Untitled Story #384670
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kageisukeSeries Title : Caster College
Series Rating : PG-13 - NC-17
Word Count : 4,440
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 : Everybody’s in the club getting tipsy
Ryan cursed Traine all the way down the hall as he smashed the button for his next class.
“Alright, so next week-“ Instructor Dwight paused as he heard the door open.
Ryan walked in and headed for the corner. He squatted and started to sulk.
Dwight lifted an eyebrow, but went back to his speech. “As I was saying... Next week are the ranking matches! For an entire week, you’ll be able to fight those around you that are within 10 spots of your current standing. But, remember, you can arrange a ranking match any time during the month as long as the other party agrees!”
Ryan looked to the side at the corner, thinking. He could raise himself 10 during the week, which wasn’t nearly enough, Then, during the rest of the month, he could challenge other people. If he could get 5 a week, Going up ten every time, he could be in the mid 300s by the end of the month.
That wouldn’t be enough to get him in the top 50s by the end of two months... He’d have to step it up to more than 5 matches a week. In fact, even if he beat someone ten above him, would he raise ten spots? Damn. He didn’t know. There was also the fact that everyone else had the opportunity to do the same thing. With all the shifting of ranks going on, who knew who he might end up fighting? The rankings were updated only once a week, so he’d have to go up blindly hoping that the person he was scheduled to fight hadn’t dropped a rank or risen past where he could challenge him.
The students had filed out and the room was now empty. Ryan took a good look around. Class was about to start. He could still smell the sweat from the last group that had been in there. He’d be working hard, much harder than anyone else, he felt, to rise through the ranks.
He couldn’t let his recommendation and training so far go to a complete waste. Not to mention his father would kill him for not being in first place. If he was going to take over the family business, nothing less than being first would do.
He heard laughter outside that grew louder and louder as the guys got closer. The door opened and they all walked in. Ryan stood up as he heard the swoosh, then decided against it and crouched back down.
Traine looked over towards him. “Hey, isn’t it the little baby?” He grinned as Ryan’s eyebrows arched down. “Are you done your temper tantrum yet?”
Ryan raised a finger as he glared out of the corner of his eye.
“Che.” Traine flicked him off back. “Fuck you, too, bitch.”
“Both of you shut up,” Blake growled, pushing past Traine as he made his way to his own corner of the room.
Traine was about to shoot something back but Instructor Dwight interrupted him by entering the room. “Alright, we have ranking matches all next week. Here.” He kicked a cart full of equipment to them. “Here are the jet boots and the transmitters that go with them. Put them on and start practicing.”
Ryan lifted an eyebrow and looked into the rolling cart. They looked like regular shoes and funny little hair clip things to him.
Everyone reached in a grabbed two hair clips and a pair of boots their size. Ryan just kept staring.
“That’s right. I forget you just transferred,” Dwight muttered. “Everybody treats you like you’ve been here since the beginning...”
He picked up the clips and tossed them to Ryan. He caught them and blinked.
“Clip them in your hair.”
Ryan raised his eyebrow again. He slid them onto the side of his head and clipped them in place. He made sure not to pull his hair back in a particularly girly way.
“Now, take off your shoes and put these on.”
Ryan hopped on one foot to take off one shoe then the other. He realized how stupid he was and plopped onto the floor. He shoved his feet into the boots and gently tapped the heel on the ground. They seemed a little heavy, but he didn’t see or feel anything else weird about them.
“Alright now stand up and jumped around a little. Once you feel comfortable, go test yourself on Blake.”
Ryan’s mind shuddered at the idea of fighting Blake. He seemed like a brooding psycho... Ryan walked around a bit, then did a few hand springs. Nothing was odd about them.
He walked towards Blake who was kicking a padded pole. He didn’t know where the pole had come from, but it was vibrating violently after every kick. It was a steady rhythm of ‘thunking’ as Blake’s foot made contact with the pole.
“Dwight sent me over here.”
Blake lowered his leg and turned his eyes towards him. He didn’t bat an eye as he switched to his ready stance. Ryan slid into his own stance and readied himself. He took a deep breath, and as he let it go, Blake attacked. He sprinted forward much faster than he thought possible and barely avoided a direct hit to the face.
A lot of half-curses left his mouth as he dodged and swiveled his way around Blake’s fists and legs. He was fast. When he’d watched him before, he hadn’t been this fast! Then again, when on the other side of the fist, anything can seem faster.
He could hear the whooshing as the knuckles grazed his cheek for the second time. Blake’s body kept turning and it was in mid air, his heel racing up to smash in his face. Ryan started to bring up his arm to defend himself, wishing he could back pedal faster, even if it was only by 5 inches. He was propelled backwards and the foot missed his nose by an inch. He suddenly stopped moving and stumbled. What the fuck was THAT?
He didn’t have time to think about it, because his opponent didn’t let up. The faster it got, the more of these little bursts of speed would happen until he lost his balance completely and fell on his ass. Even as he was falling, Blake withdrew and crouched into his ‘I’m waiting’ stance.
Ryan would have thought the bastard would have taken the opportunity and beaten him to a bloody pulp. Instead, he stood there, staring at him, waiting. He felt like a guppy being circled by a freakin’ shark.
Ryan flipped up onto his feet. Blake seemed as malevolent as usual, but not as viscous, if that made any sense. He sat there, glaring at him, just waiting. If he was giving Ryan a chance to attack, he wasn’t going to be an idiot and not take it. He dashed forward and started his assault. The spurts of speed happened more and more often, and he could perceive this weird hissing sound every time.
