Disclaimer: Oh yes, Chad and James are my personal slaves. I own them and everything they do...oh crap, I just woke up. Bummer.
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Lucas' POV
Great. Another day of being awakened by my alarm clock, at least I woke up to Modest Mouse...that has to say something. And I was having such a wonderful dream too. I dreamt of being involved in the most loving, passionate sex with the greatest guy in the world. Unfortunately, my presence is requested at the bane of my existence...Tree Hill High, or what Glenda and I prefer to call it, hell. There are no other words that could possibly describe the place better. I've got to quickly go through my morning routine and pick up Glenda for school.
I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Lucas Roe. My mom and I live alone together in what she would call a cozy home. My mom's pretty cool, she's the only other person in this fucking town besides Glenda that truly gets me. She encourages me to be myself. She's okay with the Goth phase, and yes, I know it's a phase, but this is who I want to be right now. She was so supportive of me when I told her I was gay. Hell, she even tried setting me up one time. Luckily, I put a stop to that before she could go through with her evil plans. Glenda thinks having a gay friend was the greatest thing in the world. Sometimes when she and I are alone in my room, drawing, listening to music, or at times, playing video games, the topic of boys come up, and which ones we thought were hot, and who we'd like to date.
She always has a specific list of guys she'd like to go out with. I on the other hand, am pretty vague with my taste in guys. I don't think she would understand who I would really like to go out with, considering he doesn't run in our specific group in school. I'm a Goth kid, he's a jock. We're like the polar opposites of each other. Besides, it's totally cliché'; the outcast in love with the most popular guy in school. The whole situation just screams 'teen flick', or 'TV drama', whichever you prefer.
One of the other things I love about Glenda , is the fact that she doesn't feel the need to preach all her problems to me. She knows she has issues, and I know she has issues. She doesn't complain, or whine, become bitchy, like some blonde cheerleader I know of. The same blonde cheerleader, who was once the on again, off again girlfriend of the main subject of my wet dreams. And when my best friend does voice her problems, she doesn't dump them on you, expecting you to fix it for her. She seeks suggestions on how to deal with them herself. She's a great friend. If I weren't gay, chances are, we'd be in a relationship right now. It's something we joke about all the time. How by now we'd be fucking each other's brains out constantly.
Just because Glenda doesn't like taking about her feelings, doesn't mean I don't know she's upset, like I can tell she is the moment she got into my car. She becomes sullen and introspective, whereas she's usually very vocal with me. I don't have to be a fucking psychic to know what's going on. She and I know one another like the back of our hands. Apparently she's fighting with her mom again, something they do a lot of lately. Her mom is a real bitch. Trying to force her daughter into being someone Glenda refuses to be. She doesn't understand that her daughter is happy being the person she is right know. Okay, happy isn't the right word...more like comfortable. What Goth kid is happy? We drove the entire way in silence. I'm not going to force her to talk, I know full well that when she's ready, she'll talk about it eventually.
I pull into my assigned parking space, which is another way this damn school likes to classify us. All the popular shitheads who are treated like fucking royalty, get all the closer parking spaces, while us lower forms get shanked with furthest spaces. God I can't wait until this year is over. Just a couple of months left and then we can kiss this abomination goodbye.
"Oh look, the brats are out in force." Glenda mutters under her breath, but I catch it clearly, and I can't help but chuckle, 'cause that's exactly what the rich pricks are...spoiled brats.
I look up to see the cream of the proverbial crop. There's Peyton and Brooke, sisters born from different parents some would say. You know, come to think of it, Peyton would make a great Goth. I can practically see the fact that the whole cheerleader thing is an act. Both Glenda and I see it everyday, it's amazing none of her other friends notice. I guess it's easier to see from an outside perspective. Brooke fits the typical embodiment of a cheerleader. Her chest compensates for her lack of brains. Her grades are proof of that. Rachel, the school slut...enough said. Tim, anyone, and I mean anyone in school would agree, that he is the biggest loser in the whole town. Glenda and I can't really grasp the concept on how he became part of the group in the first place. Our guess is, he's mooching off the popularity of his best friend. Which leads us to Nathan Scott. The school king. The basketball star. The top dog. My love interest. Of course, I wouldn't tell my best friend that. I wouldn't hear the end of it.
