Detention Chapter Nine
By: Robert Jimenez
Typically I hated going to school, but after spending time with Chris for the majority of the weekend, I was actually excited about seeing his face in class. I had fallen asleep smiling Sunday night, and had woke up smiling Monday morning. My happiness almost disturbed me. I wasn't used to being happy for more than one day-more than one hour actually. But I felt relaxed and anxious all at once; relaxed because for once things were going smoothly, with no excessive complications, and anxious because I couldn't wait to see Chris again. I couldn't believe I was so excited to see him. I had just seen him the day before, and the day before that, and the day before-but it seemed like every time I saw him I was seeing him for the first time. Ironically, Chris was the first, and currently only boy who had maintained my interest for such a long period of time (and three weeks is long for me) and I believed that Chris felt the same way about me. I hoped he felt the same way about me.
The bus ride to school was quiet and boring for the first ten minutes or so. I was sitting in the very back row of the bus, looking out the window, when I heard a boy call my name. At first I figured that he was talking to someone else, because obviously I wasn't the only person named Brandon in the world, and also because I really don't know too many people-who knew my name. So I ignored it, and then the guy said, "Hey, Brandon." I turned and so Scott Howard making his way toward the rear of the bus with me. Looking at Scott, it was really difficult to believe that he was only a fifteen-year-old freshman. He had such incredible, mature good-looks, and such a self-assuredness about him that made him seem at least five years older. Scott sat across from me on the bus. He was smiling a whole lot. I had really never talked to Scott Howard at all in life, so I really felt uneasy sitting across from him, just looking at him without saying anything.
"Hey," I said.
Scott kept smiling. He had a really nice smile, but I wanted to know what he was thinking. "So what did you do this weekend?" he asked.
Obviously Scott had talked to Chris and Chris had told him what had gone down over the weekend. "Just kinda hung around," I told him.
Raising an eyebrow, Scott asked, "That all you do? What happened with you and Chris when Billy and me left Friday night?" There wasn't that many people on the bus, especially in the back, so I think Scott that it was alright if he talked really loud, so that the few people who were on the bus could hear everything he said.
"Same thing we always do," I said.
"Which is...?" Scott persisted.
"You know what I'm talking about Scott. Don't play dumb."
Scott shrugged. "That dude...what's his name...Jason? He looked extra pissed off when you told us to get outta your house and Chris stayed."
"It was just too many people and too much going on," I say. "I just really wanted to be alone."
"With Chris," Scott stated.
"Yeah."
The smile on Scott's face faded away. He turned his head to the side so that I only saw the profile of his face. I was almost amazed at how beautiful his face looked when it was turned to the side. There was a few moments of silence between us. The bus stopped at a traffic signal. Looking down the narrow bus aisle, I saw a small Mexican girl staring at me with large dark eyes. For some reason her eyes reminded me of Chris': the kind of eyes that can see right through a person, directly into their mind. The little girl was staring at me like she knew me without ever seeing me before. Finally she turned back around in her seat and began saying something to her mother in whispered Spanish. The bus moved forward, and Scott said to me, suddenly, out of nowhere, "He really likes you." He turned his face back toward my direction. His eyes were really light-colored and piercing.
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"Chris. He really likes you."
My heart skipped. I looked at Scott in disbelief. "How do you know?"
Scott shrugged. "I dunno. I just do." That pensive expression returned to his face, as though he were thinking about something really deep and complex. I just looked at him without saying anything for a while. And then after a few minutes, a question came to my mind.
"Is Billy your boyfriend?" I asked.
Scott gazed at me like I was crazy. "No. What made you think that?"
"I don't know...do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," Scott said firmly. "Had one once and then that shit got fucked up. So I said never again."
"Why? What happened?"
"I liked him more than he liked me." Scott shrugged. "When I was fourteen. I was stupid back then," he said. "I thought that if you really liked somebody, then they would like you back the same way. It really didn't make sense to me back then that someone could like you one day and then all of a sudden not like you the next and move on to someone else just like it meant nothing. I thought if you liked somebody it would just go on forever, but...guess not. So I don't even bother with the idea of being in a relationship."
Forever. I hated the concept of that word. Nothing lasts forever, does it? Even when you really try hard at making something work out, at the end it just fades away doesn't it? You can't really love someone forever can you? I wondered if I could love Chris forever. I was still getting used to the idea of admitting to myself that I loved Chris. But I didn't know how long I would feel that way, or how long he would feel that way about me-hopefully it would be a really long time. But I don't know.
Scott and I got off the bus together and made our way toward the school. As we were walking, I told him, "You don't have to walk with me if you don't want to. I don't want to embarrass you in front of your friends."
"Why would I care if somebody sees you walking with me?" Scott asked.
