Looks are deceiving
 

Name: Lucas (Luke) Phillips
Appearance: http://yaoiai.com/gallery/showphoto....wimmer/cat/511
Age: 17
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 lbs
Cock size (never done one): 5 inches
Personality: Driven, Intelligent, Stubborn

As one of the members on the swim team, Lucas was used to having the attention of the ladies. Him and his buddies talked about how many they have laid and who were easy and who were a "challenge". There were a couple AP classes he had (English and Science) and he detested math to the core even though he was good at it. Even though he was a rising star blessed with good looks, a brain, a good life style; his parents were never home. He was number 3 on the swim team and his last girlfriend was fucking the captain. To help him vent out his frustrations he found a target on one of his classmates. Thomas Sorenson.

Name: Thomas Sorenson
Appearance: http://yaoiai.com/gallery/showphoto....ervert/cat/529
Age: 17
Height: 5'11
Weight: 190 lbs
Cock Size: 10 inches, thick, uncut
Personality: Intelligent, ambitious, curious

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"Move out of the way nerd!" They pushed him into the lockers as his books dropped onto the floor. Thomas couldn't do anything but let out a long sigh. It was just another typical day for him. Wake up, go to school, get his books thrown down, get pushed into a locker, maybe a gay joke or two, have his lunch spilled or stolen, get made fun of some more, then go home and repeat all over again. The brunette pushed his glasses higher onto his face to keep them from falling as he bent down to pick up his textbooks. "Just another day". Thomas muttered to himself.

He didn't hate high school, it just wasn't as fun as he thought it was going to be. He had always been unpopular for being a nerd who was more into things like science and math than sports and girls. In fact, it was his lack of interest in women that made him the butt of the jokes most of the time. He could only imagine what would happen if the school ever found out he was actually gay. As he picked up his books, he opened up his locker, getting his stuff for the end of school. Thomas had always been patient, figuring that his bullies would get what's coming to them eventually, but it never seemed to happen. Lately, he had been contemplating whether or not he should take revenge into his own hands.

"Hey dork, can't you move a little faster?" Hounded a classmate as they pushed him aside. Lucas kicked Thomas as they walked by and knocked the books out of his hands.

"Sorry! Didn't see you there," shouted Lucas as he passed by him and received a high five from his classmate.

A couple of students came up to Thomas as they attempted to help him up and pick up his books.

"You alright?" Asked one of the students and the other dusted off the books.

The school year was only a month in and everyone was still settling into their routines. Cliques were getting bigger. The hallways were nosier. Shoot, there seemed to be a lot freshman this year as well as a bunch of them ran past them making the student who was talking to Thomas to yell and curse at them.

Tom thanked the kind souls who helped him pick his books back up. When he stood back up, he couldn't help but look at the man who was mostly responsible for all of his torment. Super jock extraordinaire, Luke Phillips. If Thomas could say anything about Luke, it was that he did truly hate him. The asshole jock had started picking on him recently ever since his times in the swim meets had started becoming worse and worse. He wished he could do something to knock him down a peg. More than anything, he wished that somehow he could get the upper hand on the athletic douchebag. Perhaps, if he scouted him for a while, he could find something to exploit.

That's when he remembered there was swim practice today. Thomas grabbed his things and hurried to the boys' change room, finding a good spot to hide before all of the swimmers came in to change. He was going to get the upper hand on Lucas. It was time that he had fun for once at high school.

Lucas went through the motion of the day and thought how boring his life seemed to be. He needed some sort of excitement. When swim practice came around, he walked into the locker room with everyone else as they begin to strip into their swimming gear.

"Move your ass Lucas! Shit! You are slow in here like you are in the pool!" Said the well-built swim captain as he brushed passed Lucas.

"Fuck you, Steve."

"I bet you would," he snickered as Lucas just rolled his eyes and just finished putting on his speedo.

"Come on you slugs! Get your asses moving!" Shouted the swim coach Mr. Charles as the energy of the locker room went into overdrive.

Thomas couldn't believe he was spying on the boys' swimming team. He felt like a complete pervert. His pants were tenting hard as they all undressed. Some of them were beautiful examples of what a man should look like. Some were laughably overcompensating for their shortcomings. He didn't know why, but Tom expected most of the jocks to have big cocks, but he was surprised to find out that he was bigger than most of them, if not all of them. It was definitely an interesting note.

He shook his head as he remembered why he was here. He was here to get some dirt on Lucas. So far, all he gathered was that the jock was just as much a jerk with his friends than he was to him. His body looked amazing, which he expected, but his cock was only average. It made Thomas giddy with glee to know that he was more of a man in some sense than Lucas was. He continued to stay in his hidden corner, observing to see if Lucas would reveal anything that would be of use to him.