It wasn’t until Blake did a flip to get out of the way of an elbow that he realized the trick. He was a complete idiot. The air blew into his face as Blake’s feet went over his head and back to the floor.
“There’s a reason these things are called jet boots, isn’t there?” Ryan lifted up his heel. He didn’t see a huge hole or anything where the air would come out.... He did see a lot of what might be considered medium sized holes though. He squinted and saw the gleam of metal inside one of the holes.
“Are you done inspecting them yet, genius?” Blake rose to his full height and wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead.
Ryan gave him a quick glare before refocusing back on the boots. “No, I’m not, jackass.”
Of course, thinking back on it, Ryan realized how stupid saying that was after Blake smacked him harshly in the back of the head.
“Next time the Instructor asks me to help you, I’m just gonna kick your ass, how about that?” Blake scowled at Ryan. “Don’t waste my time.” Blake turned away and started towards the door.
Blaine dropped from above, hovering briefly above the ground before landing. “What’s the look for, Blake?”
He glared and didn’t answer.
Blaine smiled and smacked him on the back. “Don’t be like that. Dwight’s chore couldn’t have been that bad.”
“Shut up.”
Blaine smiled. Blake was apparently still angry at him. Oh well...
Instructor Dwight called the class to an end and they all went down to the locker room.
“Hey.”
Everyone turned towards Blaine.
“We should go out tonight.”
Blake snorted.
“Yeah, why not? We haven’t been out in a while,” Traine chuckled. “I might as well get fucked up now because I won’t be able to get away with it next week.”
There was a general agreement from the group. Others who Ryan had never learned the names of continued on getting dressed and left as if no one was talking. Apparently, it was understood that they weren’t invited. Ryan wasn’t even sure if he was invited. His only real link with them was that he was in their class. He was also the favorite target of Traine’s verbal and sometimes physical assault.
Ryan went into the bathroom and was about to start getting redressed when he remembered he was supposed to be back in Coach Wilkes room at the end of the day. “Shit.”
He opened the stall and rushed out.
“Hey Ryan!”
He turned around.
“You commin’?”
Ryan raised an eyebrow.
“To the club with us, doofus,” Traine answered the unspoken question.
“Didn’t know I was invited.” Ryan pushed the button for the door. “If I can still move after Wilkes is done with me, I’ll drag my ass out with you guys.”
“Good. We’re leaving at 10:30, so make sure your ass is in the downstairs lobby.”
“Whatever,” Ryan answered with a wave as he left.
“You actually want him to come with us?” Craig asked.
“Of course! He’ll be fun!” Schwanz said loudly, beaming at everyone.
“What makes you say that?”
His smile curled into something a little less innocent. “He kinda walks like a women, don’t you think?”
Traine laughed. “I really wonder about you, Schwanz.”
Blaine put a hand on Schwanz’s head and ruffled his hair. “I’m sure Kris does, too.”
“Speaking of Kris, is he going to come?” Thomas asked, flicking a piece of wax off his pinky.
“Nah. He’s on a mission somewhere, so he won’t be back for at least a few days.”
“Too bad. I was hoping to get him drunk.”
“Kris never gets drunk!” Schwanz said proudly.
“I’m not sure if he’s lucky or not. Always being able to remember what you did the day before kinda sucks if you ask me.” Traine got up off the bench.
Blake was already going out the door by the time everyone else started to leave.
“Is he even coming?” Craig muttered aloud, thumbing towards Blake’s retreating back.
“Yeah. I’ll drag his ass if I have to. He doesn’t need to stay cramped up in his room all the time,” Blaine responded. “I’ll see you guys at 10:30.”
“See you,” they answered, and left for their own rooms.
Ryan collapsed onto his couch. Damn! He was tired as shit. He sighed and leaned back into the fluffy cushions. How was he even going to muster the strength to go out with the guys tonight? He couldn’t just say he was too tired. They’d label him a wimp and never ask him to go out again.
He threw a fist into the air. “For future student relations!” Ryan said weakly, and his hand fell. “After a nap...” He closed his eyes. Just an hour or two and he’d be fine...
Ryan’s eyes cracked open. There was this horrible banging and he couldn’t sleep... His eyes popped open. Shit! What time was it?! His head snapped to the clock. “Just ten o’clock. I’m not late.”
“OPEN THE DOOR, ASSHOLE!”
Ryan jumped. That’s right. The only reason he was awake was because someone was banging at the door. He dragged himself from the couch. “I’m coming, dammit! SHUT UP!” He shouted as the door opened.
A familiar red head pushed by. “Damn! What the HELL took you! If some serial axe murderer was after me, he would have chopped me up and packaged me for sale at the black market Wal-Mart by now!”
Ryan stared. “Why were you even knocking at my door, Traine?”
“I knew you’d fall asleep or forget or some shit and not show up tonight. Besides, I’m not going out with some loser dressed in his school uniform. “
“I wouldn’t wear my school uniform!”
“Then what are you gonna wear?”
“I was gonna figure it out later...”
“You don’t have until later. That’s why I brought you this.” Traine held up a bag that Ryan hadn’t seen him bring in.
He ducked under the bag Traine threw at him.
“You’re supposed to catch it, you spaz.”
Ryan flopped onto the couch and picked through the plastic. Blue dress shirt, black pants, belt, and was that a vest?
“What do you have in here?” Traine started to open a drawer.
Ryan’s eyes widened. That drawer had his bras and stuff in it! He picked up a pillow and chucked it at the back of Traine’s head. “Get out of my stuff!”
