of gentleness underneath.

He comes running up to me and helps me up.”Are you ok?” He asks me. I get up and my hood falls off my head while I whisper, “I am ok.” “Who are you? I haven’t seen you around here before, you must be new. Hey I am Christian.” He says with a big grin on his face. “Hi I am Oliver and… here.” I say reaching in my backpack and hand him one of my Vegetarian Guide flyers. “What’s this? Are you a vegetarian? Wow that’s lame.” He whispers. “ It’s not lame its better than be a meat eating dog!” I shout at him. “Well I rather be a meat eating dog than some grass cow shit hitting hippie!” He shouts back.”Well, there nothing wrong with being a hippie instead of a hating monster!” I shout even louder.”Hippies are gay!” He shouts back louder. “What’s wrong with being gay?” I ask him while standing in his face. “Oh so your gay. I should of knew.” He says while laughing. I punch him in the face, and turn around heading to the exit. I look back and see him staring at me in shock which cause me to start to feel bad. However, he kind of deserved it.

I ran back to the hall way and make the mistake of looking back which caused me to ran into something soft. “Watch where you’re going!” I shout at this huge girl with long pretty blonde hair with pink highlights. She picks up my vegetarian guide flyer, reads it, and looks at me. “You’re new here. Hey I am Amber and I am a vegetarian too. Oh and hey this is my boyfriend Jet.” I look at her boyfriend and he is drop dead sexy. He looks like a football player quarterback with dangerous piercing blue eyes while she kind of on the heavy side, but love is funny like that. “Hey I am sorry. I am Oliver.” I whisper as we both get off the ground. I stare at the ground while Amber says, “It is ok.” “You look like something pissed you off.” Jet comments to me. “Well, I just met this homophobic, vegetarian hating, dick named Christian.” I say with anger in my voice. “Oh! You met him already. That sucks but not everyone is like him.” Jet says. I say bye looking at my watch and notice it is 7:30 which means it’s time to go get my class schedule. I head toward the office and quickly get my schedule and notice my classes are on the third floor. I run up the stairs as fast as I can and once my feet finally reach the third floor I collapse. “Damn am I really this out of shape. I can’t believe it even though I am skinny I still can’t climb fucking stairs!” I shout.

I find my class at the end of the hall; I take a deep breath and walk through the doors. I see Amber, Jet, and guess who… the dick Christian. The teacher walks in behind me and says,”Ah so you’re the new student Oliver. Can you please stand in front of the class and introduce yourself for everyone” I nervously walk toward the front of class with everyone’s eyes on me. I reach the front of the classroom, turn around, and open my eyes.

“Hi. I am Oliver” “The vegetarian homo.” Christian interrupts me and all his friends burst out laughing like it’s the funniest thing anyone has ever said. “Yeah Christian I am gay and proud of it. I don’t need to hide behind boxing gloves, sports, and a group of stupid monkeys, and muscles because I love the person I am. I am Oliver an environmentalist, vegetarian, and a caring person; you fucking sorry ass piece of dog shit!” I shout at Christian. Everyone turns to Christian to see his reaction which is mad as hell. He stands up, walks slowly toward me, and says, “Fuck you” then he punches the shit out of me.

I know it sounds lame, but I passed out from his punch. He a freaking boxer and tiny little me could never stand a chance. All I remember is waking up in the nurse’s office around 12:30 with no one in sight. I try to stand up right when the nurse walks in asking,”Are you ok son?” “Yeah I am fine.” I whisper back. “Good because Mr. Test your teacher told me to tell you that you and Christian have detention after school. Now get to your last class.” She says handing me my backpack.

I head to the bathroom and look at my face which is scared for life. I have a dark black eye which make looks like can’t cover. I walk toward my next class when I realize today we get out at 1:30 which is early. Instead of heading to the English, I am supposed to be in Art class. Lucky me because I prefer art than reading. I find my art class which is right next to my first class. I walk in and see everyone that was in my first class even Christian. The teacher Mrs. Smith tells me to stand at the art station where Jet is which is great except its right across from Christian’s station. “What the hell we suppose to be painting?” I ask Jet. “Well, for today anything you want, but we have to share it before class ends.” Jet answers.

I don’t know what to paint, but then it comes to me. I decided to draw a Christian beating up a poor little tree and pissing on it. It takes me only a few minutes to do, and I give it my best effort. I want to make sure it pisses Christian off more than any stupid remark I could make. I finish just in time when I look up I see Christian staring at me. I stare back, but then his eyes give off the impression he flirting with me. I continue to stare at him which causes my eyes to hurt. I swear it looks like he grabbing at his dick, so I quickly rub my eyes and see he just flicking me off. Mrs. Smith makes us bring our art to the sitting circle in front of the class. I listen as Amber describes how she drew her favorite ice cream, Jet describes the symbol he painted of his favorite team, and Christian describes how his art is manly. I never knew manly was cutting down a tree with a chicken leg in one hand and an axe in the other, but hey you learn new things every day.