"I don't know. People might be like 'Why were you walking with that gay dude' or something stupid like that."
"I thought you didn't care what people thought of you," Scott said.
"I don't. But you might."
"No, I don't," Scott said. And then Scott said something that really surprised me. He said, "Brandon, people don't see you the way you think they see you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"More people like you than they would like to admit. A lotta dudes at this school-especially just a lot of 'jocks' or whatever you wanna call em would love to get at you. They're just too afraid. Chris was just the only one that
had enough balls to go for you."
All of that sounded unbelievable and unrealistic to me. "Scott, I don't believe you."
We made our way inside the school gates where there was a lot of students hanging around. "You don't have to believe it if you don't want to, Brandon. But it's true." Scott started to walk off in the direction of his friends. "I'll
talk to you later," he said.
As I went into the school building, making my way down the crowded hallway to my locker, I saw Jason walking in my direction. I got super nervous and tried to look at everybody except for him as he passed by. I wasn't sure if he saw me or not. I hope he didn't.
Chris was already in his desk when I entered Algebra class. He turned and looked at me as I walked through into the classroom. His lips were closed gently, and his face showed no general emotion, but I could tell by his eyes, the way that he looked at me, that he was happy to see me. I sat a couple of seats away from him, close enough, but not too close. I didn't wanna be the type that clings on to someone like a leech, I wanted to at least pretend that I wasn't jumping out of my skin with excitement when looking at Chris. Occasionally, throughout the class period, Chris would turn around and look at me with that same placid expression on his handsome face, and that same look of thinly disguised desire in his eyes. Every time he looked at me, my heart beat skipped. I was becoming more captivated by this boy by the second. It was almost frightening.
During our break between classes, Chris and I spent the entire fifteen minutes kissing each other, rubbing our hard dicks through our jeans, reaching into the backs of each others' jeans and squeezing each others' ass in the isolated aisles of the library. When the bell rang for class to resume, I didn't want to stop kissing and touching Chris, I didn't want to sit through another boring lecture when I could be doing something - someone - much better instead. "Let's just skip class," I said to him. I had never missed one class throughout my entire senior year, but at that moment, as Chris tongue slid down the length of my neck, I really didn't give a fuck about perfect attendance.
"We'll get detention again," Chris whispered, grinding his large, thick hard dick against mine. But even though he said that, Chris didn't seem interested in stopping. Unzipping my pants, he reached inside the opening and pulled out my hard, throbbing dick, which was waiting impatiently for him to handle.
"That's nothing new," I said. "We always have detention."
"Cool with me," Chris responded. And our lips met, hard. Chris pried my mouth open with his tongue, pressing me up against the book stack behind me, causing a thick hardcover book to fall off the shelf. With one hand Chris played with my dick and balls, and with the other hand he placed it beneath my chin, pressing his fingers gently into my skin. Chris slid the waistband of my underwear down more, and his hand reached around behind me to find my ass. He opened my crack with a couple of fingers and then found my asshole with his middle finger, his longest finger. I knew he was about to finger fuck me, but I didn't want him. If he started, then I would want him to fuck me for real, and I wanted to be able to shout loudly, without the risk of being heard, when Chris shoved his eleven inch dick into my ass.
"Don't put it in," I said softly. Chris did what I asked without complaint. He continued to rub my naked butt as we kissed passionately. about fifteen minutes later, I knew we had really had to stop and go back to class. I didn't want to, but I figured that at some point in time, someone was going to find us in the aisles and we would get into a lot of trouble. "We can finish this later," I told him. But Chris wasn't ready to let go of me, and I really didn't want him to either.
"Just a little bit more," Chris said. He licked around my earlobe and his warm breath traveled into my ear, sending pleasant chills throughout me. My hard dick leaked against Chris' jean-covered thigh. I was close to shooting but I forced myself not to. It was hard, but I managed. Again I pulled away from Chris. "We gotta go," I told him.
Chris took my hand and placed it against his hard crotch. "You gonna leave me like this, B? C'mon, just a little..." I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his massive, beautiful cock. It felt so warm and hard against my palm. I pushed Chris against the opposite book stack, went to my knees and brought his dick to my mouth.
I showed up to my AP English class about fifteen minutes late, and surprisingly, my teacher, Ms. Giamatti, didn't make me go to the office to get a pink slip for detention. I wondered if Chris had gotten away so easily. I could still taste his dick in my mouth, and also his sweet cum. As I was going to my seat, I expected to sit behind Jason Coleman as I always had before, but instead I saw Billy Anderson sitting in my desk behind Jason, and they were talking softly to each other about something I couldn't hear. When I passed by, they both looked up at for me. Billy had an amused look in his dark brown eyes and there was a look of resentment in Jason's eyes. So I walked to the rear of the classroom, sitting across from Luke Block, a great-looking, tall, muscular guy with a chill personality. I noticed that everyone in the classroom seemed to be paired up with someone and working on an assignment.