Lucas stayed behind as he watched his teammates leave in a hurry. As they walked out, Lucas punched his locker and looked at the door that was still swinging

"I hate this place," he whispered and walked out the door.

Thomas couldn't help but jump a little bit when Lucas slammed his fist into the locker. He didn't know what made him more scared. The loud bang of his fist hitting the locker, the fact that Lucas hit the locker, or all the hatred that Lucas was feeling. Now, he had something. Whatever the jock hated so much about this school, Thomas was going to find out what it was and exploit it.

He didn't have much to do as all of the boys headed out to the swimming pool. So, he stayed in his corner, patiently waiting for Lucas to return.

Swim practice was grueling as the coach made them do drills over and over again. He swore that his arms and legs were going to fall off and he was going to drown. However that wasn't going to happen since Lucas was a stubborn bastard. Once the drill was over, he was the last one into the locker room. The boys stripped and a couple of the naked guys slapped the others with wet towels or their own speedo's.

Lucas peeled out of his speedo as one of the guys slapped him in the ass causing him to jump. "Are you gay you fucking bastard?" Shouted Lucas and shoved the guy who slipped and hit the lockers.

"What the hell, Luke?!" Shouted back the teammate as he picked himself up and shoved Lucas back. "What's wrong little shit? Pissed that your little girl left you because you can't get it up?" The teammate grabbed his own junk and made a thrusting motion towards him.

"Shut up," growled Lucas as he threw his hand in a swiping motion.

"She said that your dick is a bit small and that you suck in bed," he joked and fell backwards when a fist connected with his jaw.

"Shut it now, Cody," said a tall black teen that was hung pretty well himself.

"Tyler man. What the fuck?" Said Cody as he rubbed his jaw.

"Come on you guys. Let's hit the showers okay? Before Coach reams us a new one," Steven interjected quickly and broke up the scuffle.

As the others made some comment, they all went to the showers as Lucas seemed to glare at the back of Cody's head. Then a warm hand touched his shoulder.

"Forget it man. Let's go."

"Thanks Tye. I owe you one."

"Dude, you always owe me one," he joked as he ruffled up his hair.

Thomas could see that Tyler was actually pretty tall. He would guess that he stood about 6'3" and was pretty lean and toned. Tyler was one of the nicer jocks that had partnered up with Thomas in the beginning of the year in science class and he was a pretty nice guy. He liked to joke around and he didn't believe in the whole "stereotyping" thing. As Lucas walked ahead of Tyler. Cody could see that Tyler eyed Lucas up and down and licked his lips.

Thomas watched as the boys came back into the locker room. It was like one of his nighttime fantasies. They were all dripping wet, some of them with nice, thick cocks. It was at this time in his dreams that they usually started to make out with each other and fuck, but the nerd had to remind himself that he was in reality. He quickly snapped out of it when a fight started to break out. It didn't surprise him that Lucas was at the middle of it all. He had heard something just before the fight, something about not being able to get an erection and his girlfriend leaving him. Tommy knew that would hit the boy hard if he brought it up. Then, he watched as he interacted with a tall, black stud. He couldn't help but get hard looking at him. He believed his name was Tyler.

As the boys headed into the showers, Thomas stayed in his corner, thinking of a way to combine all of this information he gained today into one big act of revenge. The more he thought about it, the more sexual his ideas became. After all, the basis of his information was that Lucas was horrible in bed and couldn't perform sexually because of either his small size or early case of impotency. Still, the hardest part about all this was doing it in a way that wouldn't result in Thomas getting half of his bones broken. Once again, he waited it out, waiting for the boys to finish showering so he could perhaps get more dirt to make this a bit easier.

It was probably thirty minutes of laughter and jeering that the boys began to file out of the showers one by one. Some were clad in towels around their waist and others were naked like a newborn and were drying their hair. They talked about who and what they were going to be doing once they left. Tyler and Lucas were soon the last two boys in the locker room and Tyler seemed to eye Lucas as he got dressed.

"Hey man, do you need a ride home?" Asked Tyler as he zipped up his pants and remained shirtless.

"Nah, I like walking home. You know how I like my walks," replied Lucas.

"Hey Luke. I heard you are hanging out with Paul. The new kid that transferred here from another county. Dude he's bad news and I know you are not that kind-"

"Cut it Tyler. We are best buds, but don't start sounding like some of our friends that is saying he is a bad-"

"He is, Luke. You are much better than this and I don't know what happened to you lately. But I know you are not that big of a prick," interrupted Tyler as he looked at Lucas who kept his back to him.