He was hit and there was a pause. “What are you so sensitive about? You got panties or something in here?”
“Yes.” Ryan answered serious. “A pair of red lace ones, white ones, pink heart ones, and two bras. One is black and the other is red.”
Traine lifted an eyebrow. “You’re sick, you know that?” He left the dresser and headed out of the bedroom.
Ryan smirked. There was something to be said about telling the truth.
“Anyway, you’ve got 15 minutes, so get your ass ready. I still have to go to my room and change clothes, too.”
Ryan held up the pair of pants. Could he even fit his hips in these pants?
Traine was gone and Ryan was left with the clothes. He took them in with him to the bathroom. He changed into them, and as he put on the vest, he choked out a laugh. Did Traine actually wear this with a vest? He looked like a dork... Guys having fashion sense was really a myth after all.
He took off the shirt and took off the bandages. He had to rebind his chest. After all, he was going to a club, and there was no telling who was going to be rubbing up against him.
Ryan redressed and patted down his pants. Putting the vest back into the bag, he set it by the door. As soon as he turned his back, the door started to vibrate as it was hit on the other side.
“Dammit, I’m coming!” Ryan pushed the button.
“Ready?” Traine looked him over. “Good. Let’s go.”
Ryan sighed and put his shoes on. Screw furthering student relations. He wanted to go back to sleep...
They walked down to the lobby. Ryan kept staring at Traine’s back as they went. How come he was wearing cheesey party clothes while Traine had on a casual black suit with a red shirt? Not that it mattered. He wasn’t trying to score with any woman who would give him the chance...
He looked around at everyone. Blaine had on a white suit, blue dress shirt, and yellow tie. Even Blake and Schwanz were there. Schwanz was in ridiculously bright colors and in contrast, Blake in all black. He didn’t see Craig or Thomas anywhere, so either they weren’t coming or were going to meet them at the club.
“Alright, let’s go.”
They all piled into two taxis and were driven down to Sunday Vixen. Ryan decided it was a really weird name for a club, and wondered what the hell went on inside.
He soon found out as they all went in through the front door. He had half expected a long line or something to get in. There were only a few people at the bar and the bartender.
Ryan lifted an eyebrow. They dressed up just to go to this place?
“Don’t look like that!” Traine smacked Ryan on the back. “It’ll pick up in about an hour or two! You just wait!”
Ryan coughed and stumbled away before he was beaten further. He went up to the bar and sat. God. What had he gotten himself into?
“Not over there, dumbass!”
Ryan’s head turned and he saw Schwanz and Traine waving him over to a circular table.
“Over here Ryan!” Schwanz said happily, bouncing up and down.
“Sit down, Schwanz,” Blaine said calmly.
He pouted and plopped down. His knee hit the glass table and he let out a loud curse. He fell over against Blaine and whimpered out, “God! That was almost as bad as getting kicked in the balls...”
Everyone’s eyebrows rose. “Didn’t know you had any,” Blake responded. “You act like a pussy.”
“How would you know if you don’t get any?”
Everyone ‘Ooooohhh!’ed and laughed.
“Pot shot!” Traine said with a laugh.
Ryan sat down just as the laughter started to die down.
Blake was glaring murderously at Schwanz and was holding back several biting comments.
“What? Don’t have anything to say?” Schwanz smiled. “Wire got your tongue?”
“Pretty brave considering you don’t have your fuck buddy here to protect you,” Blake growled.
Then, suddenly, Schwanz brought a hand up to his face and his eyes started to water. “You think I’m weak?” He burst into tears.
Blake’s head fell back. He brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose and then glide over his brow and forehead. Shit. He made him cry.
“Smooth Ace,” someone snickered from behind them.
Blake’s hand rose and punched the person’s leg. “Shut up, Thomas.”
Craig and Thomas sat at the ends of the row around the table. Ryan raised his hand and a woman came up. He ordered drinks for himself as did Craig and Thomas. Schwanz was still crying, and Blaine was petting his head to calm him.
“You’re the only one who ever makes him cry. Now why is that?” Blaine asked Blake, who was still looking off elsewhere in what most would consider a guilty manner.
“What about Mr.Smith?”
“WHERE?!” Schwanz’s head popped up and his eyes darted around.
Blake’s eyebrow twitched. “The little bastard’s fine!” He punched him on the top of his head and the strawberry blonde started to sniffle again. “As soon as you mention Mr.Smith he perks back up like a fuckin’ weed.”
The woman came back and put the drinks on the table. Ryan sipped at his then put one in front of Schwanz. His eyes lit up as he played with the umbrella and poked at the crystals lining the edge of the martini glass.
“Thank you Ryan!” He put it up to his lips and tipped his head back and took it all in one shot.
Ryan said, “You’re welcome,” and swirled his drink around in the glass. It didn’t seem to be getting any busier, and he didn’t feel like waiting for another hour and a half for people to start coming in. All that would mean was that they’d stay out really late and he would die tomorrow morning.
There was a lot of laughter from outside and Blaine smiled, slouching back. He took Ryan’s drink from his hand and downed it as a large group of girls came in. His eye wondered over their bodies as they giggled with one another.
Short skirts and virtually no shirts. Just the way he liked them.
“Oh oh, look!” A girl pointed over to their table. “Hiiiii Blaaaaiiiine!” She said loudly and sashayed over, her friend in tow.
“Come dance with us, big boy!” Her friend said, reaching over Thomas and Schwanz to grab his hand. He took it lightly but used his other to push himself to his feet. He stepped over the two men and waved at everyone as he left.
