Then I Quit [BL]

Stepmom

I spend the rest of the day avoiding Ralph as much as possible. Until it is Mrs Forman's class again.

Freddie sits beside me and Ralph stares straight at me ignoring the hot girls and cool boys tables.

"So what happened?" Gwen pops her knuckles like a boss.

"Oh I fell on the stairs at my house," I laugh.

"You fucking know I didn't meant that, but whatever," Gwen flips her hair. "I was curious but now I'm not anymore. Until boys have become men, I don't want to associate myself with the likes. For example, Glenn."

Then Daniella says, "Oh, but I'm still curious so tell me."

Ralph snatches one of my hand and so Freddie takes the other.

"Oh, I get it now. Never mind I asked," Daniella turns to Gwen pretending Ralph, Freddie and I don't exist.

"Okay. I don't care if you hold hands, just don't go to second base or on the way to second base!" Mrs Forman shouts from her desk.

I am so embarrassed but the class is too distracted to be distracted from their conversations.

I try to pull my hands from the two of them, it is futile. They are much stronger than I am.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Ralph looks into my soul.

"Because I told him to," Freddie buts in.

Ignoring Freddie, Ralph continues his questioning, "What really happened to your lips?"

"I kissed it," Freddie leans onto me.

"Don't you have a girlfriend? Are you cheating on her with your so-called best friend?" Ralph tugs me toward him.

Freddie's head hits the back of my chair. He is mad.

"Can the both of you stop?" I whisper heavily, "I'm not an object for you two to fight over."

They stop glaring at each other and glancing at me, but they still hold my hands.

"Shouldn't you be doing your essay?" I awkwardly smile at Ralph.

"Yes! Why don't you help me?"

"Gabe and I are doing our Physics project. It's due in a month," Freddie lets go of me hoping to gain my favor.

I open my mouth to tell them who I would like to work with but before anything comes out, the intercom comes on.

"Is Gabriel Rosemary here?"

"Yes," Mrs Forman replies.

"Please send him to the office right away. His...his stepmother is here to pick him up."

Mrs Forman looks at me like she doesn't want me there anymore for more than one reason.

I grab my stuffs and goes to the office.

Stepmom is holding her purse with a few papers sticking out. I know where she'll take me now. I stop walking.

Her face frowns altogether and roars under her breath, "Come here you brat."

Not wanting to draw attention to her, I slowly walk her way and we goes through Sumner's front gates together.

"You're still taking (insert a language) are you not?" Stepmom asks me.

I shut my mouth and my lips seal together. My eyes refuse to look her way.

"You know. I would've love for you to be my son. You're such a good boy. Ben and Jen won't even take (insert a language) for me," her voice is filled with sarcasm and I know she's only trying to be nice.

She pays for all of their tutors so she can easily hire a (insert a language) tutor as well.

I put my hands together and I could hear my heart racing. I don't know what she'll make me witness this time.

"Gabby, I wish you're a girl, then we can go shopping all the time!" There's motherly energy in her voice but I know it's not real. I know who gave birth to me-it's Gray.

"Ah, we're here," she abruptly steps on the break pedal. Stepmom pulls on my arm and says, "Come on. Come translate for me."

I refuse to but then she pulls out a gun from the pocket of the side of the car and point it at me, "I said come translate for me. Is that too much to ask of my stepson, especially when I was the one to feed you so you can grow up this old?"

Her lips are smiling but her eyes are slowly slicing me into pieces. I give up.

I get out of the car and before us is a group of men standing side by side in a long line.

I hear one of them say "Get Ready Men!" and they all pull out their firearms in unison.

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I apologize about what I wrote. I can only blame myself. I was unaware of my racism by putting Russian in the blank and I am terribly sorry. I can't even blame my American background because as a minority, I should've known better.

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