I just can't help it. There's something about Nathan that just seems different from the rest of the popular group. Something that attracts me to him in ways that no other in school can. Sure, he's tall, dark, handsome, and has a great fucking body, that I've had the pleasure of seeing when changing before and after gym class. But I can tell he isn't happy. He seems like he gets everything he wants, but he still isn't happy. That alone tells me there's more to him than what he shows.
I'm too engrossed in my thoughts to hear the comment made by Tim, which I'm positive was directed towards us. And I'm also sure that the others didn't think the comment was funny, since he's the only one laughing. What makes me smile is that I hear a 'smack', followed by an "Ow.", coming from Tim, and Nathan mumbling to him to "Shut up."
"Alright, I gotta' go. Computer Tech calls," Glenda says closing her locker. I apparently was so engrossed with Nathan and Tim, I didn't notice that Glenda had already gone through her morning locker routine.
"See you at lunch, we'll do Wendy's." I smile, adjusting the bag over my shoulder. Every day, she and I would alternate between picking the place to eat out for lunch, since neither of us could stomach eating in the cafeteria. It was either McDonalds, Subway, Taco Bell, my mom's cafe' and my personal favorite, Wendy's.
After we part, I head to the tutoring center to start my day. Since I've been getting excellent grades since Kindergarten, I managed to receive all my necessary credits to graduate high school, therefore, my senior year schedule allowed me to do basically whatever I want. First and sixth periods were free periods. During those times, I spend them in the tutoring center helping others. One of the great things about it is the money I get from tutoring that goes towards my college tuition. And after four years of tutoring and working at the café, I've saved up quite a lot. The other is Haley. She's neither popular, or an outcast. She's right smack in the middle. She doesn't try and adjust to the way other kids think. She goes with the flow, just being herself. I like her a lot. I mean, I love Glenda, but there are certain things that I can only tell Haley about. She is the only one who knows about how I really feel about Nathan.
"Well hello there Mr. Roe." came the cheery voice of one Haley James, she was about to hug me, but she stopped the moment she caught my eyebrow, "I see you mutilated yourself again." she said in a mocking judgmental tone, which she could never pull of since she always smiles two seconds later.
"An eyebrow piercing is hardly mutilation." I tell her, raising my pierced eyebrow at her.
"You got your ear, lip, and now eyebrow pierced. Are there any others I don't know about?" Haley teased.
I stick out my tongue to both tease her childishly...and to show off my tongue piercing.
"Oh my god. Does Karen know you have that?"
"Of course she does. She also knows about this too." I said as I pulled up my shirts to reveal my bellybutton piercing.
"Damn, Luke. What? You going to tell me you got your cock pierced too?" Haley narrowed her eyes at me, but I could see the laughter in them.
I paused for dramatic effect before answering, "You know, I really thought about it. But I decided to get one, as a graduation present to myself."
"Tell me you're not serious." To say that Haley was shocked was an understatement. I chuckled a little and gave her a little smirk, "Maybe. Then again, you'll never know." I laughed.
"God Lucas, you are such a pain in the ass."
I laughed as a went over the tutoring today. Usually, we are given one student per day, or more than one day, depending on how much help the student needs. Since I have no one scheduled for today, I'm able to catch up on my reading. I do notice, however, that Haley is tutoring Nathan today. I turn away so as to keep me from starring, but I try to listen to their conversation, but they're speaking too low for even me to hear.
Mercifully, the day ended. But not before I was given a note saying that I was part of a select group of seniors that were to come in on Saturday for a student project, and that it was mandatory. Great, there goes my weekend. Glenda and I had the whole weekend planned out too. Figures Tree Hill High would be responsible.
It's when I'm putting my things in my locker, that I notice Nathan is looking at me. But quickly turns away the moment I make eye contact with him. That seemed to happen a lot today. I don't think much of it because I don't want to get my hopes up. I quickly race outside to find Glenda leaning on the passenger side of my car, looking pretty drained and annoyed. I could hardly blame her.
"Hello, princess." I teased.
"Shove it." she grumbles, and I smile. Everyday it's like this. She won't let down any of her guards until we are a safe distance from the high school and it's inhabitants.
"I take it your day was lovely?"
"I repeat…shove it."
I laugh as I peel out of the parking lot and head home. Any moment now, she's gonna ask me to stay at my house for a while. It's to be expected when she fights with her mom.
"You mind if I stay at your place for a bit?" she asks. Told you.
"Nope."
"So I was thinking…"
"About?"