“I’ll see you guys in a few hours.”
The girls tried to attach to his arms but he grabbed them around the waist and lifted them off their feet. He spun and they laughed wildly even as he put them back down. They clung to him as they approached the floor.
Traine sipped on his newly delivered drink. “”That’s a sandwich I wouldn’t mind being the meat in.”
“He’s a horny bastard is all. He’ll be leaving in a few minutes for the nearest hotel or alley.” Blake leaned back against the cushions and watched. His lip rose in agitation.
“You just look pissed because there aren’t any girls who are your type here.” Traine watched as a few guys entered the bar. It was about halfway full now, and in the next thirty minutes, it’ll be packed. Hopefully only women would come in from then on.
Two women came up, twins, and carted both Craig and Thomas away.
“Think they’ll fuck up and call them the wrong name?”
“Probably,” Ryan muttered.
Schwanz got up and traveled over to the bar. Ryan watched as he ordered drink after drink and chatted away with the bartender.
“Don’t worry. Schwanz’s alcohol tolerance is better than all of ours. I’ve never seen the bastard drunk, no matter how much he’s inhaled.”
“Really?”
“Believe me. We tried.”
Right after that, Traine was wisked away by a curvy brunette, so the only ones left were Ryan and Blake.
Blake would have long since been picked up except for the fact he was staring down any woman who looked like she was about to ask him anything.
Ryan wasn’t sure why no girls were trying to pick him up, but he was glad. He couldn’t very well turn them down and not seem gay, but he also had the feeling that he was giving off an ‘I’m gay!’ vibe anyway.
Eventually, even Blake got up and took a woman off somewhere. After he disappeared, Ryan had a strange feeling that Blake wasn’t the type to dance. He had just taken the girl off somewhere to fuck her before coming back to go home with the rest of them.
Ryan turned to the dance floor. Blaine was gone, and so was everyone else. He sighed. This was a bunch of shit.
He was about to get up and leave when Schwanz came bouncing up. “Come on Ryan! I owe ya’ a drink!”
He was dragged up to the bar where a shot glass was placed in front of him. He drank it and felt the nice heat flow through his body. He might as well get drunk since no one was there to stop him.
“Hey! Pay your tab! We’re leaving!” Traine called out.
Everyone came out of nowhere straightening their clothes. Ryan tapped on the bar and slapped the drink back before slamming down his money and sliding off the barstool.
That was why Schwanz had bought him the drink all of a sudden. He knew they were about to leave. Sly little bastard.
“Looks like everyone’s still sober. We should probably stay a little bit longer...”
Blaine still had the two girls attached to his hip. Their hands were everywhere and no where at once. The taller woman, the one who first approached him, slid her hands down the front of his pants and twirled them both away to the dance floor.
Her friend sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.
Ryan resettled at the bar. “Doesn’t look like those girls are done with him yet.”
“Fuck it then.” Traine sat down next to Ryan. “Rum Scotch mix over here!” He banged his fist on the table for service.
“Hold on, asshole!”
Traine waved his hands in the air. “Sooorrrryyyy!” he answered in a retarded voice.
“You are a sorry son of a bitch,” Ryan muttered.
“What was that? Mr.I-can’t-get-laid-to-save-my-life? I don’t remember seeing you get any ass tonight.”
“I didn’t see you get laid either. For all I know you went off with that girl to share hair tips.”
Ryan ducked under Traine’s palm as it came to smack him in the back of the head.
Schwanz laughed. “That seems more like Blaine than Traine!”
“It takes a lot to stay beautiful!” Blaine appeared behind them, flipping his hair.
“You know. There’s something that bothers me...” Ryan muttered, staring hard at Blaine.
“What would that be?” he asked with a smile.
“Do you have a left eye?”
“What?” everyone said with confusion.
“I’ve never seen it... Is it under all that hair?”
“That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard,” Blake snorted. He reached over and grabbed the golden strands and pulled them up.
“See. Another eye! How AMAZING!” He let go and turned back to the bar. He knocked on it to order a drink.
Blaine was still smiling, but it had twisted into something less than friendly.
Blake picked up his glass and started to drink when an arm hooked around his neck. He choked and sputtered as he was dragged from his seat. He slammed his glass down on the edge of the table as he stumbled.
“I’ve TOLD you before!” Blaine said with a malicious grin. “DON’T touch my hair!”
Blake allowed himself to be swung around like a limp doll. He couldn’t get out of the head lock anyway.
“Is that understood?” There was no answer. “HUH?! Can’t hear you!”
“If he could breathe, maybe he would answer.”
“Ah. That’s right.” He suddenly let go and Blake stumbled away, coughing up a lung.
“Mother-“ he hacked, “-fucker!” He took in a huge breath. “Trying to suffocate me!”
“Don’t touch my hair then.”
“ANYWAY!” Ryan spun around on the barstool. “When are we leaving?” He lifted an eyebrow after swallowing down another shot. This time, it was vodka. He pointed a finger at them as he waved the empty glass around. “I don’t wanna have gotten dragged here just to get a little toasty! I wanna get fucked up before we leave!”
Traine grinned. “Hell yeah! Another scotch rum mix!”
Craig and Thomas cheered. Everyone else looked at them. Where the hell had they come from?
Blake retook his seat at the bar and Blaine wondered away towards the pair of girls. Apparently, the other girl had finished her drink and was dancing with her friend. Blaine was happy to complete the sandwich.
Author’s Note : They’re all becoming friends now, or at least associates. I also introduced a few character interactions that’ll be prevalent throughout the rest of the story.