"Whatever, Tye. I will see you tomorrow," said Lucas as he tossed his jacket on and grabbed his bag.

Tyler didn't stop him as he watched Lucas leave and he just shook his head once the doors stopped swinging. "You're so fucking stubborn, Lucas. But that is part of your charm isn't it?" Tyler said loudly as he began to clean up the locker room that was left in disarray by the other boys. When he picked up Lucas's towel, he brought it up to his face and stopped himself as he threw the towels into the hamper. "Shit..." he whispered as he stomped to his locker, finished dressing, and left quickly as a slight bulge was appearing in his pants.

The locker room is silent as the sound of the ticking clock and water dripping was the only ambient noise. Thomas knew that the janitor should still be around and that the boys locker room would be getting cleaned in the next hour.

Thomas twisted his body around as the jocks entered the locker room once more. He watched attentively as the boys mingled with each other, exchanging small talk as they slowly left they room. After a couple of minutes, the only people left were Tyler and that asshole Lucas. He listened in on their conversation. They seemed to be talking about some guy named Paul. Continuing to listen in, he watched as yet another argument broke out. This one wasn't anywhere near as intense as the one earlier, but there was definitely tension between the two when Paul was brought up. Lucas seemed pretty pissed when he walked out of the door. The nerdy brunette made a mental note. When he got home tonight, he would have to research who this Paul was. He smiled to himself. He felt like a spy in one of those movies with all the espionage and sabotage he was planning in his head.

As Lucas left the room, Thomas was surprised by what he saw next. He saw the black hunk grab Luke's towel and sniff it. The bulge that arouse underneath his own towel was more than enough to tell Tommy that Tyler had a thing for Lucas. Slowly, the gears started to turn in Tommy's head as he hatched up a plan. He was aware that all of this was sort of evil and full of malcontent, but he wanted his revenge badly. It was about damn time he took a stand for himself. Pulling out his phone, he turned the sound and flash off as he snapped a photo of Tyler sniffing the towel, and of the bulge in his towel. Thank god the stud was well endowed, or that second part would have been much harder.

As Tyler left, Lucas spent a few minutes making sure no one was coming back in as he slipped out of the locker room. He headed home as fast as he could, scheming up a plan to get back at Lucas every way he can.

Thomas didn't have to worry about anyone as he slipped out easily. It was cool and the night sky was clear on his way home. For Lucas he made it home when it got dark. The house was empty as he found a letter that told him that they were going to Europe for a while for work. He crumbled up the paper and threw it away as he looked into the fridge. Inside was the usual fixing as he grabbed some milk and cereal from the top of the fridge.

Finding an envelope on the counter and opened it up. Inside were a stack of bens and he just sighed as he threw it in a drawer. "Figures." He muttered out loud and ate some cereal for dinner. Once done he washed the dishes and went to bed.

When Thomas got home, he rushed straight from his room. Right away, he uploaded the photos to his computer, and then copied them onto a portable hard drive and a memory stick. The more copies of the evidence he had, the better off he was. As the images transferred onto his several storage mediums, the cogs in Tommy's head continued to run. How could he use everything he learned about Lucas today to get back at him.

To start off, the jock had just got out of a relationship with his ex-girlfriend. It was a fresh wound that Thomas could exploit. Moreover, it was said that the reason for the break up was because Lucas couldn't satisfy his girlfriend in bed. There were rumours that it was because his penis was too small, and even some that said it was because he couldn't get it up. He found the latter less plausible. They were both in the middle of their teenage years, the chances of the jock being impotent were severely low. If it was the small cock thing, then Lucas could definitely wreak havok on Tyler with it.

There was one problem with his plan. No matter how much he schemed and got back at Lucas, it would be no good if the jock was just going to beat the shit out of him. That's when the big, chocolate stud came into the picture. Tyler seemed to be a nice guy, and seemed to be really good friends with Lucas. Hell, he figured the hunk was the douchebag's only friend. If he could somehow get Tyler on his side, then surely the stud could give him some security. Lucas would be less likely to beat him up if Tyler told him not to. Thomas knew he had a surefire way to that; blackmail the swimmer. But he couldn't do that, not yet at least. The nicer Tyler thought he was, the more upset Tyler would get at Lucas for trying to beat him up.