"This weekend, I was thinking that I come over early to start out movie marathon."
"Yeah…about that."
"You're not going to bail on me are you?"
"Not by choice."
"What do you mean? Your mom's making you do an extra shift at the café?"
"No. I got this note from one of the teachers during last period. Apparently, I'm supposed to be at school for some senior project."
"You're fucking kidding me, right?" she was understandably outraged.
"No. I was told it was mandatory. Which means our plans are ruined."
"Wait…If this is a senior thing, why didn't I get the same note?"
"I think it's just a handful of seniors."
"What the hell am I supposed to do? I can't hang around home, I can't be in the same room with my mom."
"Well my mom will need help with the music for her all-ages club she's starting. That will take all day." I assured her.
"I guess. At least it'll be better than being stuck in school during the weekend." she teased.
"Oh, sure…rub it in." I growl, and Glenda only laughs.
Nathan's POV
Introductions, huh? Well I'm Nathan Scott. I live alone with my dad in a home that is far from cozy. I personally prefer to call it Dante's Inferno. My dad's an ass, and I wish I can be as far away from him as possible, but I don't know how to accomplish that. He encourages me to be just like himself. I'm stuck in a world where I don't have true friends, or loving parents. My own mom is such a lost cause, I don't even bother with her anymore. The only reason I still live with Dan is because I really don't feel the need to adapt to a new place so late in the game. I mean, it's just a couple of months left of high school, then college. It's the only reason I put up with my father. And when I'm in college, I plan on telling daddy dearest that basketball is going to be officially a thing of the past.
As for friends, well, they say that popularity usually gravitates towards each other, so I'm stuck with fakes and wannabe's. I'm just as much of a fake as the rest of them. We all do things just for appearances sake, which explains why I constantly have Peyton around. If everyone thinks I have a girlfriend, no one would assume that I'm gay. And I take notice of the jokes people say about me and Tim. And let me just say for the record, I wouldn't let Tim's dick anywhere near me.
What a perfect way to start the day. Having the almighty Dan Scott wake you up before fucking dawn to go running, all the while constantly trying to drill into my head about focusing on my game, and being the best. For once I just want him to shut the fuck up, and let me deal with my game in my own way, but no, the control freak would never do such a thing. Everything has to be either his was or the highway. I know that's one of the real reasons my mom divorced him. That and that Dan cheated on her, even though he claims that it was the other way around, which is a total lie.
People don't realize that I'm constantly being over-shadowed by my father. He repeats to me every fucking day about his basketball accomplishments in high school. How he's this fucking legend, and it's my job to keep up the legacy. I don't even have the heart to tell him I hate the game, and it's all his fault. He ruined it for me. You're suppose to have fun, playing the game, but no, the bastard sucked the fun right out of it. I don't even know how he can call being on the varsity team for three years a fucking legacy.
Whitey understands my situation completely. He knows of the pressure Dan keeps putting on my. At first I didn't understand it, but Whitey explained that Dan was only using me to re-live his glory days. After that, I finally got it. Everything Dan has put me through was all for him. I should've known too. Whenever my picture was taken for the newspaper, he'd always be there. Even if he wasn't in the general vicinity, Dan would always somehow appear so that he could be in the picture, showing off his ego.
Suddenly I'm brought out of my thoughts by him smacking me upside the head.
"What?" I ask.
"Pay attention when I talk to you!" he barked.
"Why? You say the same damn thing every day." I mutter under my breath. I don't think he heard me since he didn't say anything about it, and continued to spew out his accomplishments for the millionth time.
After our run, I quickly dart to the bathroom to shower. The less time I have to spend with him, the better. I keep thinking about all those times I almost quit basketball. Dan would be furious. And pissing of Dan Scott is not something you want to do. I even told Whitey about quitting, and he provided the words of wisdom he's known for. He said to quit for me, not to spite him. Honesty, I can't fathom why Dan despises Whitey so much. Personally I like the guy. But Dan expects me to hate my coach just as much as he does. But I can't bring myself to do it. Whitey has provided the fatherly support I would never get from my own father.
Something else that would infuriate my father would be my sexual preference. Sure, I'm known for being a ladies man, but truthfully, I can't help but be more attracted by the male persuasion. I find my eyes lingering on the male form longer than they should during the locker room showers, but not enough to draw attention. Sure, there have been guys at school that catch my interest, but there is this one kid, that truly intrigues me. I wonder what the Tree Hill High populace would do if they found out that not only is the most popular guy in school gay, but also has the hots for a Goth kid. I've seen him in the showers after gym class, and I got to tell you…I like what I see. It's a shame he hides his lean, swimmer's body behind all those baggy clothes. He is without a doubt, the hottest guy in school…in my own opinion.
