Apparently, I was unusually quiet during class, more so than usual. Even my teacher asked me what was wrong. The fact Ethan stared at me all through class didn’t help any. The next class was skipped with Brian and Mikey, a joint being lit behind the stands of the soccer field until we were stoned enough to go to soccer practise. My first stop was the bathroom on the way to the locker rooms. Shouldering open the door, I nodded briefly at Chris Hobbs who, ever since realising Kinney would rip his balls off if he was mean to me, had started to be semi sociable. It happened when I was quite happily pissing away when an arm snuck round my waist, fingers wrapping round my cock. Automatically, I leant back against the chest thinking, you know, that it was my boyfriend, but I found myself furrowing my brow as I realised the person was the same height as me, something Brian isn‘t. Slowly I raised my head. Only for my eyes to lock Ethan’s in the mirror. “HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF ALL THAT’S FUCKING HOLY!” he jumped slightly, “GET YOUR HAND OFF MY WEINER!” My shriek echoed the small room as I shoved Ethan backwards into the sink, zipping up and quickly washing my hands (with soap!) before turning to face my molester who stood with a smug look on his face, one which I was sorely tempted to wipe off with my fist. See I’m not a violent person…well, not usually…but with Ethan I’m more of a ‘punch first, ask questions later’ kinda person. He’s still watching me with a slightly creepy look in his eyes. And you know what’s worse? He’s standing between me…and the door which really doesn’t help. “Ethan…get out the fucking way!” If my mother were here, the trouble I’d be in if she heard me. I shake away that thought as I’m approached, my feet automatically taking me backwards until I hit the toilet stall door. Well you’d be scared too. He wants something and, well, three guesses what it is. Now he’s approaching me and, short of leaping down the toilet and flushing myself away, I back into the stall and slam the door, locking it. It’s safer behind locked doors anyway. See I could be really, really dramatic and call someone then scream down the phone but come on, how ‘The Hole’ is that? It goes quiet and my hand, which was halfway down my thigh to my pocket stills. Nervously, I look about me in the cramped stall then up. “Hello Justin!” “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Unlocking the door I dart out, making it as far as the door before my arm is grabbed. I’m surprised no-one’s come in to see what the screaming and yelling going on. I can’t help it, after years of fighting with Hobbs my reflexes get the better of me and I swing round, my fist connecting with Ethan’s cheek. He staggers backwards but it’s enough time for me to thrust open the door and run out, across the hall and into the locker room with him close behind hissing something about cock teases. For some reason unknown to all mankind, I end up hiding behind a half naked Hobbs. “HE’S GONNA EAT ME!” Poor Chris looks both confused and amused as he peers back at lil old me. Brian, who’d heard my yell, is dragged over by Mikey just as Ethan rounds the corner, eyes blazing and lips bleeding. He launches at me, fists flying and, surprise surprise, its Hobbs that allows himself to be hit instead of me. Then again, my pissed off boyfriend is standing behind me and most of the boys looks ready to smuggle me out if necessary. Hobbs gets in a punch before Ethan manages to get to me. I’m about to crack him across the face yet again when the door bursts open. “TAYLOR! GOLD! HOBBS!” My hand freezes my air, Chris’ breathing stops and Ethan goes pale. Then again, can you blame us? The principal just walked in mid fight. Ethan’s lip’s bleeding, there’s a gash on my chin from Ethan’s ring and Hobbs’ nose is bloody. “MY OFFICE NOW!” Christ, does he have to scream everything he says? God almighty. At some point, my blazer had been discarded to my locker and there’s blood dripping onto the collar of my shirt so, automatically, I decide my sleeve can wipe my chin. So now my shirt looks tie-dye. Following the principal, it reminds me of the medieval times, when the prisoners were being led to the gallows only, hopefully, we’re not about to be hung. Suspended, more than likely, but not hung. The principals office is stark and bland looking. Justin think of what I could do with it. He looks a blue sort of person so dark blue walls, mahogany furn…wait, wait, WAIT! I am not here to redecorate, concentrate Taylor. I drop heavily into one of the three seats he’d put in front of his desk, ignoring the throbbing pain in my jaw. “Right. We’ll start with Mr Gold. You have been here a DAY! And already you’re in fights with two of this schools best students. I thought better of you Mr Gold. Maybe I should reconsider this position I gave you and send you packing straight back to New York?” I inwardly smirk at the horrified look on Ethan’s face before my smirk is dropped when the older mans attention is drawn to me. “Don’t smirk Mr Taylor. This isn’t the first time you’ve been in a fight during school, is it? I’ve been lenient in the past when it came to telling your mother but tell me Justin, how would Jennifer like it if I told her that her baby was fighting?” Sometimes it sucked that my mother dated this loser in college. “And pray tell, Mr Taylor” I wish he’d stop saying my name like that, “Why you smell of cannabis? You KNOW drugs are forbidden on school property!” Hey up, how does he know? I’ve already all but DROWNED myself in deodorant and aftershave. “And as for you Mr Hobbs, I thought better of you. Petty fights between you and Justin are one thing, but this seemed a full out WAR in the locker room. Although I can honestly say, I never ever thought I’d ever live to see you siding WITH Justin and not against him!” He shook his head and, the fact he never once raised his voice since we entered scares me. I can see the disappointment in his eyes and I dread to think what my mother’s is going to think when she’s told. Biting down on my lip, I gingerly touch my blackening eye before he speaks again. “So you are all suspended for three days. And if I EVER catch any of you fighting again, none of you will graduate!” My jaw dropped. He can’t do this to us, I need to graduate this year! I’ll be fucked if I’m staying back a year to watch all my friends graduate without me! “Now, collect your things and please leave school property at once. When you return in three days, you will report here as soon as you enter the building. Do I make myself clear!?” Three glum nods are his answer before we walk out. All of Chris’ posse are there so he shuffles over and most of my friends are there too. My head is bowed so neither of the girls see my black eye and gashed chin as I walk straight past them. Confused whispers follow me, along with the owners as I stop at my locker to grab my messenger bag. “Justin?” I glance sideways at Brian, my eyes tired as I sigh, “What Brian? I’ve been ordered off the campus. See you in three days!” I say, mock cheeriness in my voice before I stalk off and out the main door, leaving Brian standing; watching me leave.