There was already a rift in their relationship because of somebody called Paul. Even through all of his searching online, he couldn't really find that much information on him. It was right about now he wished he had more friends so he could hear the juicy gossip about the supposed bad boy. That's when he came up with it, as if a light went off in his head. Tyler had feelings for Lucas. It seemed to be more than lust. Not much was known about Paul, but if Thomas could convince Tyler that Lucas and Paul were hooking up, then he would for sure have the black stud on his side.

If Tyler didn't go along with any of his plan, he would expose the photos he took. It would definitely destroy any relationship Tyler had with Lucas, and judging by what he saw, Tyler wouldn't want that at all. Excited by all the evil scheming, Thomas stripped down to his boxers and headed off to bed, anxious to start the next day.

The next morning Lucas woke up in his boxers as his alarm went off at 7AM. His muscles sore from practice the night before, he began his morning routine of various stretches and yoga before taking a shower and eating breakfast. As the clock read 755AM, he went back to his room to get his bag and headed out. Lucas needed to do some research in the library for class and find a few other books.

By 833AM he made it to school as students and teachers milled about. He didn't care about poking fun of anyone todays since a paper was due next week and he needed his head in the game. Making his way to the library, Mrs. Silva (the librarian) was there.

"Morning Lucas, how are you?"

"Doing alright, Mrs. Silva. Yourself?"

"It's another day in paradise," she chuckled as she rested her chin on her hands. "What can I help you find today sweetie?"

"Just need a book on Edgar Allen Poe for English class. We are taking a story that he has written and rewriting from another perspective. Honestly I think that is below our grade level, but I'm not the teacher," Lucas shrugged as he looked around the library.

"It will be in the poetry section near American history and European history."

"Thank you Mrs. S," waved Lucas as he jumped the few steps down and walked to the area with the book he was searching for.

Thomas made his way to school, brimming with excitement since he concocted his plan to ruin Lucas' life. When he got there, he placed his books in his locker and watched as his target walked into the school library. It was time to begin his evil scheme. Picking up his bag, he walked over to the library doors and walked inside, spotting Lucas walking into an aisle of books. Tommy waved hi to the kind librarian before following Luke. He walked around the perimeter. It was kind of early, so there weren't any students near the stacks. It was a perfect time to strike.

He walked around the bookshelves, ending up in front of the jock. "Hey Lucas." Thomas said, in his usual soft-spoken, timid manner. "I just wanted to tell you, I'm sorry about you and your girlfriend." The nerdy brunette added. "I...I heard, and I'm sorry." Thomas was laughing inside about how much he could care less about it. "It's not your fault you know. Technically its your Dad's, for...well...you know...handing down some bad genetics. Not everyone can have big penises like the people in porn." He knew how out of line he was, and he was hoping the jock would react like he usually would: by pounding his face in. "And I guess sometimes its tough to get it erect. I-I mean its never happened to me, but I guess it happens to others."

He anxiously awaited the fist to his face. After all, the jock was known for being a hot head. Yesterday he even punched some kid in the locker room at swim practice for the same thing. Surely he'd do something worse to someone he didn't even like. The nerd realized it was going to hurt, but it was a small price to pay to get his payback at the douchebag jock.

Lucas stood dumbfounded as the kid he barely knew and tormented was speaking to him about the shit that was bugging him. He gave Thomas a smile as he patted his shoulder and whispered, "you have guts to say that to my face. People like you really piss me off by acting like nothing is wrong but insult me." In a quick motion he threw a punch, not at Thomas's face, but to his gut as hard as he could. "At least I can get fucking laid you loser," he glared as he grabbed the book he needed from the shelf. "Now I know who to beat the shit out of next."

No matter how much he anticipated the punch, nothing could prepare him for how much it hurt. Thomas felt the air being pushed out of his stomach as the fist connected, making him gasp loudly as he fell to the ground. His eyes teared up from the pain as he groaned, trying to regain his breath. It hurt so much, but the only thing keeping him from crying about it was knowing that it was all going to be worth it by the end. After spending a few minutes on the floor, Thomas finally found the strength to stand up. Lifting up his shirt, he saw a small bruise formed at the point of impact on his stomach. It was perfect. Now he had physical proof of the jock's aggression.

He went on with the day, wincing in pain every now and then in his classes. When the lunch bell came, he proceeded with the rest of his plan. He knew Tyler usually hung out with the jocks at lunch, so if he was going to score any one-on-one time with the hunk, he would have to intercept him at his locker. Thomas weaved through the traffic of high school students, heading to Tyler's locker. He saw him standing there, luckily with no one around him. Slowly, he approached him, trying to look as hurt as possible. He figured the stud was kind, the more vulnerable and weak he looked, the more obligated Tyler would feel to help him.

