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I picked up my glasses and looked at the clock.
"12 o'clock he said to no one."
I decided to take a quick shower to shake some of my sleepiness off. I went downstairs and made myself a small breakfast, despite the time, before retreating upstairs to my room.
I didn't have anything planned, despite the fact that my first day of my second year of high school was tomorrow. So I decided to just lay in bed and let my mind wander to the events that caused my life to turn so drastically in the last six months.
Well before I continue I guess I should give some personal information about myself.
My name is Giovanni Thomas but my friends (the few I had left) call me Gio or Von. I grew up in California until my mother and I moved to Stone Creek when I was in 7th grade. Now don't get me wrong, I loved the area but the life that I left behind called to me so of course I never felt like I truly belonged. Nevertheless, I had a large group of friends and was decently popular.
I was 5'6 (I only grew one inch in my freshmen year so my current height is 5'7) and I have red-brown hair which is in a curly flat top which is unusual for skin tone. I am African American with a dash of Native American so I have nice hair and darker skin. My eyes are an intense hazel brown color (match my personality) and I have always been told that I have this look in my eyes that displays my inner genius.
I started to run track and swim when I got to stone creek so I have a lean body. I am also small in most regards (size doesn't mean everything because I can leg press at least 800 lbs). I weigh about 130 lbs. and it is mostly muscle the only fat I have is on my butt and because of that boys are always making comments when they think that I can't hear them.
I guess that I can tell you that I am gay since everyone else knows. I came out to my mother when I was 10 (yes I knew that early) with tears running down my cheeks. I will always find it funny when she asked me if I or someone else had hurt me because I was crying so much. She really could care less about my sexual preferences and told me that she would love me no matter what. Sadly when I was ousted at school, they were much less supportive. I am currently boyfriend-less. That is also why I am in my current situation.
I was in love with my best friend the second I met him. Scott towered above me at a height of 5'10 so I was always looking up at him. Everything from his buzz cut ginger hair to his green eyes, to the wisping starts of a moustache, to the beginnings of a linebacker's body made Scott the perfect man, well at least in his eyes.
While Scott was extremely sexy in my opinion, he wasn't too bright. He did ok in class when he tried hard but I usually tutored him whenever he had a big test coming up. I, however, never loved Scott for his intelligence; I loved Scott for his kind and protective personality.
Scott was pretty much my bodyguard from the first day we met when he beat up an eight-grader who was bullying me. Because of that I was always his devoted friend and partner and as he rose through the ranks of popularity so did I.
Scott was always at my swim and track meets and I was always at his football games and wrestling tournaments.
I guess you could say that I feel in love with something and that blinded my perception of the real world so...
Well as with all good things, my happy carefree live had to end at some point. I got to a point when I was always hard when Scott talked to me or when we were alone together. So one day after lunch in our last block, I shot him a quick text to meet me in the bathroom to talk. I assumed that if it didn't go well, then I could go home and wallow. With my heart beating 100 mph I walked to the bathroom then checked to make sure that it was deserted.
When Scott walked in I blurted out to him that I was gay and in love with him. He said nothing but walked over and gave me a huge bear hug.
"I will always be here for you," were the last words he said to me right before the bathroom door opened and the biggest and most homophobic asshole in our school walked in.
Tyler's eyes land right on the two of us and his eternal scowl turned into a anger and ugly face.
"What the fuck is going on!?"
Now, while Scott wasn't the brightest person in the world, he wasn't the stupidest either. So when he pushed me off because the most popular kid who was also the quarterback walked in I wasn't surprised. I was surprised, however, when he pointed to.
"That fag tried to kiss me." Scott nearly yelled.
I looked in horror as Scott seal my fate. The brief look that I got of his face had regret written all over it. Tyler approached me, but I somehow darted past him and out of the bathroom all the way home.
I knew at that point my life could get no worst but little did I know how wrong I was. You know I think Dante had it right when he described the different levels of hell because the next morning started my torture.
All the way to my locker, I could feel eyes on me and I when I was slammed into my locker by one of the linebackers, I knew that my true torture had begun.
For the rest of the year, I was alone. I was ridiculed and taunted in so many ways that I lost count. It got so bad that I had to quit the swimming team (track people didn't care just as long as I pulled my weight). My only friends became the people on the track team who would still talk to me and Scott moved on somewhat. I for some reason could always feel him watching me and I knew that he wanted to say something but he deserved to suffer, so I made sure that we were never alone.
I was so thankful when my freshmen year ended, I ran at top speed all the way home and hopped into bed and I didn't leave it for a week.
I decided to relive some stress the best way that I could and since my mom would be home till midnight, I had some time. I pulled out my computer and went to my favorite sight. After some time I realized that I was getting nowhere and put the computer away.
My mind drifted to Scott and some of the sexier boys in our school like Max Bukin and Jack Donovan. Likewise, my hand drifted to my cock and slowly started to stroke up and down.
Giovanni stroked faster, increasing the pressure of his fist as he thought of himself and the others having a huge orgy. With a groan, he froze in ecstasy and let loose, spurting his load on the tile in the shower with a loud sigh that was muffled by the water.
I quickly cleaned myself and a few minutes later I got up and took another shower, dried off, and hopped into bed. I decided that I was going try to make tomorrow as fun as I possibly could because I was going to try and make it as best he could through his remaining years in school.
I was brought out of my thoughts by the howl of a wolf that sounded somewhat close, however I ignored it. And, sometime later, I fell into a peaceful slumber.
Little did I know that the person who would end up permanently changing my life forever was sleeping just a few miles away and that tomorrow our paths would cross.
-To be continued-
Guys this is a completely revised version of my story because I felt like it was getting out of control I have many surprises in the future for my loving fans so be prepared
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