Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [15/?]
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Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (15/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adults Only
Wordcount: 2,787
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jensen woke up warm and comfortable, wrapped tight in Jared's arms. He dragged one arm up underneath the covers and quietly traced his fingers round the muscles of Jared's shoulder, the movement pulling him from sleep. Jared blinked, then leaned forward and took Jensen's mouth in a dry kiss. The press of his body, the reminder that they were both naked, woke Jensen up even more and he turned away from the kiss, groaning.
"Maybe I should get dressed. I have school."
Jared dipped his head and blew a raspberry against Jensen's shoulder, showing him exactly what he thought of that idea.
"Yeah, I know. You want me to stay here all day and miss out on all those tests and homework assignments. It's thanksgiving in two days, Jay. You get to keep me here for a whole four days then."
"Hmm. I'll hold you to that."
"You going to let me go now?"
"Too early." Jared checked the alarm clock beside the bed. "You got a half hour before that alarm even goes off."
Jensen sighed, relaxing. Completely unprepared for what Jared did next. He curled into himself as Jared pulled the covers back in a single flourish and tossed them towards the end of the bed. "Dammit, Jay! It's cold!"
Jared just chuckled at him, getting onto his knees and then his feet, standing on the mattress with his feet spread wide as he looked down at Jensen who was making a desperate attempt to cover himself up. Jensen stared up at him, his eyes drawn down by the sight of Jared's cock, heavy against his thigh. Jensen's cheeks flamed red and he looked away, rolling over to reach over the edge of the mattress and attempt to find some clothes.
"Why're you so worried about me seeing?" Jared asked, amused. "Considering where my hands were last night. God, I can imagine it anyway. You know you're incredible, right?" He dropped to his knees again, crawled over and lifted one leg over Jensen, rolled him onto his back and pinned him down. Jensen's right hand trapped between his legs by Jared's weight. "You don't mind looking at me, but you won't let me look at you?"
"I'm-"
"You got nothing to be ashamed of, believe you me." He reached down and gripped Jensen's hand, hard, lifting it free. Looked down and licked his lips. "Everything about you is just... beautiful."
Jensen didn't believe that at all. Jared had to have had way better than him. He shook his head, reaching up both hands and pushing them against Jared's chest until he gave in and moved, sitting up against the pillows on his side of the bed. Jensen got up and grabbed the closest thing to hand at the side of the bed - a pair of red swim-trunks - and pulled them on. He would have dug around for his pants, but Jared took him by the arm then and pulled him back down to the bed. Kissed him and reminded him that he still had plenty of time.
"I mean it. Stay here until that alarm goes off. Let me look at you." When he ran his hands lightly over Jensen's stomach, the younger man protested.
"Thought you were just gonna look?"
"I can't look with just my eyes. Gotta touch, too. Dammit, Jensen, you're fucking gorgeous," Jared told him, the touch of his hands like a whisper on Jensen's skin. "Don't you believe me?"
The truth was, Jensen didn't. He was okay, he guessed. Normal looking. Definitely no prize to write home about. Doug had taunted him, called him 'pretty boy' so often that the words had lost their meaning; they were no longer any kind of compliment. And here was Jared telling him the same thing. Jensen turned onto his side, away from Jared, the thoughts of Doug having sobered him. He felt like he was being unfair, comparing the two of them. Jared didn't know what he was saying. He felt a hand on his hip, but didn't look round.
"Hey. Did I do something wrong?"
"No. It.. I just.."
"Every time I try and compliment you it's like you don't want to know," Jared interrupted. "Is it gonna take more sex to make you let yourself go again? Or is it just in the mornings when you're all uptight?"
"I'm not uptight!" Jensen protested.
"Good," Jared answered, pushing him over onto his stomach. "Twenty-five minutes." Jensen shuddered as Jared smoothed one hand over his back, letting his fingers slide under the loose elastic of the old trunks. He bit his lip, let his eyes fall closed. He felt a kiss against his nape and another, lower on his back. Jared was shifting around, getting ready to do something. His swim trunks were pulled lower and he almost knew to expect it, but still jumped when Jared scraped his teeth over the top of Jensen's ass. He soothed the scratch of it with his tongue, licking into the dip at the base of Jensen's spine and tonguing further down. Jensen felt his muscles straining as he pressed down into the mattress with his feet and Jared helped out by putting one hand underneath his stomach and lifting him up. It made it easier for him to reach. "You taste fucking incredible," Jared murmured, his voice muffled.
