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The Trip Up

The Trip Up

Aug 01, 2017

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Elijah sped through the school carrying glass bottles of paint that he had volunteered to retrieve for the school's art teacher. He wanted to get them to him before people crowded the path back to the classroom. However, these particular paints were expensive and he knew his art teacher paid for them out of his own pocket. He wanted to get them to him as quickly and carefully as possible. Well, this doesn't mean he himself is careful.

He heard the first bell ring and people came flooding into the hallway. He tried his best to swerve around the other students. It became difficult after awhile since more people were starting head to their homeroom. He kept bumping into people and tripping over his own feet. He even knocked someone over and was about to call out to them when he lost his footing. He hurled into another person, ricocheted, and slammed onto the floor. The tops of the bottles flew off, and the paint splashed all over the person's back. The bottles of paint flew out of his hands and shattered into millions of colorful pieces onto the floor. His arms flew up to block the flying paint and glass shards.

He slowly lowered them down and stared at what he had done. He had the expression of disbelief. His chest ached and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He looked up at the person he ran into. The guy was angry, terrifying, and had paint dripping down his arms.

What Elijah didn’t know was that he just ran into the most unreasonably angry and dangerous guy in the entire school. His name was Damien.

Damien's jaw clenched, and his whole body tensed up. The people around them looked at him nervously. Elijah winced as he started yelling at him.

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" roared Damien.

Elijah was speechless. Not only did he just ruin every single one of his teacher's expensive paints, but he was also probably going to get beat up by one of the biggest high schoolers he had ever seen.

Elijah tried to say something but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

"Hey, Damian! Calm down!" Said one of Damien's friends pulling his arm while glancing at Elijah. Breathing hard and a bit pink in the face, Damian kicked the paint and glass shards at Elijah.

A teacher from a nearby classroom poked their head out from the doorway and saw the crowd that had gathered around. They emerged from their room and parted the crowd. They immediately spotted Damien.

"What the hell is going on!?" she shouted at Damien and his groupies.

Damian ignored the teacher and stormed off with his friends following. People started to whisper and gossip of the new events they just witnessed.

The teacher yells to the crowd, "Alright! Clear out! You all have classes to go to!"

Elijah stands up shaking from head to toe trying to catch his breath. The teacher rushes over to help him up.

"Did Damien do anything to you, honey?" The teacher says to him sweetly.

Elijah shakes his head. He clears his throat.

"I was... I was taking my teacher his, his paints and I tripped and I... and I dropped the paints all over him." Elijah explained still trying to process the horror that just happened.

The teacher sighed exasperated but relieved.

"Okay, well, go on ahead to that teacher. Tell them what happened and apologize. Then go to the P.E. office to get washed up and changed."

Elijah nodded.

"I also recommend apologizing to Damien. He's not someone you want to make mad."

"I understand," Elijah says.

"No, you don't." The teacher says sternly. "Damien has been in serious trouble for sexual harassment towards people he doesn't like. Tread lightly."

The teacher gives him a look of warning and walks away. She leaves Elijah standing there in a cold sweat.

~

After school, Elijah was walking down an empty hall thinking about all the people who bothered him with stupid questions about the paint incident. They all seemed to have this bizarre expectation that there will be a huge fight right after school. Some people even asked if Elijah was okay with letting a guy do him. Elijah had found out earlier that the guy he pissed off not only had perverted tendencies, had a weird anger problem and, to his surprise, was super popular. Everyone in the school knew who he was, but Elijah didn't. Elijah was the kind of person who didn't know people, but people knew him. Apparently, Elijah was known as the shut-in with a mental disorder who was unbelievably talented. He didn't know this until rumors spread about him and Damian.

He realized he passed the boy's locker room and paused. He remembered what that teacher said about apologizing. He hoped that Damien wasn’t still too mad. He noticed it was really noisy in there for a Friday but remembered there's a football game that night. Damian had apparently played football since he had a jersey on when Elijah dropped the paint. Elijah winced at the memory and sighed.

