Not Like All The Others

Authors Note: Sorry this took so long. It’s here now. There will be one more chapter after this and then an epilogue. I’m going to TRY to put up the last chapter next Saturday and the epilogue the Saturday after that. I’m still taking requests for a sequel. Also if there is an issue or whatever you would like me to cover in the sequel or just something you want to see you can let me know and I’ll try and put it in there somewhere. Okay. Enjoy now.

JUSTIN’S POV


I try and push my self away from the cold metal locker that is digging into my face but the hand on my back just pushes me even harder into it. I feel blood running down my chin from where the initial slam into the locker busted open my lip. I guess Chris has finally decided that he has had enough of me avoiding him. He sure as hell is making up for the lost time. I know it was a little foolish to think that I could avoid him for the entire year, even though it had worked up until a few days ago. I listen to Chris’ goons laugh around me and decide that outside of football and kicking my ass they honestly have no lives what so ever. They should get a fucking hobby. The hand on my back finally releases me and my body collapses to the ground. I receive a hard kick to my back as a parting gift. I wait until I hear the mob of assholes leave the building before pulling myself back up. No need to do it with them still here. Not when it will only give them a chance to shove me back down. I walk out of the building and head to Brian’s. I wipe the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. Brian’s going to be pissed. He never hesitates to let me know what he thinks of Chris whenever I see him after I get a beating. At first I thought about trying to deny that anything was going on and just hope to make it through the year. But no such luck. Chris always leaves at least one little tale-tell sign of his abuse. A bruise here, a busted lip there. And even if they aren’t always visible to everyone Brian always finds them. The only way to avoid him seeing them would be to avoid him and that’s just not going to happen. If it gets any worse I think he may tie me up in his loft and never let me come back to school. And while I wouldn’t mind never being able to see Chris and his dickhead friends again, I do however want to graduate. I shake my head and decide that I have already spent too much time thinking about Chris. I start to think about the art show this weekend. God, I am so nervous. I’ve never put my work in a show before. Not one like this anyway. Just small school shows where only the teachers that are judging and students that are helping get to see the work. Brian is going to drive me to the GLC on Saturday. I’m staying the night with him tonight and Friday night. While I have been spending more time at my house I’m still spending most of my time at Brian’s. He doesn’t seem to mind. It’s not so bad at my house any. At least I’m not getting bitched out as soon as I walk in the door anymore. My mom some how managed to convince my dad that at least I was staying with Brian and not on the streets so now he doesn’t really say anything about it when I come home. And as a result, I come home more often now. I know that my mom has been trying really hard to get my dad to support me, despite the age difference between Brian and me. And even though I haven’t told her, I really do appreciate it. Maybe I’ll spend the night at my house on Saturday night so I can tell her about the art show. I know she would probably want to come but Brian is going to be there and even though she’s been really good about all of this, I’m not sure she would be very comfortable in the same room with my lover all night. I decide that my mom not coming is for the best right as I get to Brian’s. I open the door, ride up the elevator, and use my key to get into the loft. As I pull open the door I’m surprised to see Brian at his computer. I can’t help but smile. “Hey, I thought you would be at work for a few more hours.” He shuts down whatever it was he was working on and shuts off the computer.

“I thought I would surprise you.” he says as he turns in his chair. When I see the look that comes over his face I remember my encounter with Chris right before I left school. He stands up and moves across the room. He takes a hold of my chin and moves my head so he can see my lip better. I can see the muscles in his jaw tighten as he grits his teeth. See, I knew he would be mad. “What did he do this time?” he asks me as he pulls me into the bathroom to fix up my lip. He’s started keeping a first aid kit in there due to how often I come over beat up. That’s pretty bad huh.

“He pushed me into another locker.” I answer his question. I can tell he’s gritting his teeth again. He cleans my lip off and pulls me into a light kiss. “Something needs to be done about this asshole.” I decide it’s time to distract him before he starts on a tirade.

“Yeah. Something does. But first something needs to be done about this.” I take his hand and bring it down to the erection that I get anytime I’m within twenty feet of Brian. He smiles and raises his eyebrow at me. He knows exactly what I’m doing. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything and just pulls me into the bedroom. I swear I love the fact that he knows when I don’t want to talk about something.


BRIAN’S POV


I lie in bed and watch Justin sleep. I’m going to have to wake him up for school soon but he looks so relaxed when he is asleep that I really don’t want to. Hell, I don’t want him at that school at all. Not with all the bruises he always comes home with. Justin insists that it’s not a big deal because there are only a four more months left of school. But four months is a long time where this shit could get a lot worse. And I don’t know how much longer I can stand seeing him all beat up and restrain myself from killing that mother fucker. I see Justin start to stir. He peaks open one eye and smiles at me. “Good morning.” I say to him. He pulls my hand up and kisses it in response. Apparently it’s too early for him to string words together. “You have to get up. It’s time for school.” He lets out a long groan and buries his head under a pillow. I reach down under the covers and start to rub my hand over his morning wood. I hear a muffled moan from under the pillow. I continue rub my hand up and down his shaft for several more minutes before suddenly stopping and getting out of bed. He tears the pillow from his head and glares at me. It takes everything I have not to laugh at the look on his face. “I’ll finish it in the shower if you hurry up and get your ass out of bed.” I tell him before going into the bathroom. He’s in the room with me before I even have a chance to start the shower. He’s so easy sometimes.


