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Chapter 4

Clyde's day at home after the trip to the store with Addison, brief but enthralling, was filled with the droning arguing of his brother and his father, with his mother's occasional two-cents. It lasted from three in the evening until six, and by then Clyde had moved upstairs, into Alvin's room. Addison had not been on for a while, and Clyde spent his idle time listening to a new band called Cynic, sent to him from an overseas friend. As he bobbed his head to the music, he had an enticing reverie about his coach, about his coach's body in particular, and his personality. He had developed a heavy crush on Addison which he felt no shame over; he believed it was just his hormones: and even then, he loved the feeling. It was scary however to know he could be fired so quickly, he knew the reports on the news of teachers doing that very thing and it had made him hesitant at times.

Around the ninth week of knowing Clyde, a full semester having passed by, he started to forget about his nervousness with the kid. He was a genuinely sweet kid and Addison maintained the most professional demeanor he could, and avoided a paper trail, if possible.

It was around eight in the evening when Addison logged onto facebook, having spent his day cleaning his home, and his yard with fall dawning. He had sat down, sending Clyde a very playful message.

<<I checked for grays, you gypsy, and I found several!!!

>>Haha! I knew it! I am also psychic! :D

<<Haha, kid, you're too fun. There were none, so thanks for the panic! So how has your day been at home?

>>Oh, it's been ok. Dad and mom and my brother were at it ALL day, but they shut up finally. DX

<<Haha, well good!

>>Hehe, so coach, what are you up to at the moment? :3

<<Oh not too much, finished cleaning the yard and am cooking. I love autumn weather!

>>Me too. I want to head out camping. I love the woods! Bring along some music by David Hykes and I am good!

<<That's a awesome idea, kid! Hey, you know we should do that sometime!

>>Hehe, that would be really cool! Just watch out, Coach.. I sleep in the nude! XD

Addison paused and looked up at his wall, glancing to his TV as he began thinking heavily. Clyde had heavily flirted with him for the past few weeks, and today especially. The relationship was pure and Philia, and with enough assurance and trust it could become something much more. Then again, Clyde's teasing was probably just his age and occasional immaturity, which Addison assumed was the case in all probability.

Nevertheless, there was that other side of him, who enjoyed being heterodox, adventurous and exotic while being a dependable friend to those he could. Denying that was like closing the door to enjoying a full life: and he knew when to open the door.

He decided to be careful, to make sure Clyde was genuinely interested in him, as he knew he would need to break the ice thoughtfully. If the dragon were only kidding, Addison would put the thoughts away almost entirely.

<<Hehe, so Clyde, you were VERY flirtatious with me today! Trying to make me think I'm old and jealous of your youth? >:I

>>Maybe! Times running out, coach! You gotta get back on the saddle!

<<Oh--oh I see what you did there! Saddle, real funny! >:I

>>That was NOT a horse joke.. but now that you mention it... XD!

_<<But, seriously Clyde, you were hitting on me a lot. And, I get it, you have a crush on me. I know I am bringing sexy back better than Timberlake. _

>>What!? Haha, whatever! XD!

<<Don't you lie to me, gypsy! I know you do! You're constantly eyeballing me when you think I'm not looking, shame on you, kid!

>>Well.. you know, it's just hormones! It's not like I'm trying to grab your butt like Kim did. >_>

Addison snorted and laughed, sitting back, and then chuckled to him-self softly.

<<And you haven't tried?

>>Well... no! XD

<<Haha, well ok. Just if you DO try grabbing it, let me know in advance so I flex for ya!

Clyde snickered at the teasing and rolled his eyes, though he was damn hungry to feel his coach's taut ass, he did not outright say it.

>>Hehe, so Coach, any plans for the night?

<<Nothing really. Just watching B-movies until I pass out.

>>Ha! I'm just going to sit here and fantasize about random shit.

<<I bet my ass will be the main target of your attention. God, you teenagers. XD

>>Pffft, it's not like you can stop me from imagining whatever I want! XD

<<Well I don't even mind really. I get it all the time. Frankly, you're a handsome dragon, so it's fine if you hit on me.

>>Wait... really? You don't mind?

<<In honesty, I love that you are so attracted to me. It makes me feel good and young! Aside form the looming threat of being fired if someone were to read these text messages, thank god for skype.

>>Really..? o..o

<<Oh come on Clyde, I'd be an idiot not to see how much you like me. Addison laughed to him-self as Clyde began replying with internet speak nuances indicating a high level of embarrassment. It made him snicker to him-self, and the game he played was becoming much more addictive, now that he engaged in it.