"Excuse me...you're Tyler right? C-Can I talk to you please?"

Lucas just looked at Thomas as he watched him on the floor and walked away. After checking out the book he left the library like nothing happened. He did however hunt down Cody to have a few words and after another shoving match, got detention with the bastard. It was Lucas's ex, Cody's current girlfriend, that reported them and well...if Cody didn't throw a punch either, then he may have been spared.

Tyler heard through the grape vine what happened and was just getting annoyed at all these antics that Lucas seemed to be doing. He knew the kid for years and if this is how he was going to turn out, he would go back in time to give him an ass whooping he wouldn't forget for acting like a little bitch. When he closed the locker, he saw a familiar face come up to him, but something wasn't right.

"Yeah I am, what's up?" As soon as those words left his lips he slung his bag over his shoulder quickly. "Shit man, do you need me to take you to the nurses office?" He said in a panic and seemed like he was ready to bridal carry Thomas if he said yes. "Tom right?" He inquired quickly as he reached out to him.

Thomas really was mesmerized by the kind stud. He was just so sexy and so nice. He'd do anything to feel those muscles on his hands. When Tyler offered to take him to the nurse's office, he shook his head. "I-It's okay. I'll be fine." The nerdy brunette smiled at the jock's generosity. "I just wanted to talk to you quickly about Lucas." Thomas gulped, trying to look as scared as possible when he mentioned his name. "I...uh...I ran into him earlier today, and I saw him doing something, when he--" Thomas let out a groan of pain as he clutched his sides.

He wasn't anticipating him being this hurt from the punch. "Umm...actually Tyler, c-can you help me to the nurse's office?" Thomas asked. If the stud was offering, there was no point in rejecting, especially when the pain was really starting to sink in. "I-It seems I'm a bit more hurt than I thought I was." Thomas said, trying to feign a smile even though he was hurting badly. He figured if Tyler brought him to the nurse's office, he would wait to see if he was okay. It would give him more one on one time with the hunky male, and more time to work him for information.

"Yeah nice try on acting tough, bud," said Tyler as he easily picked up Thomas and began carrying bridal style to the nurses office. "We will talk about Lucas later, let's make sure he didn't break a rib or something..." he urged as he quickly made his way to the nurses office.

Some of the other jocks from the swim team began to laugh and opened their mouths to say something when he shot them a glare. Making them shut up quickly as the hall way seemed to part like the red sea. "Shit, I'm sorry. If you injured your midsection, me carrying you like this was probably a bad idea," he whispered as he made it to the nurses office and knocked on the door...well kicked at the door until someone came.

Thomas couldn't help but gasp as he felt himself being scooped up by the muscular male. He did feel a bit at ease in the jock's arms. He could see the athlete naked in his mind, mentally running his eyes over his tall, rugged body. It was a shame that he was going to have to use the hunk. He would have loved for him to be his first, but he had priorities. After all, it wasn't like Tyler was going to fall for him. Not when the kind hunk was obviously in love with that prick Lucas. It only made him angrier about his situation; adding even more fuel to his plan to exact revenge on him.

When they arrived at nurse's office, there seemed to be no one there until Ms. Linley showed up. "Come on in and sit down!" The middle-aged, plump, red-haired woman told the two boys. He felt himself being lowered onto a seat. "What happened?" The nurse asked.

"I...uh...I got into a bit of a scuffle with a bully." Thomas told her. He chose to omit the name, trying to make it seem like he didn't want to get the asshole in trouble as a gesture in kindness to Tyler.

"My, my. I told the principal to crack down on bullying, but he's done absolutely nothing! It's quite disappointing." The round woman said as he lifted up the brunette's shirt. She inspected it, making sure nothing too fatal had happened. "Well, there's no fractured ribs or anything, just a bruise. I'll go get an ice pack to reduce the swelling." She told them. She waddled out the door, closing it behind her, leaving the two teens alone.

"I guess I should tell you what happened." Thomas said. "I heard Lucas had broken up with his girlfriend. He's been picking on me for a while. When I found out what happened to him, I went to apologize and ask him if there was any way I could help." His eyes started to fill with tears. He was surprised how good he was at acting. "But all Lucas did was punch me in the stomach." The tears started to fall. "I don't understand. I just wanted to help." Thomas said between sobs. He was convinced he deserved an oscar.

Tyler stood out of the way as he stood in the nurses office with his arms across his chest. When the Nurse Ms. Linley left for the ice, he took off his bag setting on the floor and took a chair over to Thomas. He listened to Thomas and reached out and ruffled his hair.

