"This is the last time I am coming up to this goddamned school for you."
Mr. Van Buren tossed his son's expensive phone carelessly in his direction, scoffing as it crashed to the ground. Michael stopped walking to pick it up, glaring at his father before quickly catching up with him.
"So much for think fast, huh?"
Now once again at the same hurried pace, father and son walked swiftly towards the golden Nissan parked obediently in wait; the locals gawked at his beautiful exterior as they walked and drove past the high school. Soon after the two entered the vehicle, the car roared to life and sped off the property before accelerating down the highway.
"If I get word of you skipping one more goddamned class, my foot will be so far up your ass you will taste the leather," Michael's father growled. "I have had it up to here with your shenanigans, boy. It's not enough that you're a fruit loop, but you have to be an obstinate one, too." Michael felt his heart sink into his stomach, and it wasn't just because of the high speeds.
"Why are you gay? Are you doing this to toy with me?"
"Getting a rise out of your old man before he goes into the grave?"
He took a deep sigh as he made a sudden turn onto another road, one headed for New York. "You better be glad that I am a changed man," he snarled. "I'm getting sick and tired of your shit, Michael. Sick of it. You're fucking eightteen years old and you're acting like a goddamned delinquent." Numbed to the insults and the pain, Michael simply looked out of his passenger window, watching the trees rapidly pass by him. "Don't have that school call me again about you, Michael, or so help me God there will be hell to pay."
This was the first time that Taye ever recalled waking up horny. He's been like this ever since his run-in with that strong teenager from the athletic center, the one he ended up recognizing as the guy that had saved him from that barbaric hothead at the protest. Yes, he missed Gabrielle from time to time, especially since she gives him looks of regret as they pass each other from time to time, but as Joshua said, who needs that bitch? Taye's sexual frustration was not really manageable; he still felt guilty about jerking off that night, felt like in his actions he was dirty. He didn't know what to do.
So despite his very prevalent morning wood, Taye decided to call upon Joshua for help and - as expected - Joshua burst through the door ten minutes later, a look of worry on his face. A long, puffy winter jacket covered his fleece pajamas, his boots wet with snow once again. "Please tell me that somebody died this time," he said.
"Do you want something bad to happen to me?"
"No, no, no. Not that. I just got the fuck up out of bed to come to your aid and I hope that it's not another Gabrielle type of thing. You are too good for her."
"Nothing like that," Taye admitted shyly. "It's just that something has been bothering me for a few weeks."
"What? Your dick?"
"Yes and no???"
"I only asked because its standing straight at attention, like it's saying notice me. Thankfully, you're wearing your sweatpants or I would have been seeing a lot more than a bulge."
"I don't know what to do."
"What do you mean," Joshua asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "What's on your mind? Spit it out."
"How do you get rid of this...feeling?"
"Wait... What do you mean?"
"I just...feel so dirty."
Joshua gave his friend a dumbstruck look, his dark eyes squinted in deep contemplation. "Dirty," he questioned. "Take a fucking bath, my friend."
"No, Josh. That's not what I mean."
"Then what could you possibly -"
The sudden realization smacked him directly in the face, leaving Joshua stunned at the idea. "Oh," he stuttered. "Holy shit. No. No, I haven't. Wait, does this mean that you - Taye, what are you trying to tell me?"
"I...I don't know."
Flustered, Michael slammed the door behind him before storming across his bedroom, blind with rage. "Motherfucker," he mumbled under his breath, speeding across the room to reach his bedroom window. His two parents were at the front of the house, their separate cars parked right next to each other as their equally ear-piercing shouts echoed throughout the wooded area around them. Michael watched as his father waved his arms erratically at his bellowing wife.
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING? FUCKING BITCH, YOU COMPLETELY RUINED EVERYTHING!"
"ME? RUINING EVERYTHING??? YOU FUCKING BASTARD, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO - "
"OH, DON'T FUCKING START! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO HAD THE -"
"GERALD, DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT!"
He was tired of hearing their argument, because it was always the same. It was usually his father's bad temper that would cause them; the littlest things could set that man off. Last time, it was about a package and the time before that, his business flight to China was delayed an hour; there was one particular moment when Michael was six that his father screamed at his mother - his own mother - for whatever trivial reason, the boy himself was too young and terrified to remember. But sometimes, it was his mother that started to complain and show concern for things and initiate one of their well-known arguments. But, today Michael didn't care about them and their goddamn bullshit.
Michael shoved his hands in his both of his pants pockets, angrily scrambling to find his cell phone. He grumbles when he can't find it and, after realizing he left it in his father's car, swung at the air in defeat. "Fuck," he forcefully whispered. "There's no other way."
In a flash, Michael raced out of his bedroom, down a flight of stairs, and through his large front door. Neither of his parents noticed their angry son until he was already in his one of his father's most prized possessions, backing it off of the property. Before driving down the road, he winked at his shocked father and confused mother with a devilish smile pairing beautifully with it.
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