>>It doesn't make you feel uncomfortable.. does it?

<<Nope. As long as you're not frisking me in front of other people, I'm fine!

Addison laughed and nodded. Hehe, ok kid. So, let me ask you a serious question. Do you seriously want to take our relationship further, Clyde? Be honest, kid.

Clyde replied apprehensively, stunned by the question. I'd.. I'd want to, you know. I mean, I like you a lot, Coach, and I think about you all the time. But I'm only sixteen... and it might get us in a shit load of trouble!

<<Well thanks Clyde, for your honest! All right kid, I am going to head off and eat. You enjoy your night, Clyde. And no more helping other students!

Clyde sat his head back against the wall with a smile, his tail still curling wildly at his feet while his body, warm and jittery, prevented him from sleeping. It seemed the Coach was very accepting of Clyde's attraction, and in fact, it seemed as if he encouraged the conduct with his nonchalant replies! Clyde did not in truth have faith in much of what he posited, however, the Coach's question left his stomach wrenching with tenterhooks in confusion and anxiousness.

There was a stir across the hall that interrupted Clyde's reverie; it was only nine o'clock, however, he heard a slowly rising noise of chatter. The precursors of another argument were beginning to brew, and the dragon, not wanting to lose his high of bliss, forced him-self into sleep the best he could.

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"Oh just go to bed you fucking ass hole!" Clyde's mother groaned in frustration. "Shut-- no, no, George! Shut--up--please! God dammit!"

Clyde's father retorted in a long drunken slur, rising in volume to the point of laugher, and enraging the women with the utterance of a fowl word. Clyde's eyes opened up as he heard argument, portending a night sleeplessness, and altercation. Checking the time on his computer, it was twelve, and he sighed, burying his face in the pillow, begging them to be quiet in his head.

"Yur a goddamn fuckin' bitch you know that?" His father slurred and dribbled his vernacular that was distorted from another night of heavy drinking.

"Oh I know, George, I'm a fucking bitch! Why don't you take your drunk ass outside, and go to the fucking bar, so I can sleep!"

"Why donyou shut your whore mouth so we can fffffucking sleep, you cunt whore!"

"You're the one keeping us awake, sugar dumpling. We're awake because of YOUR drunk ass tryin' to get some!"

"Ill tell you I am fuckin' sick of you thinkin you can t-talk to me like a man! You wanna be one? I'll knock that fuckin head of your shoulders!"

"Oh big talk, threatening a woman! OH! Push me again, mother fucker! Do it!"

"Oh you want it, you fucking whore!? You FUCKING cunt! Ooooh, bitch, you don want ta piss me off tonight, I am not in the fucking mood for your god damn shit, or that faggot you call a son in there!"

"Don't you talk about my son like that, you fucking drunk! Neither of your sons want anything to do with your drunk ass!"

George mumbled something in return and Clyde's eyes remained open, his ears supercharged to listen to every sound made, in case he had to react. This type of scenario was so integrated into his life he felt little emotion when the fights began, as they happened almost every week. Tonight George seemed especially riled up by nothing in particular, and in Clyde's mind, he cursed him excessively, wondering why he had not died from alcohol poisoning.

For several minutes the fighting stopped and silence was back in the house, though the talking continued, and Clyde listened as well as he could. They insulted each other back and forth until his mom began complaining again about George's actions. He was apparently trying to get laid, from what Clyde deduced by his mother's incessant grousing and grievance. Clyde sighed out and stood up, deciding to take a pseudo-sentry duty be exiting to the downstairs living room where he found his brother asleep. He moved into the kitchen and poured a glass of sweet tea, which always bothered his teeth, and then began moving upstairs, sitting down by his brother.

Come on--just go to fucking bed you god damn fucking worthless shit. Clyde groaned and closed his eyes, sighing aloud and groaned.

There was a loud laugh by George and his mother began growling out in building spleen, finally followed by the stomping of her feet, as she turned on the light. George complained and insulted her in a much softer tone, in totally mockery as he debased his mother. Clyde had then moved to rest beside his brother now, for which he would not move, under his mother's orders: as always, he waited in the bedroom, protecting Alvin, incase George approached. He felt helpless for the times he did when his mother was beaten while Jordan was overseas, now that he was back, Clyde felt some safety. However, with him also being drugged up most of the time, the faith was diminished.

God--I fucking hate him so much, god I despise that worthless shit!

