Strung

No Strings Attached

Boys Dorm
3:40 pm

Spud Gun? Bottle Rocket Launcher? What kind of shit is this? I see why people don't fuck with the nerds -apart from the bullies and jocks-. Y'all be nutty sometimes and this shows. I'm standing outside the guy's dorm. Angie and Gloria are talking my ears off. They're still stuck on that kiss. "Ah, I remember my first time with Jimmy." Don't say it like that. It sounds like you two did something. "If I hear another word about any of you and 'him' I won't regret vomiting on you." I'm getting jealous over this? How the fuck did he get all the girls and guys to fall for him? Half these mother fuckers didn't even like his ass and still, they ended up with him? I wanna have a love-hate relationship with someone. My guy had his own harem! Of chicks and dudes!! That's bisexual/pansexual's dream.

"Waaah!!!! Timothy!!" Algernon screams. What does he want? "What is it nerd-wad?" He trips over his shoelaces and flops on his face. -oh jeez...- Gloria and Angie walk away with cringe written all over their faces. He gets back and starts screaming again. "Quit screaming before I give you something to scream about." -sorry...- "Now what do you want?" Algie stands up and starts dancing. "B-bucky...said he had to get something for you in the auto shop... H-he hasn't come back! I'm worried!" I can't take him seriously with this dance he's doing. "If you're worried, why are you dancing about?" He looks back at the gates, Trent and Tom are waiting for him. "I have a weak bladder! And the bullies are trying to beat me down! I don't wanna have to call my mommy for another pair of shorts. Three times is enough for a week." Fucking momma's boy. You can't keep relying on her for everything. I stood in front of Algie with my hand out. "Mister Peabody, let's go. Gimme your hand." I don't have anything with the bullies. So we'll be fine.

It's already established that I'll be fine. Definitely not Algie. "Why?" Just do it. "You wanna get clobbered?" I say that with my fist to his face. He shakes his head and grabs my hand. For security and full trust, I squeeze Algie's hand so tightly he squeals. "That's too tight!! Are you trying to break my hand off?" That's gonna be a lot of circulation cutting to do before I can break it off. "Your fatass can handle it." -not fat... I'm big-boned.-  He mutters. "Oi! Tom, Trent." Trent winks at me. -gross- Tom waves. "Hey there. I see you got our friend Algie. Do you mind if we take him?" Tom cracks his knuckles at Algie. Oh, yeah he and Trent wouldn't beat the living lights out of him. "I'm sorry. It's a special mission. But we don't gotta fight." Trent is giving me some intense looks. Suddenly the tight grasp I had with Algie was separated. I quickly look back to see Algie getting held against the wall by Tom. I switch back and forth from Tom to Trent. "We don't gotta fight, you say?"

Boys Stalls
4:52 pm

"Gee, Timothy. I owe you a lot, especially after that sacrifice you made." Algie was relieving himself in the bathroom stall. He said he has a nervous bladder and that he's didn't pissed himself this time. I guess it's better than fighting. I'm washing out my mouth with soap at the moment. "I still can't believe you made out with him to save me." I choked. It wasn't fun. But I had to. -you looked like you liked it.- He mutters. "Shut up." He tasted like old pennies and cigarettes.

"Next time you get in a quarrel with any cliques. Please let it be the greasers, just if I have to do it again." I haven't spoken to those greaseballs for a while. Maybe after my current and my upcoming load of tasks I can chat with them. "Okay! Now we just need to go to my locker." Wasn't I supposed to help out Bucky? We better make this quick. "Alright, give me your hand again. Well, wash them first."

"Mommy always told me to wash my hands!" Yeah yeah... My mommy always told me she didn't want me. But look at me now. I'm an escort for weak kids who cannot fight for themselves. "You're a bitch." -What?- That slipped. But he is. "I had an itch." Now we're on our journey to Algie's locker. -Oh? Okay- "Which floor is it on?" Algie grabs my sleeve and points somewhere. "Second floor." We're on the third floor. Algie refused to use one of the bathrooms because the lock was busted and he's too pussy to be in the same bathroom as one. Little does he know. "...."