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Part 3 Forbidden Love M&J
The Next Day...
"Malik," whispered a voice from behind my locker door. "Hey!"
I rolled my eyes, and closed the locker, immediately knowing who it was. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Whoa!" he chuckled, leaning against the locker with a smile. "What's wrong with YOU, babe?"
"You don't get it, do you?" I said, walking away, with him on my tail.
"No, not really," he joked. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Stop fuckin' calling me that!" I blurted out. Just then, I felt a tap on my ass. "What the--" I turned around to see one of my supposedly close friends.
"Faggot!" he laughed, walking past Jordan. This angered him, and without second thought, he tackled my friend.
"Don't you EVER fuckin' call him that again, you fuckin' douche bag!" He punched him one good time in the face, spilling blood on the white floor. There was a crowd around us three, and I was embarrassed.
Eventually, an administrator came along and dragged Jordan off of my other friend. All four of us went to principal's office.
"What the hell do you think you're doing out there?" blurted Dr. Kilgore. "I don't like this fighting bullshit."
"Sir," pleaded Jordan. I rolled my eyes. "This prick over here--" he paused because of Dr. Kilgore's face. "--excuse me. But...this guy was harassing Malik. He came by and slapped his...butt and called him a fag." He kinda smiled a bit when he said 'butt'. Probably because he was so eager to get in my jeans.
"Is this true?" said the man, looking to me.
"Well...yeah, but...I don't really--"
"Young man," he sternly said. "Bullying is bad; no exceptions. And you..." he pointed to my old friend. "...I should call your parents, but this isn't Middle School. I'm not required to give a damn about any of you."
Okay. Long story short, we all had to go home. And for some reason, we walked home together since we lived in the same neighborhood.
"So you really are gay?" said Joel (my friend), holding his pained face.
Sighing, I said, "No. But I don't wanna talk about it right now."
"Oh..." he said, standing in between me and Jordan. "Well, I'm sorry about what I did."
"Fuck you," said Jordan, spitting on the ground.
"I'm trying to say SORRY!" Joel exclaimed, stopping. We all stopped walking.
"I don't care," Jordan said meanly. "You don't mess with my boyfriend and get away with it, ya fuckin' prick."
"So you ARE faggots!" laughed Joel, forcing Jordan to jump on him again. We were on the sidewalk, and I looked around to see if anyone was watching. "Go ahead. Punch me, you motherfucking faggot."
Jordan sighed, and got up, staring at Joel. "What's the matter?" tempted Joel. "Why you bein' a bitch now?" Just when I thought everything was okay, Jordan punched Joel in the jaw as hard as he could, and I just gasped with my hands over my mouth.
"Malik!" cried my mother. "What'd I tell you about that boy?!"
"He was protecting me," I pleaded, looking up at my mother. I could tell she was tempted to sit on my bed with me.
"From what?!" She exclaimed, flailing her arms around.
"I don't know," I sighed. "Joel called me a faggot and Jordan--"
"Wait," said my mom. "Joel?!" I nodded. "Lemme call his parents right now." She got out her phone, but I stood up and stopped her.
"Mom, no!" I cried. "Stop. Please." She stared at me, then at her cell phone. "Please." She sighed, sitting next to me once I sat down.
Sighing, she says, "Malik?" I looked at her, innocence in my eyes. "Do you really wanna do this?"
"Yes," I cried, standing up. "I'll be alright, mom."
"But..." she wiped her eyes. "...you're already being bullied, Malik. And if anything were to happen between you and that boy--"
"It won't," I assured. "I promise. But...can I go out with Jordan? PLEASE?!"
She thought, scratching her head. "I don't know," she replies. "I'm not too keen on the idea of my son dating another boy."
I rolled my eyes, folding my arms. "Mom!" I exclaimed. "It's MY life. You can't control EVERYTHING I do." I was ready to be slapped.
"Oh, my god, you're right," my mother sighed again. "You're right." She sniffled. "You...are...right. I can't. So...do whatever the fuck you want, cause I don't care anymore. Bye." And with that, she stood up and walked out the door. I was speechless.
I pulled out my cell phone, and I went to Jordan (I had his number before all this). I waited for him to answer, but instead it went straight to voicemail.
"Hey. This is Jordan. I'm not here to pick up, so...leave a message, okay? Bye!"
My heart dropped, and his voice made me feel safe.
After the beep, I said, "Hey. It's me, Malik. I just called...to tell you that I'm sorry. I hope you're not mad at me." I took a deep breath. "Anyways...call me back. Bye." After that, I flopped on my bed, closing my eyes.
SO FREAKIN' COMPLICATED! I thought to myself. WHY THE FUCK CAN'T MY LIFE BE MORE SIMPLE?!!
The Next Day....
"Wakey wakey!" said a voice. I opened my eyes to see Jordan staring me in between my eyes.
"Jordan?!" I exclaimed. "How'd you--"
"Your mom let me in," he says, smiling. "Haha. You look cute when you sleep."
"How long have you been watching me?" I laughed, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
"Ummm..." he hummed. "...like an hour. You look REALLY cute when you sleep."
"You're insane!" I joked, lightly pushing him. "But anyways...my mom's cool with me dating you?"
"Yeah," he said enthusiastically. "I was downstairs with her while she was making French toast, and we had this huge conversation about boundaries."
"Wow," I chuckled. "So...this is it? I finally get to date a boy."
"But still...if you tell ANYONE at school, I will chop your dick off. Okay?" I laughed.
"Yeah," I said, laying back down, giggling as Jordan got on the bed with me.
He hovered over me like before, but this time, there were no interruptions.
"Wait," I said, pushing him off of me and sitting up. "What if people find out?"
"They won't," assured Jordan, leaning in to kiss me.
"But they could!" I exclaimed, pushing him away again. "Joel...sorta knows. And you know how bitchy he can be."
"True," said Jordan, grinning wide. "But...you know what?"
"I...don't...care," he says, finally kissing me on the lips. "I love you, and that's all that matters."
He backed up, staring at my lips with lust. "Awww," I cooed. "That's so...corny." We laughed, but were interrupted by my mom.
"Breakfast's ready," she said, peeking through the door.
To Be Continued....
SORRY ABOUT ADDING A BIT OF LAST EPISODE, BUT I GOT A LITTLE LAZY. NEXT EPISODE WILL BE LONGER! :)
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