"Cwyde," Alvin whispered from across the room quietly, "Is mom mad?" The little dragon looked up nervously as his older brother moved to scoop him up, and he clung to Clyde's neck and chest, yawning.

"Mommy is just angry at daddy," he explained calmly. "Daddy won't go to bed! You should do it, so mommy doesn't come in here, ok?"

Alvin looked up with some uncertainty, knowing his older brother lied, but nodded and closed his eyes, covering his head with his hand to drown out the constant arguing. Clyde sat his brother back down in the bed and tucked him in, reaching over to the TV to put on a DvD for Alvin, using Find Nemo as the most soporific movie for him. Clyde gently caressed Alvin's head until he fell back asleep, and when he did, he peered out the door as his parents emerged into the upstairs corridor. The smell of the liquor was repugnant, acrid and moist like decaying fruit, and George staggered forward on his legs, his snout thrown up as he caught him-self on the door.

"You best get that whore back here before I fucking kill her!" George shouted at Clyde, while down stairs his brother had awakened and was quickly limping up the stairs. Clyde's mother looked at him and rushed him back towards the room while George passed her, shoving her aside hard, his eyes affixed with fuming hatred on his son.

" DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH MY KIDS!" She shouted as she pushed at him to know him aside, and George spun around, retaliating with a hard punch to her face that sent her back into the bedroom with a cry of pain!

Jordan! Jordan get up here, now!" Clyde barked out loudly, turning his attention to the stairwell.

George turned his eyes to Clyde, looking at him with pure hatred: his stare, as it always was, was evil and frightening to the dragon. Clyde spun around as Alvin began crying loudly now, trying to shut the door but George had pushed through long enough to deliver a crushing punch to his son's head.

Clyde vociferated in pain as the punch sent him onto his knees, slamming his shin into the bed frame with another roar of pain, and surprise. He rolled onto his side, howling in pain, gripping his head as the fracas amplified, and Jordan, and his mom, jumped the dragon. Jordan delivered a powerful punch to his father's face and then threw him to the ground, pinning him down by his shoulders while Clyde's mother pulled her son up, crying hysterically.

"Baby, baby! Baby are you ok!" Clyde's mom scooped him up closely and looked over his mouth, frantically checking her son's face. She calmed down when she saw no blood, her scales were pale with her anger, and Clyde reassured her he was ok, though he was visibly shaken.

His mom continued to cry and cuss, while Alvin erupted into tears, and the two younger ones were taken down to the living room. Clyde did not know what happened upstairs with his father after silence fell, but eventually Jordan came downstairs, letting his mom know his father would not be waking up. Jordan leaned next to Clyde and looked over his brother's snout with worry, asking his mother to calm down, while he retrieved an ice pack from the freezer.

Alvin whimpered and cried with confusion and it took Clyde several minutes to calm the hatchling down. He hated seeing Alvin cry, and experience all the terrible things--it left him with grief: in some ways, he blamed him-self.

"It's not going to swell too badly; dad cannot throw a punch for shit." Clyde muttered, leaning back with his arm around a pillow and tried to play it off like it was nothing. "Are you ok, mom?"

"I am fine, sweetie--thank you, Jordan, for taking care of him." His mother replied with a shaky tone as she ignored the pain her mouth. She held Alvin tightly into her bosom, cradling the frightened boy back into sleep, asking her-self why her husband could not just die. A few minutes passed as the dragons had regained them-selves, and eventually they were calm enough to go back to bed.

"All right, Clyde, Jordan, Alvin, I want you three to sleep in Alvin's room, tonight, ok?"

"What about you, mom?" Clyde asked abruptly, "You know you can't go back upstairs for the night."

She sighed and gently stood up with her son, carrying him up the stairs quietly while Jordan, and Clyde followed, Clyde assisting his brother up the stairs. Clyde made a spot for his brothers and mom to sleep, and relaxed on a few pillow by the bed. For the rest of the night he was unable to close his eyes, or shake the anxiety that over took him. When morning came, and he left for school, he had slept for only three hours, and studied for his test along the way.

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"Be quiet, and begin your tests!" Mr. Hand ordered loudly, shushing the class's incessant chatter. "And, I'll warn you again, Mariah. If I find any more make up stains on my test paper, I will give you a zero."

"Yes Mr. Hand, sorry." Mariah answered quietly, rolling her eyes with annoyance.

Clyde yawned slowly and closed his eyes, his head tilting and his hand drooping to the side as he slowly read along the question.

7u 4 + 41u 2 + 30, 6x9n ? 30x5n ? 300xn, Clyde could not stand factoring quadratics for the life of him this morning, and he began to assume that was he read was in face the devil's sentences.