"What's everybody doing?" I asked Luke.
"I don't know," he answered. "Some Shakespeare bullshit. Interpret the themes and symbolisms. I wasn't payin’ attention so I don't know."
I pulled out my copy of MacBeth and turned to the third act. As I flipped through the pages, Luke asked me, in a very secretive whisper, "Are you fuckin’ Chris Green?" The question stunned me like a tranquilizer to the chest. For a moment I couldn't breathe. Why is that everybody in the whole fucking school knew about me and Chris? Did somebody announce it over the loudspeakers or post flyers on everyone's locker. I didn't even know how to respond to that question, so I didn't say anything at all. But Luke wouldn't take my silence as an answer. He was annoyingly persistent. "Is it true?" he demanded.
"Why is it so important that you know?" I questioned back.
"Is he your boyfriend?" Luke was trying to keep his voice down, but at the same time, he wasn't being too successful at whispering.
"Let's not talk about this right now and do the goddamn assignment," I said sharply.
"I'm just sayin," Luke said, quietly, "if he's not your boyfriend, and you're just fuckin around, maybe me and you could chill one day, you know." Luke smiled, a really charming and seductive smile. But I wasn't too impressed. I was bewildered. Thinking back to what Scott had told me earlier, about how a lot of guys at this school were interested in me and I just didn't know it, perhaps he was right. But damn, it was really difficult for me to believe that hot-ass 'straight' guys like Luke Block were suddenly interested in me. Three weeks ago nobody knew I existed, or if they did know that I existed they treated me as though I was some fucked up mutant thing, and now all these dudes, dudes I’ve never even thought would know my name, wanted to get at me. Being my usual paranoid and distrustful self, I was just suspecting that Luke was just fucking around with me, I wouldn't allow myself to believe that he was actually being serious with me. Dudes that hot don't take interest in me-well, except for Chris...and Billy... and Jason...Mr. Wilson...and I think Scott. But other than that, nobody.
Trying to sound calm and all, I told Luke, "No, I don't think that's a cool idea. Thanks though."
"I mean you know what I'm sayin," Luke said, "if you and Chris ever need an extra person when you're doin’ what your doin’ I wouldn't mind gettin’ in, you know." He took out a pen and wrote his phone number on the
margin of one of the pages in my book.
"Who told you I was with Chris?" I asked. "I'm not mad or anything, I just wanna know."
Luke nodded in Billy's direction. I don't know why I didn't guess that Billy had told on me. Looking over at him, I saw him talking to Jason. They were whispering something to each other. It was weird, because they were talking and smiling at each other as though they had been friends for years. Their feet were rubbing up against each others' underneath their desks. Billy felt my eyes on him and turned and looked at me. He gave me a wink and turned back to look at Jason. I wanted to punch his face in. I gazed over at Jason, at his handsome face. I watched as he smiled at Billy and how his eyes lit up. It seemed strange that only three days ago, Jason was so interested in me, and now he had sharply cut off all his attraction to me and from the looks of it, had redirected it toward Billy. I couldn't see Billy and Jason being together, they had such opposite personalities - but then, so did me and Chris - well at least in the beginning. Even though I had gotten over Jason, I honestly didn't expect him to get over me so quickly. I couldn't help but to feel a little jealous watching Billy and Jason together.
Billy's locker is kinda close to mine, so I made sure I pass in his direction as I made my way to my own locker after English class. Billy was stuffing books into his locker. He turned around just as I approached him, as though he were expecting me to come talk to him.
"Brandon," he said. It was kinda weird the way he said my name, I don't really know why. "I don't know where Chris is."
"I'm not really looking for Chris right now," I told him.
"Then who are you looking for?"
"You."
Billy closed his locker, pressed his back against the wall, with his muscular arms crossed and a large smirk on his face. "Now what do you need to see me for? More fun in the gym? What would Chris think?" There was a bit of resentment in Billy's voice with that last statement.
"This isn't about Chris," I said, "it's about Jason."
"You mean the dude you fucked over?"
"I didn't...it wasn't like that, Billy."
Shrugging, Billy said, "Looks that way to me, B."
"Don't call me that."
Billy's taunting smile faded a little bit. "Right. I forgot. That's only for Chris...he told me that the two of you had an interesting weekend."
My silence was his answer.
"So what did you wanna come talk to me about, Brandon?" Billy asked, already knowing the answer. "I mean if you came over here to tell me that you want me to stay away from Jason, then I would have to tell you to kiss my fuckin' ass...well, you've already done that...so then I would tell you to piss the fuck off. But...maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you're interested in knowin’ what kinda day I had today. So what is it, Brandon, what did you want to talk to me about?" There was the ultimate look of victory on Billy's ruggedly good-looking face. When I didn't answer, he said, "Thought so. Go run along to your little boyfriend and leave me alone." Billy walked off, mixing in with the giant crowd.