Series Rating : PG-13 - NC-17
Word Count : 4,440
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 : Everybody’s in the club getting tipsy
Ryan cursed Traine all the way down the hall as he smashed the button for his next class.
“Alright, so next week-“ Instructor Dwight paused as he heard the door open.
Ryan walked in and headed for the corner. He squatted and started to sulk.
Dwight lifted an eyebrow, but went back to his speech. “As I was saying... Next week are the ranking matches! For an entire week, you’ll be able to fight those around you that are within 10 spots of your current standing. But, remember, you can arrange a ranking match any time during the month as long as the other party agrees!”
Ryan looked to the side at the corner, thinking. He could raise himself 10 during the week, which wasn’t nearly enough, Then, during the rest of the month, he could challenge other people. If he could get 5 a week, Going up ten every time, he could be in the mid 300s by the end of the month.
That wouldn’t be enough to get him in the top 50s by the end of two months... He’d have to step it up to more than 5 matches a week. In fact, even if he beat someone ten above him, would he raise ten spots? Damn. He didn’t know. There was also the fact that everyone else had the opportunity to do the same thing. With all the shifting of ranks going on, who knew who he might end up fighting? The rankings were updated only once a week, so he’d have to go up blindly hoping that the person he was scheduled to fight hadn’t dropped a rank or risen past where he could challenge him.
The students had filed out and the room was now empty. Ryan took a good look around. Class was about to start. He could still smell the sweat from the last group that had been in there. He’d be working hard, much harder than anyone else, he felt, to rise through the ranks.
He couldn’t let his recommendation and training so far go to a complete waste. Not to mention his father would kill him for not being in first place. If he was going to take over the family business, nothing less than being first would do.
He heard laughter outside that grew louder and louder as the guys got closer. The door opened and they all walked in. Ryan stood up as he heard the swoosh, then decided against it and crouched back down.
Traine looked over towards him. “Hey, isn’t it the little baby?” He grinned as Ryan’s eyebrows arched down. “Are you done your temper tantrum yet?”
Ryan raised a finger as he glared out of the corner of his eye.
“Che.” Traine flicked him off back. “Fuck you, too, bitch.”
“Both of you shut up,” Blake growled, pushing past Traine as he made his way to his own corner of the room.
Traine was about to shoot something back but Instructor Dwight interrupted him by entering the room. “Alright, we have ranking matches all next week. Here.” He kicked a cart full of equipment to them. “Here are the jet boots and the transmitters that go with them. Put them on and start practicing.”
Ryan lifted an eyebrow and looked into the rolling cart. They looked like regular shoes and funny little hair clip things to him.
Everyone reached in a grabbed two hair clips and a pair of boots their size. Ryan just kept staring.
“That’s right. I forget you just transferred,” Dwight muttered. “Everybody treats you like you’ve been here since the beginning...”
He picked up the clips and tossed them to Ryan. He caught them and blinked.
“Clip them in your hair.”
Ryan raised his eyebrow again. He slid them onto the side of his head and clipped them in place. He made sure not to pull his hair back in a particularly girly way.
“Now, take off your shoes and put these on.”
Ryan hopped on one foot to take off one shoe then the other. He realized how stupid he was and plopped onto the floor. He shoved his feet into the boots and gently tapped the heel on the ground. They seemed a little heavy, but he didn’t see or feel anything else weird about them.
“Alright now stand up and jumped around a little. Once you feel comfortable, go test yourself on Blake.”
Ryan’s mind shuddered at the idea of fighting Blake. He seemed like a brooding psycho... Ryan walked around a bit, then did a few hand springs. Nothing was odd about them.
He walked towards Blake who was kicking a padded pole. He didn’t know where the pole had come from, but it was vibrating violently after every kick. It was a steady rhythm of ‘thunking’ as Blake’s foot made contact with the pole.
“Dwight sent me over here.”
Blake lowered his leg and turned his eyes towards him. He didn’t bat an eye as he switched to his ready stance. Ryan slid into his own stance and readied himself. He took a deep breath, and as he let it go, Blake attacked. He sprinted forward much faster than he thought possible and barely avoided a direct hit to the face.
A lot of half-curses left his mouth as he dodged and swiveled his way around Blake’s fists and legs. He was fast. When he’d watched him before, he hadn’t been this fast! Then again, when on the other side of the fist, anything can seem faster.
He could hear the whooshing as the knuckles grazed his cheek for the second time. Blake’s body kept turning and it was in mid air, his heel racing up to smash in his face. Ryan started to bring up his arm to defend himself, wishing he could back pedal faster, even if it was only by 5 inches. He was propelled backwards and the foot missed his nose by an inch. He suddenly stopped moving and stumbled. What the fuck was THAT?
He didn’t have time to think about it, because his opponent didn’t let up. The faster it got, the more of these little bursts of speed would happen until he lost his balance completely and fell on his ass. Even as he was falling, Blake withdrew and crouched into his ‘I’m waiting’ stance.
Ryan would have thought the bastard would have taken the opportunity and beaten him to a bloody pulp. Instead, he stood there, staring at him, waiting. He felt like a guppy being circled by a freakin’ shark.
Ryan flipped up onto his feet. Blake seemed as malevolent as usual, but not as viscous, if that made any sense. He sat there, glaring at him, just waiting. If he was giving Ryan a chance to attack, he wasn’t going to be an idiot and not take it. He dashed forward and started his assault. The spurts of speed happened more and more often, and he could perceive this weird hissing sound every time.