His mind felt so torpescent and the sheer level of somnolence had taken away any fervor he held for the test he currently took. Over his shoulder, he would glance to see Alex and Marius, with an occasionally returned glance from Marius. It bothered Clyde he lost a potential friend, and this morning it was an even worse feeling.The testing continued until the last ten minutes of Class, after which Clyde turned his in. He slumped to the front of the Class, and then leaned down to speak quietly to Mr. Hand.

"May I be excused to the gym, sir?"

"What for?" Mr. Hand inquired quietly, "Weightlifting? I need a permission slip for that, Class is almost over, can you wait?"

"Uh--no, no. I am just tired and need to sleep, is all." Clyde answered softly. Mr. Hand looked up to his student with a raised eyebrow, and then tilted his head when he saw the blemish of a bruise by Clyde's mouth. He pointed up with his pin at the lip, "Mind telling me about that little mark? I'm not excusing you if you're just fighting with students."

"This--oh, it was an accident. I slipped on the stairs in my house," Clyde replied quickly.

Mr. Hand did not respond for a few moments, knowing a lie when he heard one, "Son--are you having problems? We have a guidance counselor who is here for you, if you need her. Mrs. Joy is a sweet woman."

Clyde nodded briefly and looked away, "I am ok--but thank you."

He dismissed Clyde to the Gym, and Clyde quickly walked through the hall, and then into the empty Gymnasium. He dropped his book bag down on the plastic bleacher, rolled onto his side, and shut his eyes. His mind instantly dissolved into a flurry of dreams, most of which were abstract and lasted for several minutes, until the sound of the school bell awoke him.

Riiiing! Riiing! Riiiing!

The vociferous bell did not stir the sleeping dragon, as it resounded a few minutes later, and the incessant chatter of peers echoed in from outside. He rolled onto his back and tried his best to ignore the noise, and slipped on his ear buds and began playing his music. There was a few moments of peace, at least half of an Explosions in the Sky song played before another distraction came in the form of Addison's cheery, baritone voice.

"Clyde--you did not honestly come to my gym to sleep, did you?"

Clyde sat up with a groan and shook his head, yawning and rubbing his face. His shoulders and head were heavy, and with force, he held him-self up, speaking sluggishly. "No--sorry Coach, I'm just--exhausted, that's all."

Addison began to laugh; however, a close inspection of his student's face brought to his eyes the site of a bruise by Clyde's lips. Addison frowned and tilted his head, expecting this was the work of Alex, or his brother.

"Clyde--how did you get that bruise on your cheek?"

"Just an accident," Clyde answered tiredly, "Nothing serious."

"Clyde!" Addison abruptly spoke louder, startling Clyde. "Do not tell me a lie. Who hit you? Tell me, or I am going to go to the guidance counselor!"

Clyde looked up with uncertainty and sighed deeply, rubbing his face with his hand as he pretended it was all right. "Ok--my dad hit me, last night. He was pretty drunk, and you know--the usual thing that happens."

Addison stared at the dragon for a moment and shook his head, crossing his arms. Clyde had told him about his dad, but not that he was abusive to his son. The horse pointed to his office, with a more stern voice he commanded. "My office. There is a place you can lay down for the period."

Clyde nodded and moved up from the bleachers sluggishly, trudging across the gym floor into his coach's office. The smell of an incense of familiarity greeted him; he guessed it was Dragon's Blood, which was a name he disliked. Regardless, he sat him-self down on the large beanbag, dropped his book back beside him and closed his eyes, ready for a long, fifty minutes of sleep and REM cycles. He yawned softly and stretched out his legs, turning slightly onto his side while Addison walked in, sitting down in a chair beside Clyde.

"Clyde," the stallion began calmly, putting his hands together and looking down at his feet. "I do not mean to disturb you-- but, has this happened before?"

Clyde opened his eyes again, pushing him-self up onto his back and stared at the roof, nodding. "Not all the time--usually on the really bad nights. I'm ok, coach: my dad can barely hit!"

Addison huffed at the kid's bravery, looking down at him with worry. Clyde shrugged as if nothing had happened, Addison decided to lighten the mood at least for Clyde' sake, despite his own feelings.

"You know, I expected you to be naked, since you sleep in the nude, kid."

Clyde laughed and snorted loudly, "Oh yes, I was _actually_just about to strip! Haha--"

The dragon knew his coach was probably going to inquire further about his father, so he sat up and forced him-self into a more cognizant state, looking up to Addison. "But, don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just tired from a long night of arguing."

