TROUBLE HE'S IN.
1170 Words
Chapter -: 5
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Louis saw his brother headed towards detention, dropped his bag, and ran to catch up to him, "Please, tell me you did not just get detention again?" Louis begged, gaze fixed on DJ.
"Fine, then I won't tell you." The younger boy sighed and resumed walking again.
Louis shook his head and reached for his wrist, pulling him back and into his chest, "Please, baby brother, tell me if something's wrong." He whispered, both hands squeezing the younger boy harder into him. Students walked by, while some threw weird glances at them, others smiled and moved along.
"I'm fine, Lou." DJ lied.
Louis saw the lies even before they were spoken and he felt for his brother. This had to be the third time this week, he's going to get himself suspended. "What do you even do?" He demanded again but as expected DJ just ignored him. "Dude, you've gotta talk to me, man, I'm your brother, I love you!" Louis squeezed before gently letting him go. DJ ignored him still. A loud sigh gave way as Louis decided it's best he stopped asking.
DJ would never speak to anyone about the things that bothered him.
Louis knew how stressed their father was concerning the boy and he wanted to help.
He doesn't like it when Danny stresses.
He has his own problems but he never lets them bring him down like DJ seems to do all the time. Just one look at him and you'd know he's greatly troubled.
He had to deal with the waves of jealousy that floods him whenever he saw his mother kissing or in any form of romantic situation with the only man he's ever loved. Sometimes, it gets so bad he just wants to forget she's his mother and see that she's out of the picture along with his Grandpa but a step a day gets him a lot closer to his desire and he would stop at nothing until he's bed and had Danny all to himself.
He just couldn't pretend that he wants Danny because he wants him, all of him.
His thoughts keep him awake at night, turning and tossing restlessly on his bed, needing to touch, to feel, to hold the man. It's become unbearable.
His feelings getting deeper, the longings, it as if he's playing with his emotions purposely, toying with his aching needs for him.
His thoughts, sinful.
Shaking the thoughts aside he murmured, "I'm off for practice..." Louis grabbed the gym bag he had thrown aside as he hugged his brother, he clasped him on the shoulder and whispered, "You know where to find me if you need anything." With that said, he was gone.
The sixteen-year-old adjusted the straps of his backpack and resumed his slow walking down the hall to his detention.
Why does he always put himself under such stress only because he wishes to be in the same room as Miss Kilborne? Well, he wouldn't have if Joey didn't fill his head with those damn stories.
He wanted to see for himself.
Once he made it to the desired door, he stood in front of it for a few minutes just breathing in and out to ease his thundering heartbeats.
"Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to get in here?" The teacher's over slutty voice came through the door and he quickly shoved it open and stepped inside.
With head bowed, hands gripping tightly to his straps he walked over to the nearest seat available.
"Welcome to detention... Put your phone in that tray over there and grab a book." She spoke without looking at him, her eyes focused on a book she's got in her hands.
DJ took out his phone, stood back up to go drop it as instructed when he decided to look around the room. Tony the jock sat behind the back, tossing a baseball into the air with legs crossed on top of his desk.
"What are you looking at, dork?" He scowled when he caught him staring too long.
DJ shook his head and looked away from him, eyes fell on Sofia, Emo Sof, at least that's what half of the school called her. DJ watched her closely, she dyed her hair black, wearing tight t-shirts on skinny jeans, tracing her leather black boots up until their eyes met. She bared her teeth at him as if she was about jumping his skin and DJ stumbled backward awkwardly.
"Take a photo, it lasts longer, freak!" Johnson mocked and they all laughed.
"Take a seat, DJ...," the teacher warned, "and Tony, put the ball down and grab a book." She glared at the boy who simply just ignored her instruction.
DJ did take his seat that time but he did see two more students present in the room. A total of six, well, at least he wouldn't be alone with the teacher, or maybe what Joey said about her was all false. Students do know how to spread false rumors most of the time.
Like the time Annabel spread the news about Moose murdering his entire family. She even created photo-shopped images of the crime scene when in truth Moose had been in an accident after a long night of partying and illegal consumption of alcohol, he drove drunk and owned illegal substances. So, not only was he in a coma but once he woke up and got out of the hospital, he was going to prison. But, the jealous b***h had made up that sick story, and for what? all because he dumped her ass the previous day and chose her friend instead.
"I will be right back!" Miss Kilborne announced and got out of her seat. DJ tried to hide his stares but couldn't help but study the woman as she walked out. He had no idea where her hips started because of the massive rolls mounding along the side of her overly-tight dress which clung onto her skin like a glove and appeared to be far too revealing for a teacher. Apparently, the rest of the students agreed as Tony let out a loud whistle while hungry eyes followed her every move till she was out the door.
"You can close your mouth now." Sofie threw a rolled-up paper which startled and nearly knocked him out of his chair, they all laughed at him again but he just rolled his eyes and balanced his behind nicely on the hard surface.
Maybe Joey was right after all.
This had to be the first time he's seen her dressed so slutty and he had tried to catch a glimpse for himself.
It didn't take long for her to return and when she did, they were all eager to ogle at her one more time before she disappeared behind her desk and DJ was only left to stare at her upper body.
He was certain he saw the outline her perky n*****s made through that dress.
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