I felt pretty upset for the rest of the day. And to make things worst, I forgot that I had a test in Ms. Navarro's Spanish class, which I didn't get to study for, because I was too busy having Chris' big dick rammed up my ass.
Chris sat next to me. I stared blankly at the test sheet in front of me, having no idea what the fuck I was supposed to do. There were a lot of parts of the test where I had to translate words and sentences from English to Spanish and vice-versa. It made my head hurt just thinking about it. Trying to be as discreet as possible, I looked over at Chris' test. I had figured that Chris would be just as stuck as I was, but that wasn’t true. He was breezing through those questions so fast I thought his paper would catch on fire. I hate cheating, and I've never ever cheated on a test, but for some reason I felt like I needed to at that moment. I kept taking sneak glances at Chris' test. I don't think Chris was aware of it at first, but then I think he began to feel my eyes watching him. He turned and looked at me, noticed that my test was pretty much blank, and slid his paper over in my direction a little bit so that I could see his answers better. Being the dumb ass I am, I just copied down all his answers - I really didn't care if they were wrong or not, I just didn't want to leave anything blank. The stupidity of it all, was that Chris and I sit in the second row, where it's very possible for Ms. Navarro to see us. I didn't think about that at all until I was on the last page and looked up at her desk to see Ms. Navarro glaring at me with the most angriest look I think I person could give. At that moment I just knew it was over. My heart just kinda sank down to my stomach and I put my pencil down. The bell rang and everyone placed their tests on Ms. Navarro's desk.
"Brandon Newman and Christopher Green, I need to talk to the two of you." Of course she said it super loud so everybody could hear. As people were leaving the classroom, they took little glances at me, snickering as they left. I felt so embarrassed, guilty, and dumb. When the classroom was clear, Ms. Navarro sat down at the edge of her desk and looked at Chris and I with fire in her eyes. "What is wrong with the both of you?" she asked. "Do you love being in trouble that much?"
Chris laughed a little bit.
"There's nothing funny about this at all. The both of you know that cheating is not acceptable in this class, and it's not acceptable in this school. I could probably have the both of you suspended right now for doing this."
That word 'suspended' sent unpleasant tremors throughout my body. Chris didn't seem affected by it at all.
"But I'm not. Instead, both of you will be getting zeros on the test, and since the two of you like it so much, a week of detention. And I will be sending phone calls to both of your parents."
"Don't even bother with that," Chris said, "my parents don't care."
Very cruelly, Ms. Navarro replied, "I see why."
Chris didn't respond. His face just went really blank and emotionless, which meant he was super angry. I wasn't bothered by Ms. Navarro calling my mother, because my mother was at work most of the time, and I could just erase the message on the answer machine before she came home.
"Your detention will start tomorrow after school, in Mr. Wilson's classroom. He's here until seven every evening, so I'm going to tell him to keep you for as long as possible. Your last day of detention will be Saturday morning." She held up our tests. "And if anything like this happens again, I will personally make sure that both of you are out of this school. Now get out of my classroom."
I was pretty much numb as I left the classroom. It just proves my theory that every good day of my life is followed by a really fucked up one. Detention for a week, with Mr. Wilson, I just knew it was going to be the worst fucking nightmare in the world. As me and Chris made our way to the parking lot to his truck, Chris noticed the concerned look on my face and he told me, "Don't stress, B. It's not that bad."
"Chris, what do you mean it's not that bad: we flunked our test, got detention from Mr. Sexual Harassment Man for a whole week. How is that not bad to you?"
I was really upset as Chris drove me home. I was mad at Billy Anderson, mad at Ms. Navarro, and mad at myself for being so stupid.
"It'll be okay, B." Chris said.
"Nothin is never just 'okay'. There's always gotta be some bullshit behind everything."
As Chris pulled up into my driveway he asked me, "Do you want me to come inside?" I didn't know if meant my house or my ass.
"Yeah. I do."
Chris turned off the engine and we both got out of the car. As I unlocked the front door, Chris came up behind me, kissing the back of my neck, rubbing his crotch against my ass. Even when I felt my worst, Chris always knew how to make me feel better. I unlocked the door and we both went in. As soon as we got inside, we were all over each other, kissing and about to rip off each other's clothes, and that's when I felt another presence in the room. I pulled away from Chris, and turned to see my mother sitting on the couch, arms crossed, a grim expression on her face. I first I thought it was an illusion, that my mind was just fucking with me.
But then she said, looking at Chris and I fiercely, "We need to talk."
To Be Continued...