"Hey don't worry about it. The break-up affected him pretty good, but what was worse what that she was already cheating on him and well...he didn't want to believe. However when it all happened with whatever else is happening, he has become...volatile," Tyler looked a little sad, but put on a winning smile to try and ease Thomas to the best of his abilities. "Besides, there's no excuse for him to do that to you...also I don't even know why he has turned out like this. Over summer break everything seemed cool and when school started, it all went downhill," he admitted openly and then rubbed the back of his head when he removed his hand from Thomas. "Sorry about that. Didn't mean to rattle on like that to defend him after he injured you for being concerned..."

The man was at a loss for words and he didn't know Thomas enough to comfort him, but he stayed with him none the less. "When did this all start?"

Thomas blushed a bit when Tyler ruffled his hair. The muscular teen really did have a winning smile. It was a shame that he was going to have to use him like a pawn in his master plan to ruin Lucas' life. When Tyler mentioned this all happened when school started, a lightbulb went off in his head. This was perfect. "Well, Lucas has always picked on me. So, I-I'd say since the first week of freshman year." The brunette said, wiping the tears from his eyes. "But ever since the school year started, he's gotten meaner. I-I didn't think it was possible. He would just call me loser and nerd before. This year, he started pushing me into lockers and tossing my books. He started calling me gay, and faggot, and queer too." Thomas admitted. He wondered how Tyler would react when he found out Lucas was making fun of him by calling him a homosexual. After all, he was sure Tyler was gay for Lucas. If he found out that the person he crushed on was picking on people by calling them gay, he wouldn't be too happy.

"You said it all started when the school year started, right?" Thomas said, his sobbing becoming quieter and quieter. "Well, usually when he's mean to me, the new kid Paul is with him. He was there when he punched me this morning." Lucas sobbed again as he looked down at the floor. "They both laughed at me when I dropped." It was a lie. He didn't even know who this Paul person was. What he did know though was that Paul was new here, and Tyler didn't like him. Was Paul really the reason why he was acting out so violently? He didn't know, but he was damn well going to make Tyler think it was.

Tyler began to run the back of his head and slumped forward as Thomas told him everything. He was shocked. He was disgusted. He was boiling up inside. "You sure Paul was here? Really here?" He questioned injured teen. "Fuck that bastard came to school even though he's suspended...probably got in under my radar," growled Tuler as he slammed his fist into his hand.

"Hey Tom, if you see Paul. Report him right away. He's bad news and will drag down any good kids for his own sick amusement," he said as he walked over to his bag and picked it up. "I'm going to go to let the principle know so if they see him they can deal with him. Also...we have chemistry next so I will take down the notes for you. Just stay here and rest up."


As if a last minute thought hit him, Tyler walked over to Thomas as he got pen and paper out of his bag. "I am really sorry for all of this," he said as he finished scribbling down something and handed it to Thomas. "My name and number. I will do my best to have a better rein on Lucas and have him apologize to you. Is there anything else you need from me?"

Thomas may have stumbled a bit when he heard Paul was suspended. He figured it was a shot in the dark, and it seemed to anger Tyler a bit. Hopefully the stud would let his anger blind his logic and let this one slip by. It seemed very likely because never before had Thomas seen Tyler get so upset at something. This person Paul must really be a jackass if Tyler hated him this much. The brunette smiled at the boy's apology. Damn the hunk was so sweet. He couldn't help but think of the male as his knight in shining armour. Too bad he wasn't a damsel in distress, just a vixen looking for revenge. "You don't have to apologize. None of this was your fault" Thomas said between fake sobs.

When Tyler said he would take notes for him, a genuine smile came across Tom's face. "You don't have to, really. You've got a lot on your plate. Last thing you need is to fall behind in class because you had to make some extra notes for some dork." He told him. He took the piece of paper from Tyler with his number and name on it, watching as Tyler asked if there was anything else he could do. "Actually, there is one thing. When I get home, I won't be able to hide this from my parents. I was hoping, maybe, that perhaps you could come over to dinner at my house tonight? I'm sure after I tell my parents what happened that they'll want to thank you. It's the least I can do for dragging you into all this." Thomas said. He wondered if the jock would accept his offer. If so, then he'd have the home court advantage in taking down Lucas.

Tyler rubbed the back of his head again and nodded. "Sure and I can drive you home tonight since walking home or taking the bus probably won't be that great at all. Also I need to apologize to your parents for all of this. I mean...shit..." Tyler knew this could get ugly real quick and if he could avoid some damage then it should be fine. Dude...you are about to get kicked off the swim team with this stunt you pulled...