Jensen couldn't find the presence of mind to answer. The pressure of Jared's tongue was making his heart jump and he was finding it hard to keep his breathing even. He grabbed the pillow beneath his head and bit into it, lifting his ass up more. Jared's chest was against his back, both becoming slick with sweat. The hand on his stomach moved lower, pushing the trunks down at the front too. Jensen held himself up with one hand and reached down with the other, batting Jared away so he could take his cock into his hand. He moved his thumb over the tip and then dragged his hand down its length, shivering. With both hands free, Jared began jacking his own cock with one and held Jensen open with the other, his tongue delving deeper with each stroke.
He stayed there for what felt like a long time, even after he had brought himself off, as if he was waiting for Jensen to lose it before he moved. The stimulation of Jared's tongue coupled with Jensen's desperate jerking off, his need for release, both were enough to finish him off. Jensen tried to stop it, couldn't, and came all over the sheets underneath him. He heard and felt Jared laughing against him and then he was rolled over onto his back and Jared was moving, turning so that he and Jensen were face to face.
He half-bit, half-licked at Jensen's throat, waiting for the younger man to calm down, then lifted his head to look down at him and asked him if he was okay.
Jensen nodded, licked his lips. His hands were down by his sides, his fingers twitching as though the last of his orgasm was still lingering in them.
"You're so beautiful when you come," Jared whispered, tracing around the muscles of Jensen's stomach. He dragged his fingers down, scratching them through crisp hairs that were coated in sweat and semen.
"Mm... Don't," Jensen warned. "Please.."
"Don't what? Tease?"
"No, don't.. Don't say that.." They both started as the alarm kicked in then, playing some rock song that Jensen couldn't quite recognize. It stirred him into action and he tugged the trunks back up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up and looking around for his uniform.
"Are you ever going to believe what I say to you?"
"Sure, I believe you. I just really need to get ready for school."
"School. Of course." Jared blew out a sharp breath. "All right. Tell Jeff to go on ahead. I'll drop you at school on his bike since I need to head out to Harry's and pick up a little something for the Suicycle. She's nearly finished."
"You're going to..on the Harley?"
Jared shrugged. "Yeah. I picked you up on it before now, what's the big deal?"
Jensen didn't really answer, just mumbled something incoherent and headed for the ladder. It was different getting dropped at school by Jeff in the car. The car wasn't too out of the ordinary. It wasn't too noticeable. The Harley would draw attention to him and school was much busier in the morning when he arrived than it had been that day Jared had picked him up. He just hoped that certain people would already be in class by the time he got there.
Naturally, he wasn't going to be that lucky. The first bell hadn't rung yet and most of the school buses were just arriving as Jared pulled up outside the school, the noise of the Harley's engine making everyone look round. Jensen was almost tempted to tell him to keep on going so he wouldn't have to get off, but he was already in his uniform which was enough of a giveaway that he was a student here. Jensen took a deep breath and got off the bike, then took his helmet off, handing it to Jared so he could fix it to the bike. He heard people nearby start talking and tried his best to ignore them as Jared flipped his visor up.
"I'll pick you up later, okay? Jeff said he was going out after he finishes work and won't be back 'til late, so maybe we can go into town and rent a movie out or something."
"Sure. See you later." Jensen didn't know if Jared was hoping for anything more, but all he got was a friendly smack to the shoulder before Jensen turned and hurried towards the school entrance, trying not to catch anyone's eye on the way.
By lunchtime the rumor was all the way round the school. Jensen felt sure that Doug had had something to do with certain parts of it, because now everybody was convinced that he'd been dropped off by his big gay sugar daddy. Just the thought of such a description being applied to Jared was enough to make him laugh out loud, which he did the moment Chris told him what was being said. Then the humor of it wore off and he put his head in his hands and groaned.
"C'mon, man," Chris said, patting his shoulder. "Could be worse."
"How? How could this be any worse?"
"He could've kissed you goodbye."
"Yeah, right. He'd have had to catch me first."
"Are you and him okay now? I mean..on Sunday you just seemed kinda-"
"Oh, we worked that out," Jensen interrupted. "Believe me."
Chris sat down opposite him and dropped his lunch tray on the table, leaning across it with a huge grin. "Did you have sex last night, Jen?"
Blushing, Jensen looked around quickly, praying nobody had heard his friend. "Would you keep it down?" He hissed.