"I can tell, you look terrible." Addison replied with a slight frown, "Is there anything I can do for you? You're welcome to sleep here during study hall too."

"Thanks, Coach." Clyde smiled, "I think I'll do that, if you're ok with it."

"Well of course I am!" Addison cheered with a laugh, and kneeled down next to the dragon and patted him on the shoulder. He leaned in to give Clyde a tight one-armed hug, but it turned into a two-armed embrace, which lasted for a few moments longer than normal. Clyde relaxed as he held onto the horse, smelling his cologne and hair, snickering.

"L'Oreal--because you're worth it, right?"

Addison chuckled and let him go, staying beside him and brushed his hair back. "You know, I actually modeled for L'Oreal, and some swimsuit magazines, and fitness ones, too!"

"Really? I guess you did before they saw the gray--"

"Aaaah! No! You will not defeat my charisma!"

Addison laughed and reached over into a filing cabinet under his desk, rummaging through the stack of comics quickly. He fumbled his fingers around before he found an old magazine from five years ago, and then handed it to Clyde. Clyde, too exhausted to object, turned to page 47. As he was instructed to and his eyes went wide as he gazed upon the _nearly_nude body of his coach, in a Speedo.

"Whoa," he muttered with a blush on his snout, his eyes scanning the chiseled body, and beefy legs. "Uh--damn, coach--that's--well, friggin' good!"

"Good? Kid, I am so hot, just admit it!" Addison nudged Clyde with a laugh, and Clyde shyly confirmed how hot his coach was, though the words said aloud made his tail flick nervously.

"Damn--," Clyde said slowly as he looked over the airtight abdominals and tense, bulging thigh muscles. "Yeah, so, I'll be keeping this! Haha!"

"Haha, well go ahead," Addison said with a smile. "I have no need to keep it, it's on my computer for archiving, and I have three more in the shed!"

Clyde smiled and quickly put it into his book bag, and leaned back, relaxing. "Thanks Coach--you know, that talk we had last night was pretty--odd, ya know?"

"What, the part about Kim constantly trying to grab my ass?"

Clyde smirked and laughed quietly. "Well, all of it. Me hitting on you, and the dating thing, and so on--"

"Ah, well, it's fine by me, kid. I bet if I returned the gestures you wouldn't mind in the least bit. Haha, I've thought about!" Addison smiled confidently at Clyde, who looked up with curiosity at the statement, and the fact his coach just hit on him in return.

He nodded a little and diverted his eyes, turning his snout towards the floor slightly. "I--wouldn't mind if you hit on me, too."

"Well," Addison raised his eyebrows, and shifted to face Clyde. "Let me start by saying--kid, you've got the most _beautiful_fucking eyes in the world!"

Clyde laughed nervously, a rush of heat bring a fiery blush to his snout! "Oh what the hell ever, man! My looks are nothing special, dude--I'm just some grizzly reptile!"

"Says who, you? Trust me kid--those sapphire pools are gorgeous." Addison patted the dragon on his shoulder, bravely following with a more direct compliment. "You're extremely attractive, for being a different species entirely, and for your age."

Clyde smiled a little more optimistically, though his hands shook with shyness at the compliments, and Addison saw this, prompting him to move closer. Clyde sat quietly next to his coach, glancing over to him from time to time, unable to find anything to say with his tiredness melting his cognizance. Addison breathed slowly, and too thought about what he should say.

He was worried, knowing a family member, with no one to protect Clyde, was abusing his student! Clyde did not seem shaken by it, and Addison understood he hid those emotions so he could be stronger, which was admirable. The dragon leaned his head back with some disgruntlement at having the horse be directly beside him, which only brought on the temptation to think about his coach.

Man--coach, go away--if you keep sitting right there, uurgh, I'll just get too riled up. Clyde mumbled in his mind, glancing over to the muscular chest and shoulders. But goddamn, does his body look comfortable enough to. . .

Addison looked over to the dragon, sensing his nervousness, as evident by his swishing tail, and guessed the kid was just not used to someone being this close to him. This was a good opportunity however! Addison decided there was no time like the present, and he slowly shifted his weight and turned on his side to face Clyde.

"Hey, Clyde," Addison began casually, "Tell me what is on your mind. Seems like there is a lot there, but you are saying little. You know introspection can have some drawbacks."

"Oh--uh, nothing, really--I'm too tired to think!" Clyde admitted, looking to his right, "Uh--what about you?"

