Crush force fucks me!

It was my second week of high school here at New York High, and I was still getting used to the environment. Those emo guys and jocks were my best enemies, they were the ones who was there for me when I’m down and to ruin my day, but I never knew that one of the jocks would have a crush on me. There’s a reason why I left New Zealand, and it’s all because of one person. Isn’t it supposed to be that when you migrate to another country, you should have a new beginning? But mine wasn’t and my horrors were still around me. Getting stalked every day after school by ‘that guy’ in the football team hella freaks me out. That’s why I joined every school activity that involves getting out of school, whether it’s before, during, or after school times.

My name is August, and yes, I’m not a month. I have sandy brown hair, with aqua blue eyes, 5’8 with fit body – means I do have a six pack but it’s not that bulky like the gymnasts have. I am 18 and just an ordinary student with passion in music, photography, and biological science. I am gay, and I don’t care. Dan Alex Lionne (“Dan de Lionne” what I call him) is a quarterback football jock with fit body, jet black hair, caramel skin tone and those pair of emerald green eyes. He’s about same height as me, only a bit taller. Yeah, I do like him, but thinking about the past between us, I think he did pretty well on making me lose his trust. Getting me locked inside my locker was the worst, hacking my school account wasn’t really that great, but he stuffed my drive full of gay porn pictures, and because of that, I had to do 3 days of detention (FUCK!!!)

I think it was three days ago, it was drizzling and so freaking cold, and I had to walk home. Listening to Train’s “Hey Soul Sister”, I managed to pick up the notes while walking home, and singing on the street, being such as weird guy. A red shiny car pulled over, I continued walking.

“Hey!” he said.

I looked back, it was Alex. I didn’t even bother talking to him, so I just continued walking home.

“August wait up!” he shouted.

I pulled out my iPhone, and made the volume louder as I walk. My iPhone rang, expecting that it would be Matt (my colleague), so I didn’t look at the screen.

“What’s up?” I said,
“Come to me right now or I`ll fucking kill you”

Weirded out, I looked at my iPhone to see who it was, it didn’t display the name, just the number.

“Who the fuck are you?!”
“Look back you bitch!”

Looking back, I saw Alex talking to his phone. I felt so shit, so I hanged up and just walked home, almost getting drenched from the rain. I had to open the iPod application again, but suddenly, his red shiny car pulled over. I stopped to confront him.

“Get in this car right now!” Alex said.
“What the fuck do you care! Leave me alone!”

I was about to run, but I didn’t. I might scare the people around me. Alex got out of his car, so I turned and walked. He grabbed my left arm. I struggled.

“Let me go bitch!”
“You’re going with me and I`m gonna fuckin take you home!”
“I said I don’t want to!”
“Get in the goddamn car!”

I kept on struggling until he grabbed my bag and threw it inside the car, of course I had to get it as it has my music sheets that I needed, so I got in. Alex closed the door. I grabbed my bag. He got inside the car, so I grabbed the door handle and pulled it. It wasn’t opening.

“Fuck door, open up!”
“You might want to fasten your seatbelt, and don’t even bother try to get out, its child-locked”
“FUCK YOU!!”
“You’re welcome”

He was driving already, so I fastened my seatbelt and didn’t want to cause any trouble, as I don’t wanna die yet.

“You son of a bitch, you thought I’m that dumb to kidnap you” Alex said. I was raging with anger, I spat on his face. He licked it. “You know, I’m horny right now, will you be my fuck buddy?” Alex said. My heart skipped, and I was so freaking nervous. I didn’t know what he’s about to do to me. Kidnap and rape? That’s like since 1990s man. So I pulled out my phone, Alex quickly grabbed it and turned it off.

“Don’t be such a dick Alex, give it back”
“I will after I fuck you.”
“I have to call Matt first to tell him that I’m gonna be late”
“No, you’re just gonna call the cops”

I was speechless, knowing that I ran out of options.

“Well then you do it.” I told Alex.
“I know how your iPhone works dumbass”
“Just text him that I won’t be there ‘cause I’m gonna be with you the whole night”
“Do you really think that I’m that stupid? You have this application that sends texts to your important friends that includes your GPS co-ords.”

Again, I was speechless.

*How did he know about that* I was talking to myself, *FUCK IM SCREWED*

As he pulled over to a nice house, inside my head I was drafting for a plan. Simple plan I might say. *Once he opens the door, I run*. He pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and he wore one on his right hand, then he grabbed my left hand and cuffed it.

“You gotta wear these” -cuffs my left hand-
“Are you fucking serious?!”
“Just to make sure you don’t run away”

*SHIT* was the only thing inside my head.