As the bell rang Tyler lifted his hand to wave bye. "Will see you later and just give me a call when you are done with your last class," he smiled and rushed out the door quickly so he wouldn't be late.

"Alright. That sounds great!" Tommy blurted out. He cursed himself for letting those words escape his lips. Now wasn't the time to be nice. He was nice for three years, and no one seemed to care. He was mean now. He was out to ruin someone's life, not celebrate having his first "friend" over for dinner. As the door closed, Thomas slumped down a bit in his chair, relaxing a bit. It still stung, a lot. When the nurse came back with his ice pack, Thomas left and headed off to class.

The entire day, Thomas made sure to play the victim. He could see people staring at him and whispering. No matter how unliked you are by people, when you get hurt, they start to sympathize with you. The nerdy brunette was definitely going to use this to his advantage. All he needed was that one kind soul to step up and ask that one important question. Surely enough it happened, in the best place possible, science class. Thomas, Lucas and Tyler were all in the same class. Finally, when there was a break in the lesson, one of his female peers walked up to Thomas and asked him the question. "What happened?"

Thomas knew exactly how to play it off. First, look nervous. Somehow he managed to get a bead of sweat to form on his forehead. Next up, tell her what happened. "I...I...uh...." Then, stop in your tracks and look nervous. Move your eyes in Lucas' direction. Finally, end it all off with, "Oh...n-nothing really. I just fell." The girl turned around to look at Lucas. She stared at him, then her eyes narrowed.

"Did Lucas do this to you?" She asked. Thomas looked up at her, looking very, very scared. He opened his mouth to talk, but the teacher came back and resumed the lesson. The girl looked reluctant to leave until she heard the whole story, but she left anyways. Throughout the class, Thomas looked at the girl, and he could tell she was telling others around her about Lucas hurting him. This was all too east.

Finally, class came to an end. Slowly, but surely, Thomas packed everything up and headed to the parking lot. He pulled out his cell phone and sat on the front steps. [b]"Hey Tyler, it's Thomas. I-If you're still alright with coming over for dinner, I'm ready to leave now. If not, then I understand."[b] Tommy said, trying to sound as unconfident as possible.

Tyler partnered himself with Lucas and took down extra notes for Thomas. He was surprised though when he showed up to class and smirked. Tough kid. I like that.
"What are you grinning about?" Asked Lucas as he saw Thomas and growled. "Fucking fag."


"Hey! Knock that shit off will you? I am amazed he didn't report your sorry ass," whispered back Tyler with a growl of his own.


"Little shit deserved it. Talked to me about me and my ex."


"Well you probably derserved that comment most likely. Also what the fuck are you doing with Paul? You know he's not supposed to be here."


"What the fuck are you talking about?"


Tyler was going to say something whenhe saw Lucas glare at Thomas and a girl in his class. He was confused about what he just learned, but shit. Tyler knew Lucas could lie so he didn't even bother.


As the rest of the day went by, Tyler picked up his truck in the student parking lot when he got the call from Thomas. "Hey man, was about to call ya and see where you are at. Rule number one, never turn down a free meal," he said and the last part was done in a joking manner. Once Thomas lets him know where to pick him up. Tyler heads in that direction.


(Blue ford pick-up truck with expanded cab is Tyler's vehicle)

Thomas spotted the blue pick-up truck, and through the windows saw the hunky black stud in the driver's seat. He walked over to the car, taking his time due to his injury. When he eventually got there, he opened the door and sat down, smiling at the kind jock. "Thanks again...for everything Tyler." Thomas said, smiling more genuinely. He pulled out his phone, calling up his mom. "Hi mom. Can you cook for one more tonight? I have a friend coming over for dinner." He could hear the excitement in his mother's voice after mentioning bringing a friend over. "Thanks mom." Thomas hung up and looked at Tyler. "Everything is set up." The brunette said.

He buckled in and placed his backpack in between his legs on the floor of the car. "I live about twenty minutes from here. Just off of the highway. All you have to do is get on the highway, and then exit on Amersdale, and I'll lead you form there." Tom told Tyler. Instantly, Thomas began to run scenarios through his head, wanting to see if there was anyway he could progress his schemes by using the dinner, and he already had a few ideas.

"Sounds good," smiled Tyler as he waved to some people on the sidewalk. As he pulled out of school property. "So pick whatever tunes you want to hear. Got satellite radio that the pops pays for...well I pay for it but its in his name," grinned the black teen as he drove following the directions.

"So tell me about yourself, Tommy...or Thomas...or Tom?"