Elijah turned around and decided to try to talk to Damian. He thought it was better to get this over with than to wait. But, when he walked in, he immediately felt out of place. All the guys were so intimidating in there and made him feel so small and weak. They were all tall and decently buff, unlike Elijah, who was average and thin.

He walked past each row of lockers and tried to look at everyone's faces. That was a problem since most of the guys were either half naked or in the showers. Elijah looked down at his feet as he walked. He didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. But to his dismay, he, once again, crashed into someone and fell to the floor. Luckily, this time, he didn’t have anything in his hands.

He looked up. To his horror and embarrassment, it was Damian. He could immediately feel his face burning up.

"What's with you and crashing into me?" He looked and sounded irritated.

Elijah quickly stood up. He was turning pink not only because of his embarrassment but also because the guy had no shirt on. Thankfully, he had his pants on unlike some of the others.

Elijah bowed his head in shame. "Ah! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I only came here to apologize! I not only crashed into you twice, but I also ruined your clothes! I am so very sorry! I swear I'm not doing this on purpose!"

"Whatever it doesn’t matter."

"It was my fault, though! I was stupid enough to run with glass bottles full of paint!"

"I not that mad and you don't have to bow." Damian sounded pissed.

Elijah stood up straight. His face was pink with embarrassment. A lot of people gathered around to watch and started to whisper rather loudly. Some started to snicker at Elijah. Damian looked around at the others staring. They all walked away when he gave them a look.

"Please, is there any way I can make it up-"

"Just shut up already, you're getting on my fucking nerves."

"Oh... sorry..."

Elijah looked down at his feet.

Damian walked over to his locker. Elijah followed. He could see that the team were already fully dressed and were walking out of the locker room to the field. Elijah looked at Damian and wondered if he should be going with them since he is on the team.

"Uh... isn't- I mean- the game...-"

Damian ignored him. He opened his locker and had handed him a plastic bag full of clothes. Elijah looked at it and immediately knew what Damian wanted.

"Clean them," Damian said threateningly.

"Huh?"

Damian leaned against the lockers and crossed his arms.

"The jacket you ruined. The paint obviously is not going to come out easily!"

"Wha- You are still mad!"

Elijah felt annoyed but still a little frightened.

Damian glared, "A little."

He suddenly grabbed Elijah and slammed him against the lockers with a large BANG. He pinned him against the lockers and stared him down, fuming. Elijah instantly started to fear for his life.

"Look, those clothes were pretty fucking expensive and you were the one who totaled them. All I'm asking you is to clean them. It's not like you have a choice."

Elijah knew it would be nearly impossible to get the paint stains out and this made him nervous.

"Bu-but what if-"

"Then you have to be my personal slave for a month."

This hit a nerve in Elijah and he pushed Damian away. Damian only chuckled maliciously.

"What!? That's not fair!" He said angrily. "They're only clothes!"

"They're fucking expensive!"

"Why'd you waste money on a stupid jacket then?" Elijah crossed his arms. "I'll try my best to take out the stains but I am not going to be your 'slave' for a month."

Damian leered at him up and down. Elijah felt very uncomfortable as he remembered what he had been told throughout the day. He tried to step away but backed into the lockers. Damian leaned in closer. He suddenly seductively blew on Elijah's neck. Elijah shuddered and blushed.

"What are you-"

Damian suddenly licked his neck, traced it up to his earlobe, then nibbled on his ear. Elijah's mind started to get dizzy and his face was a violent red. A small noise rose from his throat and came out loud. Elijah clamped a hand over his mouth. He had never moaned like that before. He was so embarrassed he could die.

"Consider that a warning," Damian said in a low voice as he pulled back.

Elijah was blushing ear to ear. Damian let go of him and grabbed his football gear. While pulling an undershirt over his head, he walked out the locker room back door headed to the field. Elijah stood there trying to make sense of what just happened. He was told Damian was perverted but doing that to a total stranger?

"W-what...?" His senses came back to him. "What the fuck is wrong with that fucker!?"