"Ho-ly shit. You did, didn't you? You and Jared, you..What's it like?"
"Are you kidding me? Chris, I'm not going to sit here talking about this with you! Talk about something else, for Chrissake."
"Like what? This is new to me, okay? You talked it up so much it'd be a shame not to hear how it actually was. At least give me that."
Jensen stared at him for a moment or two and then shook his head. "You're a little sick in the head, you know that? It was...great."
"Just great?"
"Fantastic. It wasn't really, y'know.." He waved a hand in front of himself, hoping Chris would get it. He didn't want to say that he hadn't actually had sex with Jared and he especially didn't want to go into detail about what had happened. "But Jay knows a few things. More than me, anyway. And, yeah, it was pretty amazing."
"I'm almost jealous," Chris told him. "Not of..not of that, but 'cause I remember what it was like the first time. You don't ever get that again."
"Aw, that's so sweet."
"Shut up," Chris laughed. "It's true, and you'll find that out."
Jensen nodded even though he wasn't sure he completely agreed. Jared would probably make every single time special, but he wasn't about to try and argue that with his friend. They finished their lunch without much more conversation, Chris telling Jensen he would meet him at the end of the day.
Doug started his revenge attacks that afternoon. Jensen wasn't ready, still wasn't confident enough in himself to fight back. He wasn't expecting it anyway and, despite what little Jared had managed to show him the previous night, he could do nothing to get free from Doug's friends. They caught hold of him in the locker room after gym class, after everyone else had left, and pinned him to the lockers, one man holding either arm. Doug leaned in close, putting one hand to the side of Jensen's head, and told him that this was only the beginning as he punched him in the stomach with the other.
"Wherever the hell you get off bringing your boyfriend to this school," Doug spat, "I don't want to know. But I warned you, Ackles. Maybe you should've listened." He brought his knee up and Jensen cringed as it connected, grimacing in pain. It was over quickly. He was sure that Doug would have done more, but they all heard the next lot of students approaching for their gym session and Jensen was freed, immediately sliding down the lockers and curling up. He heard Doug and his friends leave, greeting a few of the guys who headed in. When he felt like he could stand, and since nobody offered him a hand up, he pulled himself up to his feet and began making his way to his last class of the day, grateful that it was English and that Miss Kilworth would likely excuse him from being late if he came up with even a half-assed reason.
She didn't ask as he limped into the room. Just nodded him to his seat and continued talking. He took his desk, wrapping an arm around his stomach as he opened up his knapsack and quietly took out his books. Another bruise, he figured. Another night where he would disappoint Jared and piss him off.
After class was over, Miss Kilworth asked him to stay behind. He knew he was probably about to get the reprimand for being late that he had expected earlier and was almost glad for the delay in getting out of school. At least by the time he got out of there it was possible that the other students had left. That maybe nobody would see Jared picking him up as well. He wasn't expecting her to come and sit on the edge of the desk in front of him and ask him if he was all right.
"I'm fine, Miss," he told her. "I'm sorry I was late."
"I'm not worried about that. You're good enough with your grades that a few minutes away from one class won't hurt you. Not that I want you to make a habit of it, of course. But you didn't look fine when you walked in and you sure don't look fine now. What's going on?"
He shrugged. "It's nothing. I just hurt myself in gym, that's all."
"Then you should have got a pass to see the nurse or something. Like I said, your grades are good enough that missing a little bit won't hurt. As long as that's all it is."
"That's all it is."
"It's just..." She trailed off, sighing. "I heard some of the other kids talking before class started. You're quite a popular subject of conversation today."
"Oh."
"Yeah. People can be cruel about this kind of thing, I know. There were a couple of students at my old school that, while most people accepted it, there were still a few that used to show off their hate. So if that's what this is about-"
"It's not. I just hurt myself in gym, I promise."
"Well, if anyone ever does start to tell you it's wrong or attack you because of it, then just remember there are people here you can talk to. There's nothing wrong with it at all."
Jensen almost wanted to laugh in her face. God, if she only knew how many people disagreed with her. He settled for nodding his head, though, and asked if he could be excused.
"Sure. Take it easy, all right? And if gym class gets any more violent then let someone know."
"I will."
