My Bitch_(1)

Claremont High School was located in one of the most comfortable suburbs of a large city.

At 18, Derek was a senior and as popular as they come. He was 6′ tall, slender, and muscular with short, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was handsome, but not rugged-looking. The girls swooned over him, and he had had plenty of girlfriends. The guys liked him because he was athletic but not a jock, playing only volleyball, and his disposition was essentially gentle and kind, but he could also have fun with the best of them.

The first day of school began in its usual noisy fashion. Students were running about to find their lockers, stow their gear, and locate friends, plus learning their homeroom and who their teachers would be. Derek always took special interest in the new students of his same class year, learning their names beforehand, including Cooper’s, knowing that they were typically subject to abuse as “outsiders.”

Cooper was also 18, and a transfer from another, much smaller, school. He was very short for his age and skinny, with dark hair that came to the bottom of his ears. He had piercing, cat-like green eyes with long, dark eyelashes that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he wasn’t. His features were delicate and, if anyone asked him in a personal setting, he would admit that he was gay.

While he also settled into the final year at the large school, Derek first noticed Cooper as he was putting things away in his locker. Matt, who had the locker next to his, looked down at Cooper and asked, “are you a fucking fag?” Matt was a crude, stocky type whose brain didn’t even closely match his bulk. Cooper merely smiled and continued about his business.

“Oh, fairy queen has no answer?” Matt chuckled, then slapped him across the face. Cooper didn’t respond, which only infuriated him further. Matt grabbed Cooper by the throat and slammed him up against the metal locker, lifting him off his feet. “From now on, princess, you’ll answer my questions,” he growled.

The next thing heard was Matt gasping for breath as he writhed about on the floor, his balls having been kicked from behind. Derek smiled down at him and asked, “want answers to your questions, stupid? Then come to me first.” Matt, with eyes crossed and unable to speak, merely nodded as he groaned in pain.

“Thanks, but you shouldn’t have done that. I’ll only pay for it later,” Cooper said as Derek helped him up from the floor. Cooper beamed a smile that showed perfect, snow-white teeth. “That won’t happen again,” Derek said. “Oh, it’s alright. I’m used to it,” Cooper replied in his soft voice, absent the stereotypical lisp.

“My name is Derek. You can always count on me, Coop, if I may call you that,” Derek boldly said without even knowing why. They locked eyes with an unusual intensity that neither could explain. Cooper simply replied, “thanks again, Derek, and I like the nickname.”

As Cooper turned and walked away, Derek couldn’t help but notice his firm, round butt. “What the fuck!” he thought. “Why are you looking at his ass?” Derek shook it off, then went to find his own homeroom and new teachers.

The school was large enough that the senior class was broken into two groups. As such, they had different homerooms and no courses together, so Derek only saw Cooper in passing. When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His eyes were strangely drawn to Cooper, observing his feminine build, slender fingers, smooth complexion and full lips. Derek had decided that Cooper wasn’t handsome or cute. On the contrary, he was pretty; very pretty.

As time went on, Derek’s thoughts continued to drift to Cooper, but didn’t know why, and they were beginning to disturb him. It was more than just making sure he wasn’t being victimized. At one chance meeting during lunch, they linked eyes from a distance.