"Man, I do not envy you." Said one of the other football players who were still there. He was packing a gym bag with party supplies.

"What just happened?"

"Don’t think much of it. I've heard that Damian is just a perverted jerk who likes to mess with people. Especially if they piss him off. But he's just a prissy little rich boy who throws a tantrum if his toy gets broke."

"What the fuck? What a freak."

"Yeah, well, if I were you I just would do what he says. Things could get ugly. But then again..." He paused and thought for a moment.

"What?"

"You must've done something else to him to get him that pissed over clothes."

"But, but I've never talked to him before! Is this just because of his stupid jacket!?" Elijah threw his arms in the air in frustration. "Or maybe he just doesn’t like me!"

"I dunno. You must've. Maybe you don’t remember. Or he could be in a mega bad mood." He slung the gym bag over his shoulder then shrugged. "Just do what he says."

"But this paint is nearly impossible to get out of clothes!"

"Sucks to be you then."

He was about to walk away when Elijah said, "Will anyone talk about what just... you know... happened?"

"Nah. Damian would kill us all if we did."

"Oh."

He left. No one was in the locker room at this time and the only sound there was, was the distant cheering coming from the game.

"Why does it seem like this is normal for him to do that kind of stuff?! Why would anyone let him get away with that!?"

Elijah frowned then sighed and walked out. He could feel his skin tingling where Damian had violated him. Once outside, he could see the football field lights for the game and the cheering got louder. He was about to head home when he saw a flash of red hair.

"Eli! Hey! You're here!"

His best friend Rylie came running up to him with one of her other friends. She was one of the ones who told Elijah how popular Damien is.

"Are you going to the game?"

"Ah, no. I wasn't planning to." He couldn’t tell even her what happened. Honestly, he didn’t want to tell anyone even if he could. It was too horrible and embarrassing to even remember.

"Aw! You should! There's going to be an after party!"

"Yeah, all the hot seniors are going." Said Rylie's friend, Kim, sweeping her long black bangs out of her face.

"After party? Even if we lose?" Elijah asked confused.

"Silly! It's homecoming!" Rylie said excitedly.

The cheering got louder and the girls looked at the field anxiously.

"Oh, I forgot."

Elijah thought for a moment. He knew Rylie would give him shit if he didn’t end up going or she would brag to him about hooking up with a guy. Both were irritating. He figured Damian wouldn’t do anything if the whole school was there. "I guess I'll go."

"Good 'cause I already called your mom!"

Rylie and Kim both cheered and pulled Elijah along with them.

The game was really packed with people and Elijah did not enjoy the trip to their seats. Once they sat down and got as comfortable as they could, Elijah took out his phone and started to read. It was a few minutes into the game when he felt a chill down his spine.

"Is he looking at me?!" Rylie said hopefully looking over the rows of people.

"No! He must be looking at me!" Kim said back.

Elijah looked up from his phone and caught a glimpse of Damian's golden brown hair down by the team's benches. He then immediately made eye contact with him. Damian smirked and winked at him. Elijah blushed and angrily looked away. Rylie and Kim both squealed in excitement.

"Oh! He's so hot!" Rylie gushed sweeping her short wavy hair back. Elijah assumed she was trying to look sexy.

"Flirts are always so exciting!" Kim said doing the same.

"I think he's a jerk." Elijah spat.

The girls started shouting at him trying to defend Damian. He just ignored them and went back to his phone. He could still feel Damian staring at him. After awhile, Elijah felt his eyelids get heavy and decided to go to sleep until the game was over. He leaned onto the railing and fell into a deep sleep.

*Sample Continues into Chapter 2 which is going to be posted tomorrow*

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Welp, I'm doing it! I'm actually posting some of it! I'm only posting a sample because I want to see if this is a story worth finishing.
I really want to see people's thoughts on this story so far. If you like it- more of the sample is coming soon! If not- please comment why! I really appreciate feedback!

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This is so so good! Please keep going with this!

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