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Statistics was the only class Will and Jacob shared. The two ignored each other completely now. There were never any smiles…or even nods of acknowledgment. Despite how badly he felt about what he had done, Will felt a great deal of loathing towards Jacob. He couldn’t even look at the back of Jacob’s head anymore. There wasn’t any daydreaming left. Will never wanted to hurt Jacob. It was the last thing he ever wanted to do. But he felt that it was Jacob himself that caused him to do it.

Jacob simply hated the silence. But what was he to say? He couldn’t look at Will. Every time he did, he saw Will on the floor of room 23 with David and Mr. Ericson. He had gone so he could speak to Wil privately and try to apologize for the things he had said. But none of it mattered at this point…because he had also gone to Will’s history class to tell Will that he couldn’t see him anymore.

***

“How did you even get involved with that?” Kate asked slightly disturbed by Will’s story of his threesome with David and Mr. Ericson.

“Oh don’t look so disgusted.” Will sighed. The two were eating lunch in Kate’s car.

“You fucked on the floor of your classroom…with your teacher…excuse me!” Kate scoffed.

“Yeah well, what is it you wanted to do with your algebra teacher, Mr. Grossman? Let him fuck you on a bearskin rug?” Will poked a fry in Kate’s face.

“I told you never to mention that again!” Kate bit at the fry. “Anyway I never did it!…but, I guess you’re right though…if the opportunity came up…I would. Know where I can get a bearskin rug and a daterape drug?”

Will laughed. “No…can’t say that I do.” He picked up his soda from the cupholder. “Well, anyway…that’s what happened…the opportunity literally came up.” He shook his head. “Everything happened so fast. David grabbing me…Mr. Ericson…well…you get the picture. I wasn’t asking for it. It all happened. I was turned on. Angry…” He looked at Kate who still had her eyebrows raised. “Hey look I hate the fact that I did it now…but it happened okay?”

Kate rolled her eyes. “Man…do you know how long Jacob was standing there?”

Will cringed. “Nope…but god, it doesn’t matter. I wanted to get back at him. He hurt me. It just sucks that you don’t realize how aweful revenge can be until it’s staring you straight in the face.” Will took a sip of soda.

“Well, he was pretty aweful to you…” She paused. “So…is this it for you two?” She asked.

Will bit into another fry and swallowed. He sighed lightly and turned back to Kate.

“I think so, Kate.”

***

After his lunch with Kate, Will was in a terrible mood. He thought back on when he and Jacob had first confessed their feelings for one another.

“I told him I loved him…” Jacob thought to himself. He sighed and continued to take books out of his locker.

He remembered their first time together. He remembered the look on Jacob’s face before Jacob made the move to kiss him. He remembered the months of yearning. The amount of time he had spent in his own world…just imagining what it would be like to be with Jacob.

Will continued on with his day and sat through his history class awkwardly. He was the last to pick up his books as the rest of the class was leaving and he turned to notice that David was staying behind. David nodded at Will, slightly embarrassed and Will rolled his eyes smiling. He looked back to see Mr. Ericson sitting nervously at his desk.

“Hey look…” Will started. “The other day…was insane.”

Mr. Ericson looked down at his desk.

“But if you two have something going on…” Will started. David cracked a smile. “I’m not going to get in your way.”

Will picked up his book bag and walked over to the door as David walked over to Mr. Ericson’s desk. In a way, he was happy for the two. He walked out the door as David leaned in to kiss Mr. Ericson on the neck.

For curiosity’s sake, Will turned around and peered back into the window of the classroom through the bilnds once he was outside. David’s shirt was already off. Mr. Ericson had David pinned down on his desk and the two were laughing. There was a great deal of affection.

“They better be careful.” Will thought to himself.

Will started towards the parking lot, relieved to find his keys in his back pocket. He made his way towards his car and tensed up when he noticed Jacob and Erin Peterson leaning against the trunk of Jacob’s truck.

“No dumby, you have to know what color dress I’m going to be wearing!” Erin said slapping Jacob’s chest.

Jacob smiled nervously, “Oh…sorry…wait why?”

“So you can match you’re tie and get me the right corsage!” Erin cackled obnoxiously and snapped her gum. Her valore juicy jump suit was too much for Jacob to handle.

“Oh right…sorry…okay…well, then what color dress are you wearing?” Jacob asked.

“Pink!” Erin bounced.

“I gotta wear a pink tie?” Jacob cringed. He ran a hand through his hair. For a moment, Will found himself doing the same stare he would do all those months before the two ever knew of each other’s feeling for one another.

“Oh please.” Erin threw her hair back. “Pink is so HOT on a guy like you.” She said spitting her gum out and throwing her arms around Jacob’s thick neck.

Jacob looked terrified. He looked up and spotted Will watching them in passing. He turned away quickly and pulled Erin’s face into his own. Kissing her passionately. Long. Squeezing her body closer to his.

Will turned away from the scene. He was too numb for it too hurt him.

Still…for the rest of the day, it was all he thought about.

***

Jacob smiled politely as Erin tuned to give him a big dramatic wave before entering her house. As soon as he drove away the smile faded.

“How the fuck did I get in this fucking mess!?” Jacob screamed, pounding his fists into his steering wheel. He didn’t want to go to prom with Erin Peterson. He didn’t want to go to prom. He was a junior and didn’t think he had to deal with the awkwardness of prom for another year…but of course…he had to hook up with a senior girl.

It wasn’t just prom that he was upset about…it was the whole idea of going with Erin Peterson. Putting on a show for four hours on the dance floor. Taking her to some cheap motel afterwards and mustering up every dirty thought he could to get through the terrible sex. It was the dresses…and the flowers. The kissing…the holding. All for someone he would rather put a leash on than take to a dance.

But boy, was his father proud.

Jacob walked into his house and threw his backpack down in the front hall. His father sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and smug smile on his face. He was reading the newspaper.

“Hey bud, good day?” Ray O’Hare asked his son. Ray was delighted about the news that his son was dating Erin Peterson. Erin’s mother called him furious the final weekend of spring break having found her daughter and Jacob making out topless in her pool. When Jacob’s father received this news…he almost dropped the telephone with excitement.

Jacob tried to swallow his disgust at his father’s peppy attitude. “Yeah it was alright dad.” He said and turned to walk upstairs. The night after Erin’s mother called, Jacob’s father came up to his bedroom and given Jacob a slap on the back and 20 bucks. He told Jacob to go buy some condoms and ‘treat the girl real nice.’

“Hey, you got some lipstick on your cheek son!” His father called after him laughing cheerily.

Jacob slammed the door to his bedroom and fell onto his bed. He landed on something hard underneath the comforter. He pulled back the sheet to find 3 porno magazines that his father had planted there. 2 Playboys and a Penthouse.

Jacob felt sick.

How much further could the man push things? Did he really believe that any of this garbage was having an influence?

He tore up the magazines as fast as he could. Flinging the images of naked women into the trashcan in his bedroom.

“Fucking asshole!” He yelled as he tore a sprayed-tan face in half.

He pushed the shreddings off of his bed and buried himself in his covers. He missed his old sheets…the ones he and Will had made love on before his father made him throw them out. They were soft. They were the ones his mother had bought him. Now his sheets were cold, rough, and unfamiliar. It seemed that everything in his life had become just that way since his mother left…unfamiliar and cold.