"Well," Addison began, "I'm just asking my-self 'Gee, when is Clyde NOT checking me out'! I've seen you glancing, tailgating me at least ten times, now!"

"Oh--haha!" Clyde turned his snout to his coach and then shrugged, "I guess my eyes are just wandering, ya know?"

"Uh huh, sure." Addison teased, and then sat up right, turning to face the dragon. "Tell me, Clyde--why do you have such a hard crush on your teacher? Why do you want me to be fired?"

Clyde gave up on hiding it since his coach was only going to psychoanalyze him about it, and just nodded. He entreated Addison to the truth, speaking timidly.

"I-I don't want you fired! Shit--way to make me feel guilty. I--well, I really enjoy being around you. You're nice to me, but you're also like me, sort of. And I feel--safe, you know? Not worried about anything or anyone, when I am around you--so that's it."

"About time you answer honestly! That's good; it clears my conscious of thinking I was just being chased by some horny teenager!"

Clyde snorted with offense, turning his snout up. "Please, as if I am that lecherous! I have morals, bro!"

"I know, I know, I am just teasing you, kid." Addison sighed and then looked over his left shoulder at him. "You know, Clyde. Let me take care of the rest of this period, and I'll be back, ok? You get some sleep, you look really exhausted, and I'll let Miss. Turner know you'll be here."

"Ok, Coach." Clyde leaned his head back and closed his eyes, falling into a light sleep.

Addison left the room, and for the next forty minutes Clyde did his best to sleep while hiding the horrendous erection underneath his book bag, resting on his lap. The arousal fierce and made him insane with desire, which he blamed on Addison. He did not want masturbate, but he took a mighty piss in the bathroom, and tried to make it subside when the bell rang. Clyde lingered in the locker room for a moment and Addison walked in, talking to his students while the dragon passed by Marius, who turned to face him.

Addison went into the showers, and Clyde walked back into his office, feeling more at ease now, and stood up, resting his hands against the desk as he looked over the fitness magazine on it. His mind was still preoccupied with Addison's questions and he felt some ease having it out in the open, though it did nothing to quell his teenaged hormones. In fact, against his will he could feel another erection forming as he remembered the magazine in his book bag, and tried his hardest to fight it back. He watched the kids and avoided eye contact with them as much as possible, and he saw Marius on occasion walk by, and the two did not look at one another.

_Fucking ass hole--_Clyde growled quietly, "have fun flunking, you stupid dick."

Clyde looked up from the desk and saw the Shepherd and his friends standing halfway on the court talking, and one of them looked over their shoulder at him. They began smiling and laughing and Clyde rolled his eyes, shaking his head as they talked their shit, wondering just how obsessive a group of kids could be. Before long he felt a buzz on his cell phone and opened it up, seeing on his facebook that Marius had messaged him.

>>Still going to act like a pussy about it?

Clyde rolled his eyes and texted back, slamming his phone back on the desk. It buzzed for a moment, and then buzzed several more times and Clyde was unable to ignore it. He felt his body grow hot as he saw the image of a vagina, and Marius replied that if he was going to act like one, they'd fuck him like one too! He could hear them laughing from outside of the room and he was about ready to knock the shit out of them before he sent back a picture of Blue Waffle and told Marius that his ass would look like that if he tried. There was no reply but he felt them glaring at him through the window, remarking under his breath how childish it was to just around, glaring at people, and he half-wondered why they needed to fuck with him so hard.

Maybe they're mad because I have two dicks, and they have one, he wondered to him-self, shrugging it off. It was not relevant, he had no friends in the school except Addison, and after a quarter of a year here, he was all ready wanting school to end. He imagined what it would be like if he and the coach . . .

SLAM!

The sudden slam of a dodge ball against the door made him jump and slammed his pencil down in a furry, about to stand up but decided against it. He shook his head and ignored them again, this time moving to close the blinds and leaned back in Addison's computer chair, picking up one of his magazines and browsing through it. He tried to think about how cool the room was, or how freakishly thirsty for a soda he had become; the vending machines were across the gymnasium, but he said fuck it, and got up to go get one. As he walked out he passed along the court, watching some seniors play basketball on the other end and wondered if they would break up a fight, if one had taken place. Marius and Alex looked at him and then looked away, and Clyde passed them with his snout up, refusing to give them a single glance as he kept his ear-buds in place; he did hear them call him a faggot, and he did see their glares, but for the benefit of his mood, after his dad had pissed him off again, he ignored it. He returned to the office as quickly as he could, and shut the door behind him.