--TBC--
EDIT dated 05th September 2011 - the picture has been reuploaded to my LJ scrapbook. It is only viewable to registered LJ users, so if you can't see it, it's because you're not logged in. There is no other way for me to have it display on here, as Photobucket deleted it as soon as I put it up there. :/ PRUDES. However, the picture is available in the new PDF upload.
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (15/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adults Only
Wordcount: 2,787
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jensen woke up warm and comfortable, wrapped tight in Jared's arms. He dragged one arm up underneath the covers and quietly traced his fingers round the muscles of Jared's shoulder, the movement pulling him from sleep. Jared blinked, then leaned forward and took Jensen's mouth in a dry kiss. The press of his body, the reminder that they were both naked, woke Jensen up even more and he turned away from the kiss, groaning.
"Maybe I should get dressed. I have school."
Jared dipped his head and blew a raspberry against Jensen's shoulder, showing him exactly what he thought of that idea.
"Yeah, I know. You want me to stay here all day and miss out on all those tests and homework assignments. It's thanksgiving in two days, Jay. You get to keep me here for a whole four days then."
"Hmm. I'll hold you to that."
"You going to let me go now?"
"Too early." Jared checked the alarm clock beside the bed. "You got a half hour before that alarm even goes off."
Jensen sighed, relaxing. Completely unprepared for what Jared did next. He curled into himself as Jared pulled the covers back in a single flourish and tossed them towards the end of the bed. "Dammit, Jay! It's cold!"
Jared just chuckled at him, getting onto his knees and then his feet, standing on the mattress with his feet spread wide as he looked down at Jensen who was making a desperate attempt to cover himself up. Jensen stared up at him, his eyes drawn down by the sight of Jared's cock, heavy against his thigh. Jensen's cheeks flamed red and he looked away, rolling over to reach over the edge of the mattress and attempt to find some clothes.
"Why're you so worried about me seeing?" Jared asked, amused. "Considering where my hands were last night. God, I can imagine it anyway. You know you're incredible, right?" He dropped to his knees again, crawled over and lifted one leg over Jensen, rolled him onto his back and pinned him down. Jensen's right hand trapped between his legs by Jared's weight. "You don't mind looking at me, but you won't let me look at you?"
"I'm-"
"You got nothing to be ashamed of, believe you me." He reached down and gripped Jensen's hand, hard, lifting it free. Looked down and licked his lips. "Everything about you is just... beautiful."
Jensen didn't believe that at all. Jared had to have had way better than him. He shook his head, reaching up both hands and pushing them against Jared's chest until he gave in and moved, sitting up against the pillows on his side of the bed. Jensen got up and grabbed the closest thing to hand at the side of the bed - a pair of red swim-trunks - and pulled them on. He would have dug around for his pants, but Jared took him by the arm then and pulled him back down to the bed. Kissed him and reminded him that he still had plenty of time.
"I mean it. Stay here until that alarm goes off. Let me look at you." When he ran his hands lightly over Jensen's stomach, the younger man protested.
"Thought you were just gonna look?"
"I can't look with just my eyes. Gotta touch, too. Dammit, Jensen, you're fucking gorgeous," Jared told him, the touch of his hands like a whisper on Jensen's skin. "Don't you believe me?"
The truth was, Jensen didn't. He was okay, he guessed. Normal looking. Definitely no prize to write home about. Doug had taunted him, called him 'pretty boy' so often that the words had lost their meaning; they were no longer any kind of compliment. And here was Jared telling him the same thing. Jensen turned onto his side, away from Jared, the thoughts of Doug having sobered him. He felt like he was being unfair, comparing the two of them. Jared didn't know what he was saying. He felt a hand on his hip, but didn't look round.
"Hey. Did I do something wrong?"
"No. It.. I just.."
"Every time I try and compliment you it's like you don't want to know," Jared interrupted. "Is it gonna take more sex to make you let yourself go again? Or is it just in the mornings when you're all uptight?"
"I'm not uptight!" Jensen protested.
"Good," Jared answered, pushing him over onto his stomach. "Twenty-five minutes." Jensen shuddered as Jared smoothed one hand over his back, letting his fingers slide under the loose elastic of the old trunks. He bit his lip, let his eyes fall closed. He felt a kiss against his nape and another, lower on his back. Jared was shifting around, getting ready to do something. His swim trunks were pulled lower and he almost knew to expect it, but still jumped when Jared scraped his teeth over the top of Jensen's ass. He soothed the scratch of it with his tongue, licking into the dip at the base of Jensen's spine and tonguing further down. Jensen felt his muscles straining as he pressed down into the mattress with his feet and Jared helped out by putting one hand underneath his stomach and lifting him up. It made it easier for him to reach. "You taste fucking incredible," Jared murmured, his voice muffled.