It wasn’t until Blake did a flip to get out of the way of an elbow that he realized the trick. He was a complete idiot. The air blew into his face as Blake’s feet went over his head and back to the floor.
“There’s a reason these things are called jet boots, isn’t there?” Ryan lifted up his heel. He didn’t see a huge hole or anything where the air would come out.... He did see a lot of what might be considered medium sized holes though. He squinted and saw the gleam of metal inside one of the holes.
“Are you done inspecting them yet, genius?” Blake rose to his full height and wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead.
Ryan gave him a quick glare before refocusing back on the boots. “No, I’m not, jackass.”
Of course, thinking back on it, Ryan realized how stupid saying that was after Blake smacked him harshly in the back of the head.
“Next time the Instructor asks me to help you, I’m just gonna kick your ass, how about that?” Blake scowled at Ryan. “Don’t waste my time.” Blake turned away and started towards the door.
Blaine dropped from above, hovering briefly above the ground before landing. “What’s the look for, Blake?”
He glared and didn’t answer.
Blaine smiled and smacked him on the back. “Don’t be like that. Dwight’s chore couldn’t have been that bad.”
“Shut up.”
Blaine smiled. Blake was apparently still angry at him. Oh well...
Instructor Dwight called the class to an end and they all went down to the locker room.
“Hey.”
Everyone turned towards Blaine.
“We should go out tonight.”
Blake snorted.
“Yeah, why not? We haven’t been out in a while,” Traine chuckled. “I might as well get fucked up now because I won’t be able to get away with it next week.”
There was a general agreement from the group. Others who Ryan had never learned the names of continued on getting dressed and left as if no one was talking. Apparently, it was understood that they weren’t invited. Ryan wasn’t even sure if he was invited. His only real link with them was that he was in their class. He was also the favorite target of Traine’s verbal and sometimes physical assault.
Ryan went into the bathroom and was about to start getting redressed when he remembered he was supposed to be back in Coach Wilkes room at the end of the day. “Shit.”
He opened the stall and rushed out.
“Hey Ryan!”
He turned around.
“You commin’?”
Ryan raised an eyebrow.
“To the club with us, doofus,” Traine answered the unspoken question.
“Didn’t know I was invited.” Ryan pushed the button for the door. “If I can still move after Wilkes is done with me, I’ll drag my ass out with you guys.”
“Good. We’re leaving at 10:30, so make sure your ass is in the downstairs lobby.”
“Whatever,” Ryan answered with a wave as he left.
“You actually want him to come with us?” Craig asked.
“Of course! He’ll be fun!” Schwanz said loudly, beaming at everyone.
“What makes you say that?”
His smile curled into something a little less innocent. “He kinda walks like a women, don’t you think?”
Traine laughed. “I really wonder about you, Schwanz.”
Blaine put a hand on Schwanz’s head and ruffled his hair. “I’m sure Kris does, too.”
“Speaking of Kris, is he going to come?” Thomas asked, flicking a piece of wax off his pinky.
“Nah. He’s on a mission somewhere, so he won’t be back for at least a few days.”
“Too bad. I was hoping to get him drunk.”
“Kris never gets drunk!” Schwanz said proudly.
“I’m not sure if he’s lucky or not. Always being able to remember what you did the day before kinda sucks if you ask me.” Traine got up off the bench.
Blake was already going out the door by the time everyone else started to leave.
“Is he even coming?” Craig muttered aloud, thumbing towards Blake’s retreating back.
“Yeah. I’ll drag his ass if I have to. He doesn’t need to stay cramped up in his room all the time,” Blaine responded. “I’ll see you guys at 10:30.”
“See you,” they answered, and left for their own rooms.
Ryan collapsed onto his couch. Damn! He was tired as shit. He sighed and leaned back into the fluffy cushions. How was he even going to muster the strength to go out with the guys tonight? He couldn’t just say he was too tired. They’d label him a wimp and never ask him to go out again.
He threw a fist into the air. “For future student relations!” Ryan said weakly, and his hand fell. “After a nap...” He closed his eyes. Just an hour or two and he’d be fine...
Ryan’s eyes cracked open. There was this horrible banging and he couldn’t sleep... His eyes popped open. Shit! What time was it?! His head snapped to the clock. “Just ten o’clock. I’m not late.”
“OPEN THE DOOR, ASSHOLE!”
Ryan jumped. That’s right. The only reason he was awake was because someone was banging at the door. He dragged himself from the couch. “I’m coming, dammit! SHUT UP!” He shouted as the door opened.
A familiar red head pushed by. “Damn! What the HELL took you! If some serial axe murderer was after me, he would have chopped me up and packaged me for sale at the black market Wal-Mart by now!”
Ryan stared. “Why were you even knocking at my door, Traine?”
“I knew you’d fall asleep or forget or some shit and not show up tonight. Besides, I’m not going out with some loser dressed in his school uniform. “
“I wouldn’t wear my school uniform!”
“Then what are you gonna wear?”
“I was gonna figure it out later...”
“You don’t have until later. That’s why I brought you this.” Traine held up a bag that Ryan hadn’t seen him bring in.
He ducked under the bag Traine threw at him.
“You’re supposed to catch it, you spaz.”
Ryan flopped onto the couch and picked through the plastic. Blue dress shirt, black pants, belt, and was that a vest?
“What do you have in here?” Traine started to open a drawer.
Ryan’s eyes widened. That drawer had his bras and stuff in it! He picked up a pillow and chucked it at the back of Traine’s head. “Get out of my stuff!”
