Too perfect to be true. Part 3

Mr. O’Hare slammed Jacob’s Cell phone onto the ground. With a loud stomp he crushed his foot on top of it smashing it into a thousand pieces. Jacob hid his face deeper into his arms. Ray O’Hare slapped his hand extremely hard against his son’s head.

“It’s your mother’s fucking fault!” Mr. O’Hare started.

“Don’t say that!” Jacob screamed into his arms, sobbing.

“Why not!? She’s the fucking artist. That stupid cunt…making my son a fag.”

Jacob continued to cry.

“Pick your fucking face up.” Ray said pulling Jacob up by the hair. “I didn’t raise a faggot. You hear?”

Jacob pressed his eyes close tighter.

“Now get dressed. We’re going to go visit Northwestern today. I came home to spend your vacation with you. To go look at some good schools for you. And I find you with that ugly homo. What I saw up there…that’s NOT my son…you understand?”

Jacob nodded.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

“Yes!” Jake cried.

“Get the fuck upstairs. AND THROW OUT YOUR FUCKING SHEETS. That sick little fuck got faggot cum all over them.”

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Will walked towards the school with the most dizzying feeling he had ever known. He hadn’t seen Jacob since the incident. He didn’t know what Jacob was feeling. He had spent the week with Kate at her parent’s cabin and all he could do was think of Jacob. He was dying to see him. Dying to hold again and tell him it would be alright…he wanted Jacob to hold him too. To look down at him with that sweet smile and tell him that he looked like an angel again.

He shuffled into the school with the rest of the students. A few people tried to say hello to him and ask him how his vacation was. He muttered a couple words and continued on his way.

“See you in class babe.” Kate said kissing him on the cheek. She watched as Will desperately searched the hallway. “Don’t do this to yourself Will. It’s not going to be good.”

“Stop it.” Will replied sharply. “I’ll see you later.”

The crowds cleared and the second bell drew closer. Will still hadn’t seen Jacob. He panned the hallways again…and finally…Jacob came around the corner at him. Will stood square in the hallway in plain sight. He felt completely nauseous as Jacob came towards him. But…Jacob wasn’t looking at him. He had a stoic expression on his face. He looked completely numb. The entire length of the hallway Jacob didn’t even lift an eye towards Will. Will was heartbroken.

“Jake.” He said softly as Jacob walked by.

But Jacob continued on and left Will standing there. Completely alone.

Will skipped his first two periods. He didn’t have the strength to go to them. He continued on during the day and didn’t even try to find Kate at lunch. He got in his own car and took off to try and get some food.

The students at his high school usually went off campus to get food at the local shopping center. Will wasn’t hungry but this was a location that he usually saw Jacob at before they were together. He figured if he could just confront him off campus they may actually be able to talk. He needed to talk to Jacob. He needed to say something…anything.

It was when he was making his way into Subway for a sandwich that he crossed Jacob’s path. Jacob was leaning against the brick building intimately talking to Erin Peterson. Jacob looked at Will for a moment and turned quickly back to Erin. Will’s mind was racing. He stared blankly at the two. Jacob whispered something into Erin’s ear and Ear let out and screeching laugh. She put her hand on Jacob’s chest and smiled.

“I’ll see you later.” She said and danced past Will who was still staring at Jacob.

Jacob started to walk by Will as well and Will stopped him with his hand.
“Jake stop.”

“Go away Will.” Jacob replied. He refused to look at him.

“I just want to talk man. Why can’t we just talk?” Will pleaded.

“Get you hand off of my chest Will.”

“No…just look at me.” Will stammered.

“Stop it!”

“Jacob we need to talk about it.”

“I asked you Will. I fucking asked you to stop.” Jacob snapped.

“Please…if you don’t want to talk now fine I get it. But let’s talk alone. After school. My last class is history in room 23 and…”

“Get your fucking faggot hand OFF of me Will!” Jacob screamed. He looked Will straight in the eyes. Will’s legs buckled.

“You…you don’t mean that. You didn’t mean…” But Will couldn’t say anything more. Jacob stormed past him and was gone.

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On a normal day, Will usually enjoyed his history class. He usually enjoyed his teacher and he usually enjoyed his classmates. Especially David, who Will and Jacob had run into their night at the movie theatre. David was just a sweet lug and found Will to be extremely funny.

But Will was in no mood to be funny today. He was so heartbroken he could barely lift his face. He was also ready to snap at anyone who tried to get in his way.

“Dude Will what’s your deal…you look like you just smelled you Grandma’s pussy.” David laughed.

“Shut up David.” Will barked.

“WOAH…man I’m just joking. Jesus. What the fuck happened to you?” David asked.

“Hey guys! Quiet. Read your books.” Scolded Mr. Ericson, Will’s teacher.

Will always liked Mr. Ericson. He was a student teacher who had finally made his move up into a full time teaching position. Mr. Ericson was young and incredibly handsome. He always reminded Will of John Stamos. He wore dockers and a tucked in, slim fit dress shirt everyday that showed off just enough chest hair. His hair was black and slicked back in a soft way. He had a glowing smile and just the right amount of stubble everyday. The girls would swoon all class and Will admits that he often found himself swooning as well. It was when Mr. Ericson would turn around to wipe the white board clean that Will found himself the most turned on. Mr. Ericson had a killer butt. Will often caught himself staring at the clenching ass muscles as Mr. Ericson would reach for the higher part of the white board.

David leaned back into Will. David had a buzz cut and a goofy smile. He was charming though. He was thick but had enough muscle that he didn’t look heavy by any means. For a football jock, he actually had a decent amount of style and always looked sharp…Will thought that was a good thing…because it balanced out his clumsy personality.

“So…you still hanging out with Jake?” David asked.

Will shot David a sharp look. “Why?”

“No reason. I just thought we should all hang if you were. Jacob’s cool.” David said. Will couldn’t help but feel that he was testing the waters. He stared silently at David without replying. “Unless…that’s what’s bothering you.” David said.

“Fuck off man.” Will turned away steaming.

“Oh what? You two lovebirds break up or something.”

“What!?” Will turned back quickly. “What are you talking about.”

“Oh c’mon. I knew you two were gonna go fuck hardcore that night. I could see it in your sweating faces.”

“You’re wrong. Just fuck off man.” Will sighed.

“Admit it and I won’t tell everyone.”

“FUCK YOU MAN.” Will yelled.

Mr. Ericson stood up from his desk.“WILL! Are you out of your mind? Quiet!” He snapped.

“I mean it man. All you gotta do is just admit…that you fucked Jacob’s little fudge hole.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me with this.” Will couldn’t believe it.

“DAVID AND WILL! Be quiet.” Mr. Ericson was quickly loosing his patience.

“I’m not admitting anything.” Will told David.

“Dude, you are so obvious.” David said sitting back and laughing in his chair.

“Fuck you man.”

“So how far did you two go? Did you fuck him…did he stick his fucking tool up your ass? Did it hurt?” David laughed.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Will screamed this time. The whole class looked up at him. David quickly grabbed his pencil and pretended to write.

“Yeah real smooth David.” Mr. Ericson started. “Will go sit over there. Both of you see me after class.”