Jensen couldn't find the presence of mind to answer. The pressure of Jared's tongue was making his heart jump and he was finding it hard to keep his breathing even. He grabbed the pillow beneath his head and bit into it, lifting his ass up more. Jared's chest was against his back, both becoming slick with sweat. The hand on his stomach moved lower, pushing the trunks down at the front too. Jensen held himself up with one hand and reached down with the other, batting Jared away so he could take his cock into his hand. He moved his thumb over the tip and then dragged his hand down its length, shivering. With both hands free, Jared began jacking his own cock with one and held Jensen open with the other, his tongue delving deeper with each stroke.
He stayed there for what felt like a long time, even after he had brought himself off, as if he was waiting for Jensen to lose it before he moved. The stimulation of Jared's tongue coupled with Jensen's desperate jerking off, his need for release, both were enough to finish him off. Jensen tried to stop it, couldn't, and came all over the sheets underneath him. He heard and felt Jared laughing against him and then he was rolled over onto his back and Jared was moving, turning so that he and Jensen were face to face.
He half-bit, half-licked at Jensen's throat, waiting for the younger man to calm down, then lifted his head to look down at him and asked him if he was okay.
Jensen nodded, licked his lips. His hands were down by his sides, his fingers twitching as though the last of his orgasm was still lingering in them.
"You're so beautiful when you come," Jared whispered, tracing around the muscles of Jensen's stomach. He dragged his fingers down, scratching them through crisp hairs that were coated in sweat and semen.
"Mm... Don't," Jensen warned. "Please.."
"Don't what? Tease?"
"No, don't.. Don't say that.." They both started as the alarm kicked in then, playing some rock song that Jensen couldn't quite recognize. It stirred him into action and he tugged the trunks back up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up and looking around for his uniform.
"Are you ever going to believe what I say to you?"
"Sure, I believe you. I just really need to get ready for school."
"School. Of course." Jared blew out a sharp breath. "All right. Tell Jeff to go on ahead. I'll drop you at school on his bike since I need to head out to Harry's and pick up a little something for the Suicycle. She's nearly finished."
"You're going to..on the Harley?"
Jared shrugged. "Yeah. I picked you up on it before now, what's the big deal?"
Jensen didn't really answer, just mumbled something incoherent and headed for the ladder. It was different getting dropped at school by Jeff in the car. The car wasn't too out of the ordinary. It wasn't too noticeable. The Harley would draw attention to him and school was much busier in the morning when he arrived than it had been that day Jared had picked him up. He just hoped that certain people would already be in class by the time he got there.
Naturally, he wasn't going to be that lucky. The first bell hadn't rung yet and most of the school buses were just arriving as Jared pulled up outside the school, the noise of the Harley's engine making everyone look round. Jensen was almost tempted to tell him to keep on going so he wouldn't have to get off, but he was already in his uniform which was enough of a giveaway that he was a student here. Jensen took a deep breath and got off the bike, then took his helmet off, handing it to Jared so he could fix it to the bike. He heard people nearby start talking and tried his best to ignore them as Jared flipped his visor up.
"I'll pick you up later, okay? Jeff said he was going out after he finishes work and won't be back 'til late, so maybe we can go into town and rent a movie out or something."
"Sure. See you later." Jensen didn't know if Jared was hoping for anything more, but all he got was a friendly smack to the shoulder before Jensen turned and hurried towards the school entrance, trying not to catch anyone's eye on the way.
By lunchtime the rumor was all the way round the school. Jensen felt sure that Doug had had something to do with certain parts of it, because now everybody was convinced that he'd been dropped off by his big gay sugar daddy. Just the thought of such a description being applied to Jared was enough to make him laugh out loud, which he did the moment Chris told him what was being said. Then the humor of it wore off and he put his head in his hands and groaned.
"C'mon, man," Chris said, patting his shoulder. "Could be worse."
"How? How could this be any worse?"
"He could've kissed you goodbye."
"Yeah, right. He'd have had to catch me first."
"Are you and him okay now? I mean..on Sunday you just seemed kinda-"
"Oh, we worked that out," Jensen interrupted. "Believe me."