I often wonder what he looks like if you take away all the hair dye and makeup. I can already tell from his pubic hair that he's naturally a blond. And that just makes him even hotter. He has definitely been the star of my numerous jack-off sessions. Unfortunately, I can't perform said session because I'm running late as it is.
I quickly dash out of the house and to my car. I hear my dad say something to me as I pass him, but I just drown it out. I make it to school in record time, and am annoyed to see my entourage is waiting for me. Peyton, Brooke, Tim and Rachel. I know for a fact that the whole cheerleader thing is an act for Peyton. I don't understand why she does it, and personally…I could care less. I know there isn't a future for us, despite what my dad wants. All we ever do is fight and fuck. And I know come graduation, we're breaking up for the final time. I wonder if I should tell her that I have to think about fucking a really hot guy when I'm pounding her into the mattress. Brooke is like every other popular cheerleader in the country, right down to the bitchy attitude and fashion sense. Rachel has made it perfectly clear she wants to fuck me, and the only reason I haven't is because I don't want to catch something from her. And last but not least, Tim. Let me tell you this right now…the only reason I'm friends with him is because of pity. Back in second grade, no one would play with him, and I felt sorry for him. After that, he followed me around constantly like a puppy. And the rest is history. Hopefully high school will be the last I see of him, that and our ten year reunion.
"Hey bro what's up?" Tim greets me first.
"Not much, just beat as hell." I reply, as I give Peyton the standard kiss on the cheek.
The girls are instantly involved in a conversation I want no part of, and Tim blabbering like an idiot, so I tune him out, which isn't hard since my attention is directed towards the two Goth kids heading into the school, well, mainly the male Goth kid. I just can't seem to keep my eyes off him. Apparently Tim takes notice of who I'm looking at.
"Look, it's The Rocky Horror Picture Show rejects." Tim says laughing.
I roll my eyes and smack him across the head at his stupid joke.
"Ow." Tim rubs his head, "Why'd you do that?"
"'Cause it was a stupid joke." I say.
"Yeah it was." Peyton piped in.
"Look, I gotta' get going. Haley's expecting me."
"See you at lunch." Peyton says after kissing me.
I quickly jog to the tutoring center, but instantly stop to see the Goth kid and Haley chatting. I wish I knew his name so I can stop referring to him as the 'Goth kid'. I try to get close enough to hear their conversation without getting caught.
"You got your ear, lip, and now eyebrow pierced. Are there any others I don't know about?" Haley teased.
He sticks out his tongue to reveal a…oh god, tongue piercing. That is so hot.
"Oh my god. Does Karen know you have that?"
"Of course she does. She also knows about this too." Goth boy says as he pulls up his shirts to reveal his bellybutton piercing. Holy hell! What I wouldn't give to lick that damn thing!
"Damn, Luke. What? You going to tell me you got your cock pierced too?" Haley replies. Luke. Luke. Finally, a name for the face I dream about. Wait, what was that last part? Something about his cock pierced?
He pauses for dramatic effect before answering, "You know, I really thought about it. But I decided to get one, as a graduation present to myself." My knees almost give away on me at the declaration.
"Tell me you're not serious." Haley scolds. Luke chuckled a little and gave her a little smirk, "Maybe. Then again, you'll never know." He laughs. I instantly fall in love with his laugh.
"God Lucas, you are such a pain in the ass." Haley says as she sets up for out appointment. I decide to finally make myself known.
"Hey, Hales."
"Hey, Nate." She smiles.
I adore Haley. Besides that Lucas kid, she is the only other person I truly like in this school. If I weren't gay, I'm pretty sure she and I would be together. I know that hasn't stopped me from being with Peyton, but I refuse to use Haley that way. She deserves so much better, because she is so much better. I owe her so much. Because of her, I'm doing pretty well in school, so much so in fact that I received a full academic ride to Boston University. I wonder what Dan will think when he finds out I'm not going to Duke, nor pursuing a basketball career. I'm sure he'll shit himself.
My eyes once again wander back to Lucas, and I guess Haley catches this.
"You like him don't you?" She suddenly asks.