Thomas chose to keep the radio off. He preferred to just talk with Tyler, find out more about him, and more specifically, more about his relationship with Lucas. "It doesn't matter to me. You can choose which ever one you like the most" Thomas told Tyler when he asked about his name. "There's not much to know about me. I'm kind of a nerd and spend most of my time studying or being picked on." Tom said, playing the victim once again as he turned his head away from the teen. "Tell me more about you. How did you and Lucas become such good friends?" Thomas asked, choosing to be more direct in his approach.

"Nah we can keep the music off, Tommy boy. But you can change that part about you right? The picking on part? Have more confidence and they will stop. Most jack asses do it to get a rise and feel superior and," taking a deep breath his holder slumped a little bit. "Lucas and I were friends since like grade school. We met in summer sports camp and you can say we butted heads. You know, two alpha males and all. Buy after we beat each other up and sat in time out, we became best friends. We always had each others backs up and hung out all the time." Tyler chuckled a couple of times as he remembered some memories from the past.

When Tyler told him that he could change that part of him, that by being more confident would result in putting a stop in all of this, Tommy sighed. "Well, it's not that easy." Thomas explained. "I am confident in my intelligence and a lot of other things I excel at. However, most of the reason they make fun of me is because they think I'm a fag." Lucas said, his voice quivering a bit. "And well...I...I am one. I've tried to change, but..." Thomas' eyes were starting to tear up. He wasn't expecting to open up to the stud, but the information just kind of spit out. His emotions got the better of him, but his mind soon regained focus. "I can't. I'm sorry Tyler, if you feel uncomfortable around me now. But it's just so hard. To be hated because of something you can't control. Do you know how hard that is?" Thomas asked. He knew Tyler was at least bisexual from the way he looked at Lucas. He was very curious about how he would react to all of this.

Tyler sat their silent for a little bit when Thomas confessed that he was gay. Maybe we are not so different, thought Tyler as he continued to watch the road.

"I don't know what to say to you except that I can understand where you are coming from. Except you are probably a lot more open about it than me though," he confessed as they continued driving. "Also why should I care what orientation you are? You seem like a good guy and if people can't accept you for who you are then they can go to Hell."

Thomas looked up at the stud with tears in his eyes still, this time from happiness, even though they were fake. "Wait, y-you're gay too?" Thomas asked, trying his hardest to sound surprised. When Tyler told him how he felt about people not accepting him, a light bulb flashed in his head. Driving a wedge between the two would be a lot easier than he originally thought. "But...well...Lucas is the one who really started it. You wouldn't want him to go to hell just because he doesn't accept me. After all, you've known him all your life. You've known me for a few hours." Thomas said, defeated.

"Gay is a little bit of a strong work, even for me, but I think so..." said Tyler a little nervous. Upon hearing that Lucas started the whole deal with Thomas over his orientation, he wasn't too surprised, but it still annoyed him. "He just needs an attitude adjustment and realize that people have feelings too. To be honest, I almost feel like I don't know him sometimes."

Thomas smiled when Tyler half-heartedly denied being gay. It reminded him of when he first realized he liked men. He tried to think of all the ways to convince himself that he wanted to have sex with a male, but still not be gay. When Tyler said he felt like he hardly knew Lucas anymore, Thomas made note of it. There was a crack in their relationship, and Thomas was going to make sure he shattered it. "If you don't mind, can you tell me what Lucas was like before he became, well...such a bully?" Thomas asked. He wanted some information on Lucas' past that he could use to exploit the jock, and also wanted to see what Tyler found fun.

"Well, Kyle was a runt with attitude. He was just a happy kid that enjoyed being with his friends and family. Granted he had his bratty moments, but who didn't as a kid right?" Smiled Tyler as he began to remember their first encounter. "Shit, I think we tormented each other a lot as kids and got into a fight or two and became fast friends after that. He didn't take any bad talking about anyone he cared about and was a good guy..." His next expression softened but a small hint of sadness was on his face as he said this last word. "He really isn't a bad guy, Tom. I...I think it's something else and he just won't say."

Thomas listened closely as Tyler recalled his past with Lucas. It became evident to him that breaking their relationship apart was going to be a lot harder than he thought. It wasn't going to happen by just bad mouthing Lucas, no matter how much proof he had that the jock was a complete asshole. Tyler clearly had more than just teenage feelings for the douchebag. That's when Thomas realized if he had any hope of getting Tyler on his side, Lucas would have to be the one to get mad at Tyler.

"I believe you." Tom said, with a smile. "We're almost here. Just take the next right and its the third house on your left"