BRRRING!! "SHIT!" I muttered, I was late for gym once again, If I didn't make it there in less than 2 minutes, coach was definitely going to skin my ass, I was rushing into the boy's locker room, when I felt a strong hand shove me against the lockers; I shuddered violently when a warm breath tickled my neck. "P...pl...Please don't hurt me!" I stuttered as tears started to pool on my eyes. I hoped and prayed it wasn't Stiles ...aaahhh Stiles Montgomery the bane of my existence and also every gay teenagers worst living nightmare, that brooding green eyes hunk had been bullying me since I came out of my mother. His mother just happened to be my mother childhood best friend, as if getting bullied at school wasn't bad enough now I was getting bullied at home too...MY HOUSE! Ridiculous I know.
"Shhhh, I would NEVER hurt you Bryson", the stranger whispered again my neck, his voice thick with arousal...I recognized that voice anywhere....it... it was...no it couldn't be. IT WAS BRAEDEN SALVERDA! The love of my life, a walking erection; every teenage boy's-gay or straight-wet dream. Oh my god this boy was just beautiful, he oozed sex from his pores. He was perfect in a non perfect way, which is what I loved most about him. He spun me around and just stared at me, I knew that if I died right then and there, I was going to die with a shit-eating grin plastered on my face. I noticed his head leaning in...He was going to kiss me, BRAEDEN FUCKING SALVERDA WAS GOING TO KISS ME! Nothing in this world could ruin this moment...absolutely nothing!
Suddenly I felt myself being violently shook and before I could kiss him, I woke up. "WHAT THE FUCK! ", I barked at the blurry figure in front of me.
"Whoa! Calm down fag, it was only a dream", Stiles chuckled as he jumped on my bed and lay down beside me.
I sighed and fell back on the bed. "Holy shit" I muttered, I could feel erection bobbing up and down through the thin sheets on my bed.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing here!" I turned my head towards him and glared at him.
"Mom told me to come wake you up...so wanna tell me who you were dreaming about, cause I can see it just wasn't an innocent dream" he teased, briefly glancing at the tent sheet beneath my waist.
" mmm k one, it's Brianna, or your mother, not mom k because you saying that makes me feel like we are related and the thought of us being related makes me cringe violently and secondly I don't appreciate you barging in MY room and disrupting my sleep, ok I was this close to kissing Bra..." I quickly stopped myself from saying anymore, I can't believe I almost gave away who I was dreaming about...especially to my bully.
"Don't fucking talk to me that way," he snarled at me "I decided to give you a day off from my daily beatings but if you piss me off, I'll beat you within an inch of your life".
It was then I realized that he didn't hit me, before the first thing he did when he saw me was push me against the wall and strangle me till I almost black out then he would release his hold; only to punch me in the gut. But today, he didn't even put his hands on me...well only when he tried waking my up but other than that he didn't touch me and I was HAPPY!
"I'm sorry" I whispered as I stared at him, I always thought Stiles was hot. He has the greenest eyes ever which were framed by his thick long jet black lashes. He was the hottest guy I've ever laid my eyes on...of course next to Braeden. He was about 6 feet tall and had a lean but really muscular build, he had a perfect tan all year round, and god knows how he does it. His hair is always in a crew cut...sort of like Beckhams except his was a lot darker and he was also always sporting a 5 o'clock shadow.
"wanna tell who this person is", he asked actually more like demanded. I knew I had to tell him, because if I lied and he found out I might as well dig my grave now because I was sure he would murder me. That was one thing Stiles hated being lied to.
" uh...uhm, it...it's well, it's no one, no one you know", I stuttered as I got up to get out of bed but then I realized I was naked.
"So if it's no one...no one I know then I don't see why you can't tell me"
"Can you please get off the sheets I need to go to the bathroom, I have to get ready for school in 10 minutes, Stiles", I mumbled, trying but failing to get the sheets from under him.
"Not until you tell me who it is", he sneered as he settled down more on the sheets.
"What's it to you anyways, why do you care soo much" I yelled at him...but the second I did it I regret it. And before I could dodge his fist the came crashing down at the side of my face which sent me sprawling on the floor.
I felt his hard body straddle my hips as he lowered his face close to mine and said "TELL ME NOW!...you don't want to provoke me Bry", he growled.
I tried to pull him off me but any movements only made hard dick pushed right up against his ass, I knew he could feel it, but he didn't say anything.
"Please Stiles, let me go" I pleaded.
"I know what will make you answer", he said, smirking as he lowered his hand down between our bodies, me thinking he was going to grab my dick thrusted my hips forward and groan loudly, then I noticed he went past my dick into his pockets and brought out his switch blade, but froze when he felt me thrust and groan against him. I gasped when I saw the knife, he relaxed a little but I could still feel him tensed against me and as he cocked his head and whispered in shock.
'You queer, Brooks?"
"I...I, no I just...I'm sorry", I whispered faintly as my lips quivered.
He stared at me for what seemed to be eternity, then he did something I never in my life thought Stiles Montgomery would do, he leaned in closer than before and kissed my forehead, his warm soft lips sent shiver all the to my dick. I sighed and pulled him close to me and hugged him, I don't care if he hated me but right now I needed that hug so I clunged to him for dear life.
Feel uncomfortable now, he tried pulling away but I refused to let go. "Ok, that's enough Bryson, I need to get up", he said.
"No, not yet, please I need this...I...I need you", I pleaded, I have no idea what came over me but I started showering his neck with kisses as I thrust my hips forward more urgently now, I could feel him getting hard.
"STOP THIS NOW", He ordered, but I was too aroused to give a shit. I really needed to kiss him, as he knew, I felt him cup my face in his warm soft hands and he leaned his face towards mine and just as he was about to kiss me.
"STILES, BRYSON, GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT; YOU ARE NOW 20 MINTUES LATE FOR SCHOOL", my mom and Stiles's mom screamed in unison.
He quickly pulled himself up and stumbled, backing away from me panting heavily, I sat up and was about to say something when he shot his hands up and said the three most hurtful things anyone has ever said to me and it just killed me. "YOU SICK FAG", he spat those venomous words out like they taste bitter in his mouth. And he walked out of my room angrily, slamming the door behind him.
I sat there on the floor, with tears in my eyes pulling my knees to my chest I rocked back and forth and bawled my eyes out.