He was hit and there was a pause. “What are you so sensitive about? You got panties or something in here?”
“Yes.” Ryan answered serious. “A pair of red lace ones, white ones, pink heart ones, and two bras. One is black and the other is red.”
Traine lifted an eyebrow. “You’re sick, you know that?” He left the dresser and headed out of the bedroom.
Ryan smirked. There was something to be said about telling the truth.
“Anyway, you’ve got 15 minutes, so get your ass ready. I still have to go to my room and change clothes, too.”
Ryan held up the pair of pants. Could he even fit his hips in these pants?
Traine was gone and Ryan was left with the clothes. He took them in with him to the bathroom. He changed into them, and as he put on the vest, he choked out a laugh. Did Traine actually wear this with a vest? He looked like a dork... Guys having fashion sense was really a myth after all.
He took off the shirt and took off the bandages. He had to rebind his chest. After all, he was going to a club, and there was no telling who was going to be rubbing up against him.
Ryan redressed and patted down his pants. Putting the vest back into the bag, he set it by the door. As soon as he turned his back, the door started to vibrate as it was hit on the other side.
“Dammit, I’m coming!” Ryan pushed the button.
“Ready?” Traine looked him over. “Good. Let’s go.”
Ryan sighed and put his shoes on. Screw furthering student relations. He wanted to go back to sleep...
They walked down to the lobby. Ryan kept staring at Traine’s back as they went. How come he was wearing cheesey party clothes while Traine had on a casual black suit with a red shirt? Not that it mattered. He wasn’t trying to score with any woman who would give him the chance...
He looked around at everyone. Blaine had on a white suit, blue dress shirt, and yellow tie. Even Blake and Schwanz were there. Schwanz was in ridiculously bright colors and in contrast, Blake in all black. He didn’t see Craig or Thomas anywhere, so either they weren’t coming or were going to meet them at the club.
“Alright, let’s go.”
They all piled into two taxis and were driven down to Sunday Vixen. Ryan decided it was a really weird name for a club, and wondered what the hell went on inside.
He soon found out as they all went in through the front door. He had half expected a long line or something to get in. There were only a few people at the bar and the bartender.
Ryan lifted an eyebrow. They dressed up just to go to this place?
“Don’t look like that!” Traine smacked Ryan on the back. “It’ll pick up in about an hour or two! You just wait!”
Ryan coughed and stumbled away before he was beaten further. He went up to the bar and sat. God. What had he gotten himself into?
“Not over there, dumbass!”
Ryan’s head turned and he saw Schwanz and Traine waving him over to a circular table.
“Over here Ryan!” Schwanz said happily, bouncing up and down.
“Sit down, Schwanz,” Blaine said calmly.
He pouted and plopped down. His knee hit the glass table and he let out a loud curse. He fell over against Blaine and whimpered out, “God! That was almost as bad as getting kicked in the balls...”
Everyone’s eyebrows rose. “Didn’t know you had any,” Blake responded. “You act like a pussy.”
“How would you know if you don’t get any?”
Everyone ‘Ooooohhh!’ed and laughed.
“Pot shot!” Traine said with a laugh.
Ryan sat down just as the laughter started to die down.
Blake was glaring murderously at Schwanz and was holding back several biting comments.
“What? Don’t have anything to say?” Schwanz smiled. “Wire got your tongue?”
“Pretty brave considering you don’t have your fuck buddy here to protect you,” Blake growled.
Then, suddenly, Schwanz brought a hand up to his face and his eyes started to water. “You think I’m weak?” He burst into tears.
Blake’s head fell back. He brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose and then glide over his brow and forehead. Shit. He made him cry.
“Smooth Ace,” someone snickered from behind them.
Blake’s hand rose and punched the person’s leg. “Shut up, Thomas.”
Craig and Thomas sat at the ends of the row around the table. Ryan raised his hand and a woman came up. He ordered drinks for himself as did Craig and Thomas. Schwanz was still crying, and Blaine was petting his head to calm him.
“You’re the only one who ever makes him cry. Now why is that?” Blaine asked Blake, who was still looking off elsewhere in what most would consider a guilty manner.
“What about Mr.Smith?”
“WHERE?!” Schwanz’s head popped up and his eyes darted around.
Blake’s eyebrow twitched. “The little bastard’s fine!” He punched him on the top of his head and the strawberry blonde started to sniffle again. “As soon as you mention Mr.Smith he perks back up like a fuckin’ weed.”
The woman came back and put the drinks on the table. Ryan sipped at his then put one in front of Schwanz. His eyes lit up as he played with the umbrella and poked at the crystals lining the edge of the martini glass.
“Thank you Ryan!” He put it up to his lips and tipped his head back and took it all in one shot.
Ryan said, “You’re welcome,” and swirled his drink around in the glass. It didn’t seem to be getting any busier, and he didn’t feel like waiting for another hour and a half for people to start coming in. All that would mean was that they’d stay out really late and he would die tomorrow morning.
There was a lot of laughter from outside and Blaine smiled, slouching back. He took Ryan’s drink from his hand and downed it as a large group of girls came in. His eye wondered over their bodies as they giggled with one another.
Short skirts and virtually no shirts. Just the way he liked them.
“Oh oh, look!” A girl pointed over to their table. “Hiiiii Blaaaaiiiine!” She said loudly and sashayed over, her friend in tow.
“Come dance with us, big boy!” Her friend said, reaching over Thomas and Schwanz to grab his hand. He took it lightly but used his other to push himself to his feet. He stepped over the two men and waved at everyone as he left.