After the shower Justin and I both get dressed and I drive him to school. He leans over and kisses me before getting out of the jeep. I watch him walk up to the building. About half way there I hear someone shout something at him. He’s too far away from me to hear what it was but Justin ducks his head down so I can guess. I look over to where the noise came from and see none other than Chris Hobbs. I know who he is because Justin made the mistake of pointing him out to me one time when I dropped him off at school, something that he admitted he immediately regretted as soon as he did it. I look back to Justin and watch him walk into the school with his head ducked down low like he is trying to attract as little attention as possible. It’s then that I decide I’ve finally had enough of this shit. I turn off my jeep and get out. I walk across the well-manicured lawn of the school and come up behind Chris. He’s trying to charm some bimbo. Right now there is nothing I would like better than to beat his ass into the sidewalk. But I know that if I beat the shit out of a teenager in front of a private school I probably wont be able to make Justin’s art show tomorrow. As a matter of fact I probably wont be seeing him much at all. So while a physical beating would be the most satisfying, a verbal threat is going to have to do. I reach out and tap the jackass on the back. He swings around like he’s about to cuss me out for interrupting his Romeo routine but quickly thinks twice when he notices that the top of his head only comes up to my chin. “Chris Hobbs?” He nods his head. He can’t figure out what the fuck is going on. I look over to the blonde girl that he was talking to. She makes no attempt to hide the fact that she’s checking me out. Even smiles and winks at me. See, what’d I say. Slut.

“Fuck off.” The smile on her face quickly disappears and she glares at me before leaving. I turn back to Chris who looks completely bewildered. I smile at him but it is anything but friendly. I take a step forward until I’m only a few inches away from him. “Stay. Away. From. Justin.” I say to him slowly, as if I was talking to a retarded five year old. I can’t help but feel like they are probably on the same level. My voice is low and the threat behind it is clear but just to make sure he gets the point I decide to elaborate. “If you don’t, then I’m going to kick your ass so hard that you wont have to worry about what insults you’re going to shout out to him each morning because your jaw is going to be wired shut.” I take a step back away from him. His face has gone pale and he hasn’t said anything. I turn to go back to my jeep. Fueled on by impetuous courage, I guess he decides that he wants the last word. He comes up behind me and pushes me forward. As I turn around to shove my foot up his ass he pulls back his fist to throw a punch. He never gets a chance to. An older man in an ugly gray suit catches his hand behind him.

“Mr. Hobbs. Just what is it exactly that you think you are doing?” the man glares down at the squirming student that he is still holding by the arm.

“Nothing Sir.” He opens his mouth to speak again but is cut off.

“Well Mr. Hobbs, it sure didn’t look like nothing. And this isn’t the first time you have been suspected of violence on school property.” I cross my arms over my chest and watch amused as the older man berates the little prick. I still would have liked to kick his ass though. The man tells Chris to go to his office and wait for him there. The boy trudges off but not before shooting me a glare. One the older man happens to catch. “My office. NOW!” he shouts at the boy before turning back to me. “I’m so sorry. He will be taken care of. This isn’t the first time that he has gotten in trouble for violence but something will definitely be done with him. I’m the principal.” He holds out his hand as he introduces himself. I reach out and shake his hand. “Were you here to speak with one of the teachers?” he asks me. I shake my head no.

“I was just here to drop someone off.” I tell him as I turn and start to head back to my car. I hear the principal yell out another sorry and a promise that Chris Hobbs will be punished. I know they probably wont expel him this close to the end of the year. But hopefully they will at least keep a closer eye on him. I get back in my car and head to work.


I pull my loft door open and throw my briefcase down on the sofa. Damn today dragged on forever. I look up as Justin runs out of the bedroom and throws himself into my arms. He’s happy about something. “What’s up with you? You excited about tomorrow?” I ask him. He shakes his head.

“No. Well, yes. But that’s not why I’m happy right now. Guess what?” He’s beaming like crazy.

“I’ve told you before. I don’t guess. Just tell me.” He reaches up and wraps his arms around my neck.

“Chris isn’t going to be at school anymore.” If possible his smile gets even bigger. I have to admit I’m a little bit shocked at that information.

“What do you mean? Did he get expelled?” He shakes his head no again.

“No. Not really anyway. But he is going to have to finish the year at a school for children that are discipline problems. I don’t know why they sent him there but they did.” I guess the principal wasn’t kidding when he said he would take care of the little shit.

“Well, at least he wont be able to fuck with you anymore.” I lean down and kiss him. “Now, why don’t we go celebrate.” He smiles and pulls me over to the sofa. Thank God all that shit is over. But I still wish I could have kicked his ass.