Chris sat down opposite him and dropped his lunch tray on the table, leaning across it with a huge grin. "Did you have sex last night, Jen?"
Blushing, Jensen looked around quickly, praying nobody had heard his friend. "Would you keep it down?" He hissed.
"Ho-ly shit. You did, didn't you? You and Jared, you..What's it like?"
"Are you kidding me? Chris, I'm not going to sit here talking about this with you! Talk about something else, for Chrissake."
"Like what? This is new to me, okay? You talked it up so much it'd be a shame not to hear how it actually was. At least give me that."
Jensen stared at him for a moment or two and then shook his head. "You're a little sick in the head, you know that? It was...great."
"Just great?"
"Fantastic. It wasn't really, y'know.." He waved a hand in front of himself, hoping Chris would get it. He didn't want to say that he hadn't actually had sex with Jared and he especially didn't want to go into detail about what had happened. "But Jay knows a few things. More than me, anyway. And, yeah, it was pretty amazing."
"I'm almost jealous," Chris told him. "Not of..not of that, but 'cause I remember what it was like the first time. You don't ever get that again."
"Aw, that's so sweet."
"Shut up," Chris laughed. "It's true, and you'll find that out."
Jensen nodded even though he wasn't sure he completely agreed. Jared would probably make every single time special, but he wasn't about to try and argue that with his friend. They finished their lunch without much more conversation, Chris telling Jensen he would meet him at the end of the day.
Doug started his revenge attacks that afternoon. Jensen wasn't ready, still wasn't confident enough in himself to fight back. He wasn't expecting it anyway and, despite what little Jared had managed to show him the previous night, he could do nothing to get free from Doug's friends. They caught hold of him in the locker room after gym class, after everyone else had left, and pinned him to the lockers, one man holding either arm. Doug leaned in close, putting one hand to the side of Jensen's head, and told him that this was only the beginning as he punched him in the stomach with the other.
"Wherever the hell you get off bringing your boyfriend to this school," Doug spat, "I don't want to know. But I warned you, Ackles. Maybe you should've listened." He brought his knee up and Jensen cringed as it connected, grimacing in pain. It was over quickly. He was sure that Doug would have done more, but they all heard the next lot of students approaching for their gym session and Jensen was freed, immediately sliding down the lockers and curling up. He heard Doug and his friends leave, greeting a few of the guys who headed in. When he felt like he could stand, and since nobody offered him a hand up, he pulled himself up to his feet and began making his way to his last class of the day, grateful that it was English and that Miss Kilworth would likely excuse him from being late if he came up with even a half-assed reason.
She didn't ask as he limped into the room. Just nodded him to his seat and continued talking. He took his desk, wrapping an arm around his stomach as he opened up his knapsack and quietly took out his books. Another bruise, he figured. Another night where he would disappoint Jared and piss him off.
After class was over, Miss Kilworth asked him to stay behind. He knew he was probably about to get the reprimand for being late that he had expected earlier and was almost glad for the delay in getting out of school. At least by the time he got out of there it was possible that the other students had left. That maybe nobody would see Jared picking him up as well. He wasn't expecting her to come and sit on the edge of the desk in front of him and ask him if he was all right.
"I'm fine, Miss," he told her. "I'm sorry I was late."
"I'm not worried about that. You're good enough with your grades that a few minutes away from one class won't hurt you. Not that I want you to make a habit of it, of course. But you didn't look fine when you walked in and you sure don't look fine now. What's going on?"
He shrugged. "It's nothing. I just hurt myself in gym, that's all."
"Then you should have got a pass to see the nurse or something. Like I said, your grades are good enough that missing a little bit won't hurt. As long as that's all it is."
"That's all it is."
"It's just..." She trailed off, sighing. "I heard some of the other kids talking before class started. You're quite a popular subject of conversation today."
"Oh."
"Yeah. People can be cruel about this kind of thing, I know. There were a couple of students at my old school that, while most people accepted it, there were still a few that used to show off their hate. So if that's what this is about-"
"It's not. I just hurt myself in gym, I promise."
"Well, if anyone ever does start to tell you it's wrong or attack you because of it, then just remember there are people here you can talk to. There's nothing wrong with it at all."
Jensen almost wanted to laugh in her face. God, if she only knew how many people disagreed with her. He settled for nodding his head, though, and asked if he could be excused.
"Sure. Take it easy, all right? And if gym class gets any more violent then let someone know."
"I will."
--TBC--