“I’ll see you guys in a few hours.”
The girls tried to attach to his arms but he grabbed them around the waist and lifted them off their feet. He spun and they laughed wildly even as he put them back down. They clung to him as they approached the floor.
Traine sipped on his newly delivered drink. “”That’s a sandwich I wouldn’t mind being the meat in.”
“He’s a horny bastard is all. He’ll be leaving in a few minutes for the nearest hotel or alley.” Blake leaned back against the cushions and watched. His lip rose in agitation.
“You just look pissed because there aren’t any girls who are your type here.” Traine watched as a few guys entered the bar. It was about halfway full now, and in the next thirty minutes, it’ll be packed. Hopefully only women would come in from then on.
Two women came up, twins, and carted both Craig and Thomas away.
“Think they’ll fuck up and call them the wrong name?”
“Probably,” Ryan muttered.
Schwanz got up and traveled over to the bar. Ryan watched as he ordered drink after drink and chatted away with the bartender.
“Don’t worry. Schwanz’s alcohol tolerance is better than all of ours. I’ve never seen the bastard drunk, no matter how much he’s inhaled.”
“Really?”
“Believe me. We tried.”
Right after that, Traine was wisked away by a curvy brunette, so the only ones left were Ryan and Blake.
Blake would have long since been picked up except for the fact he was staring down any woman who looked like she was about to ask him anything.
Ryan wasn’t sure why no girls were trying to pick him up, but he was glad. He couldn’t very well turn them down and not seem gay, but he also had the feeling that he was giving off an ‘I’m gay!’ vibe anyway.
Eventually, even Blake got up and took a woman off somewhere. After he disappeared, Ryan had a strange feeling that Blake wasn’t the type to dance. He had just taken the girl off somewhere to fuck her before coming back to go home with the rest of them.
Ryan turned to the dance floor. Blaine was gone, and so was everyone else. He sighed. This was a bunch of shit.
He was about to get up and leave when Schwanz came bouncing up. “Come on Ryan! I owe ya’ a drink!”
He was dragged up to the bar where a shot glass was placed in front of him. He drank it and felt the nice heat flow through his body. He might as well get drunk since no one was there to stop him.
“Hey! Pay your tab! We’re leaving!” Traine called out.
Everyone came out of nowhere straightening their clothes. Ryan tapped on the bar and slapped the drink back before slamming down his money and sliding off the barstool.
That was why Schwanz had bought him the drink all of a sudden. He knew they were about to leave. Sly little bastard.
“Looks like everyone’s still sober. We should probably stay a little bit longer...”
Blaine still had the two girls attached to his hip. Their hands were everywhere and no where at once. The taller woman, the one who first approached him, slid her hands down the front of his pants and twirled them both away to the dance floor.
Her friend sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.
Ryan resettled at the bar. “Doesn’t look like those girls are done with him yet.”
“Fuck it then.” Traine sat down next to Ryan. “Rum Scotch mix over here!” He banged his fist on the table for service.
“Hold on, asshole!”
Traine waved his hands in the air. “Sooorrrryyyy!” he answered in a retarded voice.
“You are a sorry son of a bitch,” Ryan muttered.
“What was that? Mr.I-can’t-get-laid-to-save-my-life? I don’t remember seeing you get any ass tonight.”
“I didn’t see you get laid either. For all I know you went off with that girl to share hair tips.”
Ryan ducked under Traine’s palm as it came to smack him in the back of the head.
Schwanz laughed. “That seems more like Blaine than Traine!”
“It takes a lot to stay beautiful!” Blaine appeared behind them, flipping his hair.
“You know. There’s something that bothers me...” Ryan muttered, staring hard at Blaine.
“What would that be?” he asked with a smile.
“Do you have a left eye?”
“What?” everyone said with confusion.
“I’ve never seen it... Is it under all that hair?”
“That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard,” Blake snorted. He reached over and grabbed the golden strands and pulled them up.
“See. Another eye! How AMAZING!” He let go and turned back to the bar. He knocked on it to order a drink.
Blaine was still smiling, but it had twisted into something less than friendly.
Blake picked up his glass and started to drink when an arm hooked around his neck. He choked and sputtered as he was dragged from his seat. He slammed his glass down on the edge of the table as he stumbled.
“I’ve TOLD you before!” Blaine said with a malicious grin. “DON’T touch my hair!”
Blake allowed himself to be swung around like a limp doll. He couldn’t get out of the head lock anyway.
“Is that understood?” There was no answer. “HUH?! Can’t hear you!”
“If he could breathe, maybe he would answer.”
“Ah. That’s right.” He suddenly let go and Blake stumbled away, coughing up a lung.
“Mother-“ he hacked, “-fucker!” He took in a huge breath. “Trying to suffocate me!”
“Don’t touch my hair then.”
“ANYWAY!” Ryan spun around on the barstool. “When are we leaving?” He lifted an eyebrow after swallowing down another shot. This time, it was vodka. He pointed a finger at them as he waved the empty glass around. “I don’t wanna have gotten dragged here just to get a little toasty! I wanna get fucked up before we leave!”
Traine grinned. “Hell yeah! Another scotch rum mix!”
Craig and Thomas cheered. Everyone else looked at them. Where the hell had they come from?
Blake retook his seat at the bar and Blaine wondered away towards the pair of girls. Apparently, the other girl had finished her drink and was dancing with her friend. Blaine was happy to complete the sandwich.
Author’s Note : They’re all becoming friends now, or at least associates. I also introduced a few character interactions that’ll be prevalent throughout the rest of the story.
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