I stand up and show everyone my art poster which gets applause from some and the evil eye from Christian and his loser squad.”Well, I decided to draw how human simpletons are destroying our environment, and they find some sick pleasure in it as seen here with this man pissing on this poor dying tree. Not only is he peeing on it, he continues to be little its life by beating the shit out of it. Thank you for listening.” I finish and sit down. “Mrs. Smith may I say something, I find little Oli’s poor excuse for this crap pathetic, childish, and downright silly. We as people are superior to plants in every sense. We have a brain, hands, and legs; we can walk. What are plants beside decorations for women?” Christian says with his arms crossed against his chest with an evil grin staring at me.

“Wow you two sure make interesting points. How about we have a contest? Christian and Oliver, I got an idea, why don’t you two make a poster illustrating your own individual points. Then you can write your own reports; I will choose the best as a winner for a special prize. I’ll give you until next week.” Mrs. Smith says while standing in front of the whole class. I don’t know what to say. “Sounds great teach. Bye.” Christian gets up and leaves as the bell rings. Mrs. Smith, Jet, and Amber all look at me for my answer. “I’m in.” I whisper before remembering I have detention. I give Amber and Jet my cell phone number right before I walk into the class of doom.

I see the teacher from this morning sitting in his chair grinning at me. I see that Christian is already here and is writing. I take the sit way in front to get away from him.

”Ok you two. What happened this morning was hella funny, but not acceptable at all. I got in trouble with the principal, so I had to give you two a detention. However, I want some Chinese food, so you two are going to sit your asses here not making a single sound. I am going to lock the door so when its 2:00 you can leave. If you leave before two I will found out and we will try this detention again.” Mr. Test says as he walks out the door. I hear his keys jingle and then the door locks. I want to run right out the door, but I decide to focus on my poster for Mrs. Smith.

Ten minutes into detention Christian starts taking shit again.”I know you thought your little poster about me was funny, but it wasn’t. You know it finally made sense to me. You’re obsessed with me and that poster was your way to handle the fact your no match for me. You stupid bitch.” Christian says while sitting on my desk.

I ignore him which pisses him off. He grabs my paper, and I snatch it back while standing up. He stands up, looks at me, and bawl up his fist. I put my stuff in my backpack, and I see Christian and bawl his fist and grab my shoulders with his hands. He stares in my eyes, and for the first time I can see how amazing his eyes are; they are light green and the light from the sun make them look like they’re made of glass. I fall into his arms kissing his soft gentle lips. I begin to move my lips on his while he stands still in shock; I don’t stop and continue my sweet assault. All of a sudden, he wraps his arms around me and begins kissing me back. Our lips crash into each other repeatedly with nonstop resistance. I start feeling his dick harden which causes me to stop. I push him away and run out the door; he runs behind me. I reach the stairs and look back wishing I never would have done that, yet it felt so right, like destiny.

I get in my car and race home. I pull into the driveway as my cell phone goes off. I answer it and it’s Amber.”Hey Oliver what happened in detention?” Amber asks me with concern in her voice. “Nothing. Why?” I reply. “Nothing. Really? Because Christian is telling everyone you kissed him and sucked his dick, he says you begged him to fuck you just so he drops Mrs. Smith poster idea.” She says. “What! That’s not true. He kissed me… I mean just let him talk.” I rush my words out. “What he kissed you? But Christian isn’t gay, is he? No of course not especially because of Erica.” Amber says more to herself than me. “Erica? All I know is he kissed me.” I reply feeling like I want to cry for being so stupid. Why do I always fall for straight guys? “Oh yeah. Erica his daughter of course you wouldn’t know that, but I believe you especially since the way he was staring at you in art class. Maybe it’s a lie, he probably just doesn’t like. I don’t know but whatever it is, watch out! Bye see you in class tomorrow.” She says before hanging up.

I walk in the house trying my best to avoid my dad, but I accidently bump into him in the kitchen. “Hey sonny boy. Wait, what’s wrong?” He asks me. “You wouldn’t understand.” I whisper grabbing a can of Pepsi. My dad grabs my shoulders and leads me to the kitchen table. He says sit, and I do. “Is it a gay problem? You know I am a guy too so I might understand better than you think.”

“Dad please stop.” I whisper. “Is there a guy you like? Does he have a nice um butt or maybe muscles you use to like that right? I remember that time I took you to the beach, and was all on this man which I thought was weird. Hey boys are hands on.””Dad please. You wouldn’t understand. He completely straight; he likes boxing and has a baby.” I say turning to hide my face with embarrassment. Why am I even telling him this? I get up and try to head toward the stairs, but my dad stands up and grabs my shoulders. “Look son. Those things don’t make a man straight, but instead of playing a game a chance move on.” I turn around and realize my dad is right for once. I go up stairs, close the door, and collapse on my bed, yet no matter how hard I try the tears come down.

* Don't forget to comment, share your thoughts. Do you think this story is interesting enough to continue*