"What?"
"Lucas. You like Lucas, don't you?"
"I…uh…"
"It's okay if you do." She winks at me, "I think you two would be really hot together."
"Haley!"
"What? I'm just saying."
Haley's always been incredibly perceptive. During one of our tutoring sessions back in sophomore year, she managed to find out I was gay without me even saying a damn thing. We joke about the guys we would like to go out with. And she offers me great advice. It's just comforting to be around someone who is real and understanding, as opposed to the people I end up being around all the time.
"What do you want to know about him?" She asks.
"What?"
"What do you want to know about Lucas?"
"I…" I don't know how to answer. I see him sitting with his back to us, reading a book. At least I can admire him without him knowing.
"Okay, I'll give you a few basics. His name is Lucas Roe. He's really smart. Loves to read. And despite his looks, is really friendly, so don't let the whole Goth look throw you off."
"What's his true hair color?" I already knew the answer, I just wanted conformation.
"He's blond." She answered. I knew it.
"Why does he dress like that. I think he could be one or the popular kids."
"Because that is who he wants to be. He wants to do his own thing, be his own person."
"What do his parents think of all of it?"
"His mom's really supportive. Of course, his mom's really cool. I should know since I work at the café she owns with Lucas. She's kind, caring, considerate, and very open-minded. Which explains why she was okay with her son being gay."
My eyes quickly snap to hers in shock. Lucas was gay? Holy shit! And suddenly, things look so much better. But a thought occurred to me. There's no way he would go for me. I see the way he looks at us popular kids. I know he both despises and feels sorry for us, and I can't really blame him. We're not exactly the easiest people to get along with.
"I think that if you two took the time to get to know each other, you'd realize that you have a lot more in common." Haley says, apparently catching my instantly sullen mood.
"But how will I get the opportunity to get some one on one time with him? Or what would other people think about the two of us together?"
"You mean other people in this school?"
I nod yes.
"Nathan, high school is almost over for us. And besides, the real world doesn't care who you were in high school, whether you're the popular kid, the loner, the geek, the slut, the prom queen, or the Goth. The real world doesn't care. What's a couple of months of high school compared to the rest of your life?"
I stare at her dumbly. How the hell does she do that? Always un-complicating situations. I guess it comes with being a tutor. She is right, as always. It shouldn't matter what people think. I continue to stare at the back of Lucas' head as Haley's words keep repeating in my head.
When sixth period rolled around, the teacher handed a few of us a note saying to come to school tomorrow for my senior project. And that is was mandatory. Great. I'll be stuck in school on a Saturday. Well, it beats being stuck at home with my dad.
I'm once again swamped by my 'friends' as soon as I reach my locker. I spot Lucas several lockers over, getting ready to go home. He must've sensed someone looking at him, and he looks up to find me looking right back. I quickly divert my gaze before he can think anything of if.
"So Nathan, what are you doing tomorrow? I was thinking of another party at your beach house…" I interrupt Tim before he can finish his thought.
"Can't. I got this note from school saying that I have to come in tomorrow for a project. I can't get out of it." Secretly I'm thanking whatever high power that exists for this project 'cause I'm really not in the mood for one of those parties. Having the kind of party life I have seems like fun, but the novelty wears off real quick.
"You too?" Brooke asked, producing the same note I got. I nod, "I heard Peyton and Rachel got one too."
"Really?" I ask, feigning interest. I could really care less.
"At least there will be a couple of people I know there." Brooke says.
"How come I didn't get one?" Tim pouts.
"Tim, you really want to come to school in a Saturday? When it's not detention?" I ask.
"You guys will all be to busy to do something with me." Again with that pitiful pout.
"I don't know what to tell you. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you aren't graduating." I respond.
"He's got a point Dim." Peyton answers as she appeared suddenly out of the blue.
"What about Brooke? She's doing just as bad as I did?" Tim asks.
"But I have a couple of nerds doing my homework for me. Just show a little boob, and men will practically do anything for you." Brooke gloats.
I can only roll my eyes at her. At least I took the high road and did the work myself, granted it was with Haley's help, but still. It's the principle of the thing. To avoid any further conversations that might kill whatever brain cells I have left, I quickly flee from the masses to my car, and head straight for the river court. I love the place because it's quiet, and away from everyone. Even after all this time, Tim and the others still don't know anything about this place. It's like my private sanctuary. And I'd like to keep it that way.